Percabeth One-Shots

Problem

Percy has an Annabeth problem.

Literally everyone knows that. Their friends know that. Gods know that. Strangers on the street watching the way he can't take his eyes off her comment to their companions,"That boy is either going to marry that girl, or murder her."

It's not like he can help it. Annabeth is just Annabeth to him. Beautiful, even when she's covered in muck and gore, or exhausted, or yelling at him.

Especially when she's yelling at him, actually.

What's a little less obvious is the fact that Annabeth has just as much of a Percy problem. She might not go around staring at him like she's lost in the desert and he's a tall glass of water, but it's not like she doesn't want to. Hazel offers the tidbit, at some point, that she thought Percy was a god the first time she saw him. Having gotten up close and personal with him, Annabeth can't disagree.

In body, at least. Probably anyone who tried comparing Percy's personality to a god's would get a ball point pen to the face.

The point, Annabeth forcibly reminds herself, is that somewhere between fourteen and eighteen, puberty decided that Percy should look like he was carved from marble.

Which had been difficult enough to deal with when she didn't know what it was like to have him pressed up against her. Now that she does-

Annabeth definitely has a Percy problem.

The worst part is that it's summer, and they're in a camp full of people that aren't them. Percy, of course, insists on going everywhere shirtless, and half the Aphrodite cabin is lucky she's an adult who's secure in her relationship, with the way they look at him.

It also means that there's zero privacy. Everyone jokes about Percy and Annabeth being constantly in each other's personal space, but she's not about to put on a show for them all. Not matter how his muscles shift under all that tanned skin when he moves.

Annabeth groans, flopping straight onto his bed as she enters the Poseidon cabin. The sound of the shower running sends her thoughts skittering off in all sorts of directions- some of which she might have followed up on, if not for the fact that some of her siblings had seen her enter the cabin. Privacy doesn't mean much when a bunch of genius teenagers decide to put their minds to making up dirty limericks when you spend more than half an hour alone with your boyfriend.

A sound startles her out of her grumbly musings, and she has to shove a hand across her mouth to stifle sudden giggles. Percy is singing, loud and off key, the sound carrying through the closed door. She's almost reconsidering whether or not it might be worth the teasing to surprise him right now, when the door opens, and her giggles die in her throat.

Either he hadn't heard her come in, or he was just a big jerk. Either way, there's a freshly showered Percy Jackson standing in the doorframe of his cabin's en suite, and he hasn't bothered with a towel.

"Uh." He catches sight of her almost immediately and kind of freezes, like he's not sure if he's supposed to run back into the bathroom, or enjoy the way she's looking at him.

Because she's definitely looking. It's definitely not the first time she's seen him naked, but it's still new enough that the novelty of it takes her breath away. Annabeth's eyes dip, following the line of his broad shoulders down his chest, to the way his torso narrows at the waist. She can watches the way a rivulet of water would have turned at the cut of his hip, but of course he's completely dry. Probably why he hadn't bothered with a towel. Being the son of the sea god really did have it's uses-

"You okay over there?"

Annabeth drags her gaze back up to his face, which has gone bright red in the course of her adventures. He's grinning, though, as he leans against the door frame and holds his arms out, like he's inviting her to take her time.

She clears her throat, sure her face is just as red, and not caring. They've spent years doing the awkward, stepping around each other thing. At this point in their relationship, any sort of modesty would be false modesty, so despite her vague embarrassment, she lets her eyes wander freely again.

"That's a good look for you," she announces, pushing herself up onto her elbows and resting her chin on her hands.

He laughs, moving from the doorway. Annabeth feels her breath catch in her throat again, and she hurries to shift into a sitting position. Significant time alone is something they still don't have, and being face level with some things is probably a bad idea right now, taking that into consideration.

"You're sitting on my clothes," he points out, and those arms cross over that chest, and Annabeth makes sure she's planted securely in place on the bed.

"Oh, really?" She grins back up at him. "That's too bad."

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