Asked for in a prompt, so here it is.

The missing scene from "Skin Off Her Back", Mitchell/Annabeth.

Outside that universe, this is PWP. I am not ashamed.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Percy Jackson & the Olympians". Or "A Song of Ice & Fire".

... brother Eros... brother Himeros... please, Mitchell pleaded, prayed, please let this be it.

The love potion should've allayed his fears and doubts. But Drew helped make this, and she never had been very helpful before. Well, before Mitchell slipped her hairs into a dose anyway. Whatever it took to be the one calling the shots now. Maybe later he'd feel guilty, but that was later.

This was now. This was... Annabeth Chase was attractive, nay alluring for a multitude of reasons. A freaking multitude man... she could be a model, that was clear. But it wasn't just looks.

And that was saying something, considering the importance of looks. No, it was like psychology as well. Like wanting the grapes just out of reach. Annabeth Chase was the oldest (for the long time only) half-blood daughter of Athena, a maiden goddess perhaps as powerful as Zeus. Annabeth Chase was also a good two, maybe three years older than him too. And she had a boyfriend. No, that didn't do it justice. She had a boyfriend who was the Hero of Olympus, Percy Jackson.

But he wasn't around anymore. One day he just disappeared and they ended up having to deal with some trade for him. Percy disappears, viola, suddenly there's Jason Grace who happened to be a long lost brother of Thalia Grace, a child of Zeus, and a member of some sort of Roman Camp that no one had heard of before.

It was all because of Hera (or Juno because whatever, right?) having some elaborate plan. Considering how Annabeth Chase had a very embarrassing, public feud with the Queen of Olympus... Well, yikes. No wonder she was tired. No wonder Annabeth was frantic to find her boyfriend. This was just like Hera to get revenge. Maybe Percy was still out there though, maybe Juno wasn't as bad as Hera. That was a big 'maybe', but better than nothing.

What Mitchell really wondered about though? Why had no one tried to talk to Annabeth about this? Like... talk talk. She was gorgeous, and no one was trying to sweep her off her feet now that she was broken-hearted.

True, the Aphrodite-cabin had posted a list of all the couples who were too cute to break-up, with 'Percabeth' at the top. They had been at the top since... since before they dated. When Silena was in charge.

No, enough of that. Silena died, it was sad, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. He was still alive, and now he was the one in charge. And if he wanted to exercise his rights as the leader of Cabin Nine, he wouldn't let anyone stop him.

Athena wasn't the only one who had kids who could think up strategies.

"If want to make a good impression on the Romans, you'll need to look your best." Mitchell assured, again. "Have you looked up the old Roman styles? Not that you should go in dressed in a toga or anything, this is a Roman Camp, not a frat party."

"Aren't you a little young to know about frat-toga parties?" Annabeth drawled, losing interest.

"We all have to grow up fast, right?" Mitchell shrugged, trying to hide a smile. That she wasn't really considering him? Oddly enough, that worked in his favor.

"I suppose," she sighed, "but that doesn't make it right."

"Well it's balanced out by us saving the world, so that's alright." With an insistent tug, he freed another knot from her hair. "You have sisters now, don't you?"

"Two, yes." Yes, Annabeth seemed a bit breathy when he worked her scalp extra-gentle. Which was perfect.

"Is that any different?"

She had to consider for a moment. "No, not really."

"Lucky." Mitchell chuckled. "It's pretty awful to be the wrong sex in this Cabin."

"Didn't think there was a 'wrong' sex." Annabeth mused aloud. "But then again, I suppose if Clarisse had to deal with being a daughter of Ares, traditionally associated with masculine principles-"

"Wait... Clarisse, as in Clarisse la Rue, had to deal with bullies because she's a girl?"

"-are you really that surprised? It is Ares... and yes, if she had to deal with hazing and intimidation for her gender, I suppose you must feel out of place among a traditionally feminine aspect."

"You got it." A particularly stubborn tangle gave Mitchell some trouble, but he managed to work the comb through it without causing any pain. Though, Annabeth didn't seem the type to admit to discomfort. Just as long as she didn't view him as pushy or predatory. These things worked best when the girl in question didn't suspect it.

His first kiss was from a sophomore when he was just getting out of grade-school. She did it on a dare, and her friends laughed at her, and she thought the whole thing was ridiculous. Thought he was just 'cute'. Didn't matter though, since he still got his kiss.

