PERCABETH FLUFF

The First Hickey

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 A one-shot, on Percabeth's first hickey, kinda fluffy! (And also kinda out of this whole wedding flow thing I've been going on). Requested by cabin_6_4ever. Guys, I love it when you comment chapter ideas and do remember I really love to use them because it gives me something to write about! ILY guys! Enjoy this chapter :D

Annabeth POV

It's a normal day at Camp Half-Blood. We are sparring, and it's difficult for me to meet an even match. I'm judo-flipping everyone and knocking them down, stealing their swords, bashing their armor, and a couple of teeth go flying everywhere. If I didn't tell you I was just sparring with other campers, you would've thought I'd been robbing the king of some country and just barely got away with it. 

Where was he? Leo's chest was puffing up and down heavily under my foot, him sprawled on the floor, exhausted. "Can..we...stop?" he looked kind of scared, so I took my foot off his chest, and he got up and dusted his armor off. "Who are you looking for?" he asked. 

"A worthy opponent."

"Hey! I AM a worthy opponent!"

"Says the guy who was only seconds ago underneath my boot, begging me to stop."

"Whatever. Is it Percy your looking for?"

"How did you know?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Then I caught myself. "Sorry, Leo. I'm just in a terrible mood," I said. He shrugged, "It's cool."

Soon enough, Percy strolled into the arena, late as ever. "Where were you?" I jabbed my dagger at his chest. "Woah," he slowly puts the dagger down, "Someone's kind of eager to see the only person who can beat her." 

"In your wildest dreams, Seaweed Brain," I said, grinning, readying my position. He pulled out his sword, and we began fighting. Back and forth we went, the clash and clangs of our swords violently shaking the entire arena, and eventually, people just stopped what they were doing to watch the masters, and then there was just a massive crowd surrounding us.

A lot of people were shouting my name, and other people were shouting Percy's. I ducked and rolled, finally grabbed Percy's foot, flipped him over and his sword went flying in the air as he landed smack-down on his face. I caught Riptide in my other hand, put a knee to his chest and I lowered myself to the floor to where he was laying, dazed. I have to admit, that was a tough fight.

"Good game," I said, my face hovering inches above him. "I want a rematch, Wise Girl," he muttered, "I didn't see your random fire alarm drill moves at the end of that, wasn't really expecting a 'duck and roll' from you." 

I grinned, "I won. Doesn't matter if I surprised you or not. I still won. Stop being such a baby about it, loser," I said teasingly. He smiled, "You can still make me feel like I won." What? What does he mean by that? "How?" I raised an eyebrow. "Kiss this loser," he said, his gorgeous sea-green eyes changed color, lighter, somehow, and blue at the edges, reflecting the sun. I couldn't help it. 

I threw aside our weapons and leaned down. Balancing himself on his elbow, his lips reached up and met mine, and he rolled us over so he was on top of me, still kissing me. I entangled my hands in his jet black hair, messing it up. I heard a bunch of gagging sounds, and, "EWWWW!" and "NEVER WATCH PERCY AND ANNABETH SPAR! IT'S LIKE WATCHING AN ADULT FILM!" and various other statements. I looked up. Oops.

The arena was soon empty a couple of seconds after, and I looked back to see Percy staring at me. "What about that rematch?" he asks. "What rematch? You already won," I say, jumping on top of him, gaining his laughter. He rolls us over again, "Maybe a different kind of match." He slowly moves further down, kissing my neck.