Percabeth One-Shots

Honeymoon

Annabeth wakes up groaning. It's a pleasurable sort of groan, one which is accompanied by cracking joints and stretching muscles and a little mewing noise which causes Percy to chuckle softly into his pillow. She rolls over and snakes an arm around his bare waist, tracing her fingers up his back and feeling the muscles jump as he shifts.

"Morning," he mumbles, voice full of sleep. It might be the most wonderful thing she's ever heard.

"Good morning," she replies, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "...husband."

Percy opens one eye slowly and a smile follows. "Oh yeah," he marvels.

His hand finds its way to her hip, running over the dip of her waist and over her ribcage, and she can feel the cold bite of his ring against her skin. His fingers raise goosebumps in their wake and she shivers, letting a breathy sigh out against his neck.

"I still can't believe Hera let us get hitched," Percy says, burying his face in her hair as she curls against him.

She laughs. "I half expected a pile of cow crap drop on me as I walked down the aisle. I guess our parents pulled their weight and convinced her to leave us alone."

"Mhm, I'm glad. You looked really hot in that dress, would have been a shame for it to be covered in crap."

Twenty four years old, and married, and he still calls her hot like they are teenagers. Annabeth wishes she didn't like it so much.

"You didn't look so bad yourself."

"Thanks. I put a lot of effort into finding the perfect outfit."

She leans away from him and smacks his chest. "Shut up, you loser."

He just grins at her, taking the opportunity to stretch. Annabeth watches him, unashamedly, as his fingers twine together and pull up above his head, letting the sheet that covers them both slip down to his belly button. The contrast of the flex of his muscles and the way he scrunches his face up like a little kid makes her smile giddily.

She sits up and leans back against the pillows, pulling the sheet up over her chest and crossing her legs. Percy remains lying down, snuggling back into the warmth of the bed as she starts to tease her fingers through his hair.

"So what are we doing today?" she asks of him.

"Mmm. We could stay here," he suggests as his hand skitters over her belly.

"Percy, Hermes has provided us with the most beautiful getaway for our honeymoon, and all you want to do is stay in bed."

He grunts. "Well he did owe me."

"Careful," Annabeth warns, though she and the god remained on less than comfortable terms, she still doesn't want to set him off. The last thing she needs is a god turning up demanding favors when they are on their honeymoon, much less when they are still in bed on their honeymoon.

"Anyway," she says, tugging on his hair lightly so that he will look up at her. "We should go and explore or something."

He smiles up at her lazily. "Exploring sounds fun."

"Right? I think there's a waterfall around here somewhere."

"We could go swimming," he muses. "And maybe some underwater kissing?"

She laughs and nods and leans down to kiss him. Because it's been a while since they've done the whole kissing underwater thing, and thinking of it reminds her of his sixteenth birthday, when they ate a blue cupcake and shared their first of many kisses as a couple. Lying in bed with him now, she thinks back on all of the kisses they have shared. The early nervous ones, accompanied by bitten lips and soft laughter. The developing, greedy ones which swallowed gasps and moans; the good night kisses and I'll be right back kisses and the kisses for luck.

She cherishes them all, each and every one of them. Because when you're a demigod, you don't know which day might be your last. And she hopes they will have so many more mornings like this together, and so many more kisses.

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