After the war (Solangelo)

Chapter 24: Percabeth Love

It's going to be Percabeth, and it starts from when Will left them.

Percy's POV
Will ran out the door, and I sighed looking at Annabeth, head still reeling from Nico's arms. I hadn't finished my story when Will had knocked. I closed my eyes, relaxing as Annabeth's fingers ran through my hair. I felt her stop and we shifted, so my head was against the bed. Her breath against my neck, and I reached my hand up, gently tugging and combing my fingers through her hair. I turned my head, and suddenly we were face to face. Her eyes were open, and from close up, they were even more beautiful. They swirled with so many colors other than gray, yet they all worked together to make up the stormy gray eyes she had. I pressed my lips to hers, my hand slightly tightening in her hair when she responded. We pulled apart, and she turned her head, resting her chin on my shoulder. I kissed her neck where it meets the jaw, and I saw her bite her lip. I grinned against the middle of her neck, where I'd kissed down to. She laughed, the vibrations from her voice against my lips. I pulled back, and rested my cheek against hers, and she chuckled. "Finish your story." she said, referring to the one I'd started before Will walked in. I groaned. "I don't want to." I pulled myself away and faced the bed, gently taking hold of her face and leaning towards her. "I know something else we can do."she laughed and wrapped her fingers around my wrists. "Percy, finish then maybe." I pouted but nodded. "I- Annabeth, he he-" I cleared my throat and looked away, blinking. Annabeth's warm hands left my wrists and took hold of my face, turning it back to her. "Nico, he," I gulped as the tears welled. "He, his wrists. . . I-I don't think Will knows." I trailed off swallowing hard, but Annabeth knew what I meant. Her eyes widened them filled with. . . . Anger? "That stupid. . . . ilíthios giatí? Xérei mas noiázei ! Ti skéftetai!" (Stupid, idiot why? He knows we care! What's he thinking!) I climbed on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. Her shoulders slowly relaxed, and she nuzzle her nose against my chest. I lay back, and sprawled, Annabeth on my chest. I felt her shift. And suddenly, we were face to face. She grinned and her hands cupped face. "Are you done? With your story?" I nodded, and as her lips connected to mine, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was the feel of her lips against mine. Later, I lay on my back, Annabeth still laying on my chest, fast asleep. I sighed quietly, playing with her curls. I closed my eyes, as I felt her shift and she snugged closer to me, chilly haven't kicked off the covers while kissing. I wriggled around her, reaching until I grasped the blankets, and straightened pulling the up in them process. Annabeth relaxed, as the warmth surrounded us both, and I continued running my hands gently through her curls, until I too fell asleep.