"It hasn't been that big of a change," Annabeth admitted. "Maybe if it was, I'd have something to take my mind off of... well, matters of heart. Properly focus on the issues at hand and how to correctly formulate a plan. I swear, been running ragged these last few weeks trying to find Percy, when I swear if I just took some time to view the situation objectively I would have found him."

Well, that was the closest Mitchel had heard Annabeth ever come to say she really did love Percy Jackson. It was way too complicated and technical, but still sort of sweet. Sweet in a nerdy way at least. Didn't help him with what he wanted, but that was fine. She was opening up, that was exactly what was needed at this point.

"What color shirt did Jason have when you found him?" Yes, that would work. Get the conversation off current boyfriend, back to the makeover he was giving her, and give him a chance to get to the bathroom.

"Um... purple." Nodding her head decisively, Annabeth furrowed her brow (that would give wrinkles!) before looking back to him. "I think purple, anyway... why?"

"You sure it was purple?" Mitchell pressed on, like he didn't already know what color and what shade.

"Pretty sure, but why?"

"Well, everyone wears orange here, maybe the purple shirt is the color of choice for these Romans," Royal purple, tacky as it was. "So maybe if we gave you something purple too, they would associate you as a potential ally, like, subconsciously. Would have to be something small though, not too over-the-top."

"... if you think it would help." Annabeth shrugged, leaning back on the bed (ruining all that brushing) and doubtlessly factoring in a psychological advantage into her strategy when they found this Roman Camp.

"I do," he edged to the bathroom. "I have just the thing."

While she reclined on the plush bed, he sidled into the bathroom and made a deliberate amount of fuss 'searching' for the lavender ribbon he stitched with lace in Arts & Crafts. It would legit look good with her hair, that was true. He knew his stuff, after all. The important thing though, that was the love-potion prepared ahead of time. In all honesty, it felt a little... date-rapey.

No, no time to think like that. Besides, whenever the gods were involved, it didn't ever matter. Aphrodite was goddess of love, love magic was... well, love magic. It wasn't removing consent so much as adding it.

... eventually he'd have told a convincing enough lie to make him feel better about this, but at the moment he'd settle for losing his virginity to Annabeth Chase. With that (temporarily) assuaging any doubts, Mitchell added blonde hair to one of the beakers. It sizzled, dissolved, and the entire mixture turned... grayish-silver, tarnished or functional metallic... very much like her eyes. Go figure.

Once the hair was added and the mix swirled around, the top of a cologne bottle was fitted on top. Mitchell spritzed it generously on his person, inhaling and exhaling with purpose.

"You alright?" Annabeth asked as soon as he came out.

"Sure," Mitchell smiled in what he hoped was a disarming fashion. "Just had to navigate a messy bathroom."

To that, Annabeth looked doubtful, looked about the almost pristine cabin. "Mhmm... well, hope it was worth the search."

"Probably." Though the search was just starting. "Here, let's see how this looks on you."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm... helping put it on?"

Annabeth snorted, which was actually quite unladylike. "So you don't think I know how to tie a ribbon?"

"Hey, you brainiacs in the Athena Cabin have your talents, and the beautiful people of the Aphrodite Cabin have our tricks. Some respect, alright?"

"Oh yes," Annabeth nodded sagely, though she was clearly fighting back a smirk. "I would definitely use the word tricks to describe your talents."

"... that was just mean-spirited." Mitchell pouted, before breaking into a grin. "And I love it. Who knew Annabeth Chase had a 'Mean Girl' side to her?"

"Side-effect of being around a lot of stupid people," the daughter of Athena scoffed. "I get bored very easily. Not to mention frustrated."

"How frustrated?" Taking his lead from all the present cues, Mitchell sat on the bed next to the older girl. Her back was to him, and that worked in his favor just fine. It allowed him to brush her hair back, getting a glimpse of her tanned neck, to brush his thumb against her back and feel the strap of her bra, and to get closer to her while practically marinated in love-potion. It was all about the details now.

