PERCABETH FLUFF

The Honeymoon gets Hot and Heavy (smut)

ANNABETH POV

I have no idea where he's taking me. We're in first class, which is really roomy so there's a lot of space for cuddling. But I'm still wondering where we are supposed to go. My white outfit is now just a mini sundress with a pair of white flats. "How is your outfit changing like that?" Percy asked, "At first I thought not to question it but now it's got me wondering."

"Aphrodite's Appropriate Outfit Transformer," I explained, "The outfit changes to the appropriate clothing for the occasion," I said. "Wow," he says. He's been saying that a lot lately. We are watching a Harry Potter movie, the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I throw one of my legs around his and kiss his cheek. I see him smiling as he leans more into me. The cabin's door is closed so we can be as touchy as we want without causing a lot of PDA for other passengers. I begin unbuttoning the first two buttons of his white button-down.

"Not here," he whispers, laughing. "I know, I know. Just make sure wherever your taking us... it's got a big bed," I say mischievously and he blushes, but wraps an arm around me, "It definitely has that, Mrs. Jackson." I love the sound of that, the way he says it. I'm a Mrs. now, I honestly cannot believe it. Soon, I fall asleep against his chest.

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I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Percy has taken us to BORA BORA! The person at the front desk gives us a key and winks, "To the honeymoon suite, Mr and Mrs Jackson," she says. It is nighttime, so the water looks magnificently dark blue, and there's a walkway up to our suite with torches, I really admire the theme of the entire place. It gives me a few ideas for some new architectural beach designs and for hotels even in Los Angeles. I'll take note of all that later, though.

Percy carries me bridal style into the suite, and it's massive. It has two floors, a huge kitchen, a gigantic outside pool and lounge chairs, a big living room with huge sofas and TVs, and many other things, too. I keep saying as he carries me upstairs, "This is all so amazing, Percy. How did you even afford all of this after the wedding?" and he shakes his head and says, "I've saved up." 

Finally, the bedroom. It is GIGANTIC. The bed is made, with a huge canopy over it, candles surrounding it with rose petals all over it arranged to spell out 'I love you, Annabeth Jackson' which makes me kiss him deeply. He puts me down and I lie back on the bed. My outfit is changing again... into fancy lingerie.

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PERCY POV

- EXPLICIT CONTENT FROM HERE ON OUT -

I'm blushing like mad, because of what Annabeth's wearing, and how her clothes thought that was the appropriate thing for what we're gonna do right now. I move over to kiss her and she wraps her arms around me, unbuttoning my shirt as I properly lie her gently on the bed. 

My shirt hits the wall, and she's running her hands over the exposed skin of my chest, my stomach and my back. "I can't believe your my wife," I say against her neck as I kiss her there and suck. She lets out a stomach-churning moan, and says breathily, "And.. I can't... believe... your my...hu- husband." 

My pants are soon discarded too, and I wish I had some kind of Aphrodite outfit-changing thing too, because I'm wearing beach boxers, making me feel incompetent to what's on her body right now, and she laughs. "This is what you decided to wear on our wedding night, Seaweed Brain?" she says, playing with the waistband of the boxers. "I... it didn't occur to me... that immediately we would.." I say, "I thought... you'd be...tired...hmpf!" I say as she wraps her legs around me, causing a lot of tension to my lower region from the friction of us being pressed up together, especially as I feel my boxers getting suddenly tighter.

"I couldn't wait," she says, flipping us over so she was sitting straight on top of me. "Oh gods," I say, biting my lip as she settles down on top of me. Miraculously, my fingers figure out the complications of a bra buckle and I am able to undo it. It slides off her chest onto my lap, and then the bottom half suddenly disappears, too, and reappears on the other side of the room in a neatly folded white blanket. 

She is now fully naked, and I couldn't tell you any of the things that were racing around in my head right that moment. She whined, tugging impatiently at my underwear, saying, "Hey, I don't want to be the only one completely nude." We climb under the blankets, and she pulls down my boxers, and I kick them off so they fall somewhere beneath the foot of the bed. 

"Shoot, I forgot," I said stupidly. HOW. THE. HELL. COULD. I. BE. SO. DUMB. "You didn't bring any protection?!" she says, hitting my arm. "Well, no..." I say, and I look around the room for a solution. "Hey! Your outfit changer thingy! What if it works on me, too? We could use it as a-"

"No way in TARTARUS, Perseus Jackson, am I going to let you use that for a-" she begins angrily, but then I cut her off. "Okay, okay. We can think of something else, then."

She sighs. "Your such a idiot," she says, thinking, but then smiles hopefully. "Maybe we can start the baby-making." I look at her, surprised, "What? Now? But we just got married, like, today."

She sighed again. "Your right, I just got a little starry-eyed for a second there. But don't they have like - wait," she opens the drawer behinds us, "YES! Intimacy kits. They have one in every honeymoon suite," she says, and hands me the box. Thank the gods. I take out a packet and quickly put on the protection, and position myself, hovering on top of her.

"I love you, Mrs Jackson," I say, grinning. "I love you too, Mr Seaweed Brain," she says, her eyes closed. 

"Hey!"

"Sorry. Mr Seaweed Brain Jackson."                              

"That doesn't necessarily help, Wise Girl."

"Just shut up for a second."

And with those last endearing, heart-warming words, I slowly slid myself in, and heard her draw out a deep breath and mutter, "Slowly. Don't rush." 

"Sorry." 

"It's ... fine... faster," she says, holding for balance on my shoulders. Her legs again wrap around my waist, her breasts faintly brushing my chest agonizingly. I pick up the pace, and move in and out of her, faster. She moans loudly in pleasure and my groans follow shortly after, and I hear the bed creak underneath us, the sound of the rushing ocean outside.

I reach my high, and if for the perfect moment, it comes at the same time as Annabeth. "Oh," she said, and I pull out and dispose of the protection. She curls around me, "Tomorrow. Again. Love you." She is tired, and so am I, so I kiss the top of her forehead, and we fall asleep together.

A/N: Yeah short, but I promise a better one in another chapter! I think I might continue for another honeymoon chapter, cuz this is still the wedding night I guess. I wrote a previous one-shot for their honeymoon too, the shower thing if you can find it, it's in this story.

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