Author's Note:

Hey guys! I am SOSOSOSO sorry I haven't updated... I've been busy, so yeah.

This is a sexy little chapter (mwahaha) hope you loove it!

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"Hey," comes a voice from the doorway, and I whip around. The oscillating fan near me blows cool air onto my face, and my blond curls wriggle in midair. I'm on my knees, in an ordinary orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and athletic shorts, sitting on Percy's bed. With a rapid series of clicks on my laptop keyboard I save my English essay and store it away into a folder.

Snapping my computer's lid shut, I say casually, "Hi, Seaweed Brain. How goes life?"

He's been gone for the past hour; Ms. Jackson asked him to go pick up something from the store. His sea green eyes wander about his room but disregard me for some reason, and he then sets a bulging paper bag on the floor and shrugs.

"Not much. Got the groceries for Mom, a USB drive for Paul. And, being the nice guy I am, I trekked down to Kazushi's and got my mom some sushi," his eyes reach my grey ones and he adds, "I know you hate sushi, so I didn't get you any."

Kazushi's is a Japanese restaurant that exclusively sells sushi a couple of blocks away from Percy's apartment. And he's right, I really can't stand sushi, but still I long for something. I give him a pouty lip and puppy dog eyes and say, "So I don't get anything?"

Hand grazing my cheek, he crouches down so we're eye level and replies in a seductive voice, "Oh baby… the question is what won't you get from me. For us I got a box of condoms - "

I snort loudly and slap his arm. "Sure you did, you idiot. Come on, just admit you didn't get your beautiful, genius of a girlfriend a present."

Grasping the paper bag, Percy plops down next to me, gasping incredulously. "I have a beautiful, intelligent girlfriend?" He cranes his neck to peer over my head and says, "Have you seen her anywhere? Because all I see in front of me is this dumb blonde - "

He's doubled over with laughter until I punch him in the gut – hard – and he groans. "Ow… okay, a strong dumb blonde…"

"Oh, man up," I smirk; shoving him off the bed so he falls off.

He talks to me from the floor, and I lay chest-down, messy blond hair falling freely around my face as my head lolls over the end of the bed where Percy sits cross-legged in front of me. "Actually, I bought you some chocolate spiders for a snack, weeded out from the piles of candy at Bridgette's – "

"Really? You got me chocolate but made sure it was in arachnid-form? I hate you," I interrupt, snatching the bag and giving him a glare. He looks amused, and it takes all my willpower to hide my smile and scowl at him. He's too cute: his green eyes are sly and his hair is a dark mess as usual.

Bridgette's Candy Store is written in swirled red calligraphy on the side of the paper bag, and I tear it open with my fingers. I winnow it for chocolates and soon my hand emerges with a handful of tiny brown disks with wiry legs surrounding their bodies. I shudder before I pop some into my mouth, and Percy takes one from my palm.

"Goo', righ'?" he asks, his cheeks bulging. "This goo' enough a gif' for you, Wi'e Gir'?" I roll my eyes and coat my lips with the melted chocolate collecting on my tongue.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Seaweed Brain," I say, giving him a big, chocolaty kiss on his cheek. I leave a huge brown lip stain on his face, and his cheeks turn cherry red as I laugh at him. I'm loving this up until a visitor intrudes on our silly antics.

Ms. Jackson peeks her head into the room, and it's my turn to blush furiously. Ms. Jackson suppresses a grin when she tries to say very seriously, "What is going on here?"

Percy answers, his talking still a little muffled, "She can' ge' enough of me, Mom. Annabe' here planted a huge one on me wi' her smacki', chocola'y lips!"

Ms. Jackson chuckles into her hands as my face burns hotter yet, and I pounce on him in anger, gripping his wrists and wrestling him to the ground with narrowed eyes. Percy knows I'm mortified and swallows his last chocolate spider while laughing the entire time, not even trying to fight back.