Details like how she wore a checkered, button-up shirt instead of her usual orange Camp t-shirt. The sleeves were rolled up too, so she must have been working on the special-seven-ship with Leo Valdez in that Bunker. Seemed rather rude of her, closing up like that when everyone else was so worried for her. And the stripes made her look a bit peaky, or something like that. Still, he could work with a button shirt, definitely. Just needed to get her relaxed and turned around.

Shorts seemed impractical. Capri shorts, didn't look very dirty either. And her legs were spotless, so she must have stayed away from the heavy lifting and supervised. Not a bad job for Athena children, and of course Annabeth had an eye for detail. Just like him, come to think of it. Not they were meant for each other, but compatible, they were compatible. She just didn't know it yet. But she would.

Good gods, she was a Renaissance ideal... high brow, fair complexion, blonde hair with delicate curl, but curves like an Amazon... well, not the weird ones that cut off a boob at least. Mitchell prayed to his brothers once more before making his move; this had to be perfect for his first time.

Of course when he moved close, close enough to breath in her perfume (surprised she wore perfume), she stiffened slightly. Got worse when he didn't move his hand from the small of her back. In fact, her tone became icy. "What are you doing?"

That wasn't good. Not at all. So Mitchell didn't answer, just kept running fingers down through her hair, brushing down to the small of her back each time, keeping close to her. Closeness and the musk of the potion were key. Just keep silent and close.

Sure enough, Annabeth half-turned around, putting hand between them and fully intent on shoving some distance between them. Honestly, if it came down to it, Mitchell fully acknowledged Annabeth Chase could break every bone in his body, and then put them back together stronger and better than ever. Not that she would, but that she could do it was frightening enough.

Still, he would like to think that the hesitation that suddenly came over her wasn't just because of the potion's aroma. As soon as her hand was on his chest, there was tantalizing body-heat and hint of muscle that, for some reason, no one would think a son of Aphrodite would have. Honestly, everyone at Camp exercised at a grueling pace. Of course there would be some firm, unexpected pecs under his crisp golf-shirt.

Steely gray eyes fluttered, with artisan fingers clutching reflexively at his shirt collar and breast-pocket. Mitchell took a risk then, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes. Eye-contact was key; there were studies, or something, about eye-contact being key to falling in love. Intimacy or something, he'd look it up on the Internet later.

What the eyes wouldn't do, pheromones and the natural allure of Cabin Ten would certainly help. Where the Ares cabin had a sniper's post and minefields, the Aphrodite cabin was perfect for moments like these, even if on the outside it looked like Barbie goes to Summer Camp.

So it was, grey-eyes stared into hazel, Mitchell keeping his cool, brushing one stray hair behind Annabeth's ear as she tried to control her breathing.

"W-what are you doing?" She murmured, and yes it was very breathy. To counter, Mitchell traced his thumb under her chin, traveling up to brush her top lip. And then his hand descended, while he kept perfect eye-contact with her, unbuttoning the front of her shirt. Slow progress, but he kept the pace steady, and his fingers were especially nimble. Years of sewing his clothes when he pointedly refused to replace an old favorite. He worked steadily, until finally reached the final button on her shirt, and fingers brushed lightly against the plastic button on her Capri shorts. Thumb brushed against her navel, subtly opening the shirt, and tickling soft, smooth skin.

All the while, he kept eye-contact, unblinking. Taking in her facial cues was important, keeping the mood... how she chewed on her bottom lip, like she was working out a problem that she just couldn't solve... how her eyebrows knitted, confusion... how her nostrils flared, with each breath, taking in his scent and the aroma of the potion adding to arousal... how her brow relaxed, slackened, pleasure outweighing her doubt and confusion at last... how she bit her lip hard, holding in a moan, when he unbuttoned her shorts without her knowing and slipped fingers through the waistband. Her zipper hardly made a noise when it gradually was undone with his hand sliding in, pressing against soft underwear that was getting steadily damper.

When those amazing grey eyes closed, and she couldn't help but moan, that was when Mitchell risked looking away and getting his first look at the uncovered torso. Annabeth did strike him as a 'serviceable' underwear type of girl. In that regard, he was pretty much right, she did have on an off-white sports-bra... unexpectedly large, maybe so much as a C-cup. They were straining against their coverage with each breath Annabeth sucked in, which was plenty of motivation for him to keep her panting.

With no suggestion from him, Annabeth fell to her back on the bed, shirt further falling down her shoulders. Now with them free Mitchell can see that a bead of sweat is already trailing down her collarbone. She decided to wear flip-flops, thank goodness, and those already have been kicked off. Now kneeling on the bed himself, Mitchell had the best view of Annabeth's toned torso. Like, ridiculously toned... washboard abs, her skin managed to be perfectly tanned even in the early spring, and the lines of her low stomach trailed down past her waist, where he determinedly worked his hand. Zipper had been almost completely undone, and he could see the top of her underwear beneath his hand.

This calls for a big risk, and Mitchell gave her shorts an insistent tug, subconsciously cheering when Annabeth lifted her hips for him to help them go down her long, long legs. Long, smooth, gloriously toned and smooth legs. Everything about Annabeth is that same easy grace and dignity, even when she's in her underwear and close to orgasm. And she lifted her hips for him. For him.

Now he has to pause, to take some mental snapshots. Annabeth Chase, not in a bikini that somehow managed to be conservative, not in running shorts that still managed to make her look intimidating, but unraveled in her underwear, nearly incoherent with lust, because of him.

Her choice of underwear surprised him, he had expected boyshorts or granny-panties. Instead these were a bikini-cut, cream colored, with pink ribbon around the band. They were already pretty moistened from him rubbing her, and her hips kept arching reflexively, thighs clenched and arching reflexively. Yes, he definitely planned on keeping those. His older brothers kept 'trophies' like that, which he thought was kind of creepy and gross but completely understood now.

Mitchell leaned over her, balancing on an elbow to make sure he didn't lay atop her, and started nibbling at her earlobe, kissing the shell of her ear and the crook of her neck. His sure by the labored breathes and the way Annabeth's clutching hard to the back of his shirt that she's breathing in plenty of the heady cologne and potion. He felt one breast through her sports-bra, causing her to moan again, a little higher-pitch.

"Mitchell... Mitchell we... we shouldn't..."

She didn't say no. He waited, holding a kiss, but there was no 'stop'. He traced fingertips down, hooking the waist of her panties, looking her back in the eyes. There was no calculation or analytic gleam now, instead they were just clouded over with pure desire, just a hint of conflict that 'this was wrong', which of course made it feel so much more right, made her sweat and made her breath catch. Made the underwear stick.

He waited for permission, tracing around her center through the cotton, running hands down the side of her hips. Waited... kept eye-contact, saw she was biting her lip again... and she lifted her hips again. He slide the enticing scrap of fabric down her legs, gorgeous legs, committed this moment to memory. Annabeth kept her curly blonde pubic hair, darker shade than the locks on her head, closely cut. Her sex was positively dewy with want.

Now, though Mitchell promised he would never be that kind of guy, he couldn't resist spreading her thighs a little more, adding a few fingers... wow she was tight... and kept a steady pace, curling and stroking until she was inches away, centimeters away from climax. He could tell by the way she bit her lips and how her knuckles were practically white, clenching against the sheets-

Who's bed were they on? Never mind that, he'd find out later.

-when she was so close, he pulled out his very slick fingers, lowered his head between her legs and took one luxuriant lick. It didn't... taste like anything he had tasted before, not repulsive like he had expected.

"ooOhhh-"

It was worth anything for a girl, especially one who looked like, who moved like, who sounded like Annabeth to make that sound. He couldn't wait any longer. Not like this.

His jeans were new, the zipper clean and shiny, made no noise when he pulled it down. Under no illusions that he was average length, Mitchell positioned himself above her, staring in her eyes again, watching her come down off of that high. He took his breath, hands spreading her legs further still and squeezing her ass... bit his lip and slowly eased himself inside.

She was so tight... and hot... he didn't understand how much with just his fingers, but now he was understanding and this was really happening and the noises she made-

He was losing his virginity to Annabeth Chase.

Today was a good day. A sacrifice to mom and his brothers was most definitely in order. For a short moment, Mitchell was even considering giving a sincere thanks to Drew for her help. Now, that thought didn't last, but it came to mind for a very brief moment.

More importantly, he needed to make this last and not be a 'quickdraw'. So he blocked out the sound of Annabeth's moans and gasps and other erotically charging noises, plunging deep. He repeated the movement, biting hard on his own lip when her thighs... those only slightly tanned thighs that were so unbelievably soft... closed around his hips, adding to the friction.