The room is full of a sickly silence while Percy is staring into my grey eyes, his eyebrows raised so high they disappear into his bangs, and I realize with my legs wrapped around his waist and arms locking his tightly that I'm on top of him pretty suggestively. Ms. Jackson, I can tell, is hysterical inside, but she then says in an ordinary, conversational tone, "Percy, dear, dinner is ready. And Annabeth, are you staying for dinner or going back to the food court at Heather's?"

"Ummm… here, if it's all right with y-you, Ms. Jackson," I stammer back, lying stiffly on top of Percy. I pray that he doesn't make this any more embarrassing by getting a boner or something.

Ms. Jackson then grins and exits the room slowly, but before she leaves she chirps, "Don't be going any farther than you already are, kids!"

It's official. My cheeks are redder than a ripened tomato, and over a thousand degrees Fahrenheit too. The door clicks shut, and Percy is grinning stupidly at me. My chest heaves as I exhale, and I don't make an attempt of getting off of him.

I blow at his bangs and say, "Meh. Oh, and stop staring at my boobs, Perce."

"Sorry, Wise Girl, it's just that they're so in my face – " – I roll my eyes at him – "And 'meh' what? Did chocolate spiders not satisfy you? Do I have to go out and buy flowers for you, too?"

I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing onto his neck. My forehead feels the fuzzy carpet underneath us, and I shrug, burying myself into him further.

"Because I actually have, there's a bouquet of daisies I hiding outside my door, but it was going to be a surprise," he whispers in my ear, and a rush of affection for Percy surges through me. The next second I find myself kissing him fiercely, my arms circling his neck and his hands cradling my waist. His lips are hot and wet, and his tongue works its way into my mouth, intertwining with mine. His hands are gripping my hair, and then they're cupping my face; and my hands work their way up his shirt, my fingers tracing his muscles, and our lips remain glued together until we hear a bemused voice behind Percy's bedroom door.

"Leave sex for your honeymoon, guys. Dinner's getting cold!" Mr. Blofis's call gets fainter as he likely turns and walks down the hallway towards the kitchen.

When my lips leave his there is a noisy smacking sound that Ms. Jackson and Mr. Blofis can probably hear all the way in the dining room. I roll off of Percy, breathless from our make-out session.

As if nothing sensual happened, I ask Percy innocently, "You hungry?"

He straightens his shirt and says, "I was."

I giggle and help him up. "Well, I still am. Is it butternut-squash-pureed-with water-chestnuts-with-a-pinch-of-garlic night?"

His mouth literally gapes open as he heads toward his bedroom door. "How the heck did you know that - ?"

I smile slyly as we exit his room. "Because I'm the opposite of a dumb blonde."

We're halfway through the hallway when Percy asks, "You mean a dumb brunette?"

"Shut up, you know what I mean," I mutter before we get to the dining room. Ms. Jackson and Mr. Blofis are already sitting with forks in knives in their grasp.

"Welcome to dinner," says Ms. Jackson, her kaleidoscope twinkling. "Paul and I hope you two satisfy your hunger with my horrible cooking – "

" – You mean delicious, Sally," Mr. Blofis interjects.

"All right, we hope you two satisfy your hunger with some food instead of – "

She says a phrase so vulgar I'm not even going go into detail and tell you the exact words. I gag while Percy hacks his throat, and we then shuffle our feet uncomfortably and take seats across from his parents. As expected, the rest of dinner is overloaded with dumb sex jokes, mostly from Ms. Jackson and Mr. Blofis. Percy and I take it in stride… well, not really, our faces are so pink it looks like we just ran a marathon. We all end up laughing, though, and later I find myself arriving late to my dorm at my boarding school. I'm stripping off my jeans and shirt and slipping into sleep clothes, using the moonlight streaming through the window to navigate around the dorm. When my roommate Meghan asks why I'm back at eleven thirty, I reply, "My hubby's pad is too much fun."

Cringing at my terrible urban accent, she smirks, "He's your hubby now, is he?" Meghan's in her pajamas, combing her hair with her fingers.

A small smile plays on my lips as I crawl into bed. "I hope he will be someday."

Ugh, I'm so sappy... but that's what falling in love does to a girl.