He had to distract from how tight and warm she was, wondering if this was her first time as well. He didn't feel any... resistance, but he didn't imagine she had sex with Percy in the short length of time they had been dating. He remembered reading over a Cosmo that he 'borrowed' from his sisters that heavy exercise or tampons could rupture a hymen... or maybe it was one of those "Game of Thrones" books? Something about horse-back riding.

Between that, baseball, math class and plaid, Mitchell had a lot of things to think about, a lot of things to distract him from releasing too soon. No, he had to keep a steady pace... If he was going to do this, with a gorgeous girl, he was going to make his first time right.

Had to keep up the pace. Had to make sure he didn't lose himself in the way Annabeth smelled, or the way she sounded when she was so close, or how tight she was getting. How smooth and perfect her skin was. That she had superhero muscles, which was all the more apparent when she hooked her ankles behind his back, pushing hips up hard to meet his thrusts. She wanted him, him, deeper inside her, faster. It gave remarkable sense of superiority, however uncomfortable it was, fucking this older girl fully clothed while she was almost completely nude.

And she looked like a goddess. Fit for modeling Aphrodite's own statues. One of her breasts, in the furious pace he didn't realize he said, had slipped free from her sports-bra. The dark-pink nipple was hard, bounced with each counter-thrust she performed. She was propped up on her elbows, shirt pooled around so biceps were bare now too, and head was tossed back to leave her throat bare. Lips were parted, in some sort of chant. She wasn't saying his name, but she wasn't saying Percy's either. Truthfully, Mitchell would've stopped if she did. It would've been too weird.

When her long legs went wider and higher, until her ankles were crossing just under his shoulder-blades, Mitchell risked it all, hands going down to grab hold of her firm ass. And wow it was firm, he hardly realized she wasn't clenching it until he thrust again hard and wow she had muscles like crazy...

"You ready?" He asked, hating how high his voice sounded.

"Don't stop." Was all Annabeth said in response, eyes cloudy and face flushed. "Don't ever stop-!"

He worked his hips like a piston, before instinct was taking over. Each smack of colliding flesh-on-flesh seemed wetter, each cry she gave was a little higher until she screamed, and she got so firm and tight until hot release flooded out over his 'average' length and balls. And that was enough. He wasn't even aware that he had climaxed without pulling out of her like he planned, but her legs were wrapped too tightly around him for that to have been an option anyway. Wasn't like he could bring himself to care anyway.

It was finished... they had finished, almost simultaneously, he finished inside her, he was finished... he wasn't a virgin anymore.

Wow.

Probably was just a few minutes, but it felt like an hour was spent in this room, with Annabeth. Maybe he should've felt like he had... done something wrong? She had a boyfriend. Not that he was around, and she didn't tell him to stop. Love potions weren't... His mother was the goddess of love, beauty, infatuation. What happened wasn't because anything other than they both wanted it. Seduction was fine, fair even.

He told himself that as he zipped up his now soiled jeans and went to the bathroom to clean up, subtly taking those enticing cream-and-pink colored cotton bikini-bottoms with him. In the bathroom, Mitchell brushed his teeth, combed his hair, changed pants and hid the panties in a drawer under the sink. The enormity of what he had just down still amazed him. But he was too tired to think... and he hoped Annabeth felt the same.

Only, when he left the bathroom, she was pulling on her shorts, eyes wide and lips drawn tightly together.

...

"... are... are you alright?"

Annabeth Chase said nothing. Just bit her lip again, brow furrowing.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what he had expected. 'It was wonderful' or 'you made me feel like a woman'? No, he was expecting this to be an awful exercise in awkward. Still... Not this.

"So, I'll see you around. Hope you do well on your quest." Mitchell added. Then cursed internally.

Yes, the Quest to rescue her boyfriend.

"Thank you." Annabeth responded stiffly. She pulled on her shirt, slid into her sandals, and hurried out. Mitchell noticed she limped slightly, and took no satisfaction in it.

Was her own fault though. If she wasn't feeling right, she could just stay and rest... stay with him for a bit. Pretend it mattered that he comforted her.

... screw it. Wasn't like they were friends.

No skin off his back.

Right?

... right..?

END.

Seriously, going to work on other fics now.

But very happy so many reviewed and liked this fic. Thank you all!