Fan incondicional de la maravillosa Taylor Swift, lectora empedernida. Escribo por encargo, vaya....eso suena a anuncio de pescaderia... bueno, si queréis cualquier fic, ya sea de Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, etc.... SOLO TENÉIS QUE PEDÍRMELO. Ah, se me olvidaba decir que cuando me aburro también hago pequeños momentos de nuestros queridos personajes.

 

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

Percy smiles sideways at her, so close yet so far away at the other end of the couch and asks, half-mocking and half-flirting, “‘Don’t you think I look cute? Or, let me say it right, dirty cute?” He says looking at his bared chest, that happens to also have cake cream on it.

Annabeth goes still, feeling the back of her neck flush. “Well. I—”

"How long did you thought I wouldn’t see how your eyes can’t seem to leave my torso, Wise Girl?" smiles the boy "And, by the way, how many times have you practised that phrase? Because it has no effect on me, you know I can’t help but love bothering you"

"Hey," she groans. "That’s not fair."

Perct stares at her expectantly.

"Just—a few—dozen times."

Percy laughs, eyes bright. “I knew it.”

"I meant it." Annabeth, cheeks pink, picks at a thread on the couch cushion and side-eyes Percy. "I guess it doesn’t have quite the impact it should since you seem not to care about what I say. And by the way you’re sort of dirty cute all the time."

Percy grins self-consciously and ducks his head, letting his fingers walk across the cushion’s worth of space between them until his hand is climbing up Annabeth’s bare arm. “I could give you a few recommendations. If you, you know. Wanted to add to your repertoire of ‘ways to make Percy Jackson stay away from you”

Annabeth swallows heavily and lets their eyes meet. “I don’t think I’d like that.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

Percy smiles sideways at her, so close yet so far away at the other end of the couch and asks, half-mocking and half-flirting, “‘Don’t you think I look cute? Or, let me say it right, dirty cute?” He says looking at his bared chest, that happens to also have cake cream on it.

Annabeth goes still, feeling the back of her neck flush. “Well. I—”

"How long did you thought I wouldn’t see how your eyes can’t seem to leave my torso, Wise Girl?" smiles the boy "And, by the way, how many times have you practised that phrase? Because it has no effect on me, you know I can’t help but love bothering you"

"Hey," she groans. "That’s not fair."

Perct stares at her expectantly.

"Just—a few—dozen times."

Percy laughs, eyes bright. “I knew it.”

"I meant it." Annabeth, cheeks pink, picks at a thread on the couch cushion and side-eyes Percy. "I guess it doesn’t have quite the impact it should since you seem not to care about what I say. And by the way you’re sort of dirty cute all the time."

Percy grins self-consciously and ducks his head, letting his fingers walk across the cushion’s worth of space between them until his hand is climbing up Annabeth’s bare arm. “I could give you a few recommendations. If you, you know. Wanted to add to your repertoire of ‘ways to make Percy Jackson stay away from you”

Annabeth swallows heavily and lets their eyes meet. “I don’t think I’d like that.”

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I certainly like what I’m seeing.

taylorswift:

Vote for me for best look if you likin what you seein
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I certainly like what I’m seeing.

Guys I’m so sorry fro the lack of posts lately but, you know, first days of college are always really busy so I can’t promise when I’ll be able to post a new drabble I really hope it’s soon because if not I’m gonna kill my teachers, but don’t worry, I’m not planning on not posting anymore, I still have to do at least 53 prompts!  

Tag game: give us 5 random facts about yourself and pass this on to 10 people
I’ve been tagged by jily-percabeth-peeniss and thank you because it has given me an excuse to ignore my homework!

1- I’m from Valencia and valencian language is my mother tonge

2-I’m the only gril in my college football team and before you ask, yes, I’m way better than all the boys ;)

3-Huge Real Madrid fan here!

4-I study journalism (and college has just started so I’m like… ugh)

5-I’m always eating and people who don’t know me don’t believe it and they usually tell me I have to eat more because I’m too slim (when that happens I always think fuck you)

I tag:

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taylorswift

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OTP: does something cute in a book or fanfic

Me: *happy pterodactyl noises*

Me: *runs up and down hallway silently squealing at how freaking cute my OTP is*

Me: *falls backward and flails arms and legs up and down*

Me: *grins so hard my face hurts*

Me: *tries to pull self back together*

Me: *fails miserably*

Me: *starts going through their tumblr tag*

Me: *looks up on pinterest and the general internet*

Me: *finally calms down while holding nook to chest and smiling softly while replaying cute thing over and over again*

Me: *cries from cuteness*

Me: This is why I love reading

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Emm, cuddling with you?"

It’s honestly a strange feeling, and the first time he woke up to the other man’s arms around him it scared him a little. He did not know if it was the feeling of it being another man curled against his back, holding him against his chest. Or if it was because he actually felt safe like this. Few other people he could remember feeling safe like this…

Especially as he was usually the safety rock that people clung to, to feel safe. Or so he liked to think.

But here he was laying with his best friend pressed against his back, breathing softly against the back of his neck. Contently sleeping on even when the younger boy woke, stirring a little in the bed they had begun to share. He could feel one hand gently press against Nico’s stomach, not doing much more then rest there. Like he was clinging to the boy, not wanting him to disappear.

Swallowing, he smiled a little as he pressed back a little against him, eyes closing as he just enjoyed the feeling of his friend holding him. Sure it was strange, but it was a good feeling.

The moment was soon ruined however…could he really call it ruined though?

He felt himself get rolled over, facing blue eyes with a small smile as Jason’s arms just wrapped around him. On instinct he buried his face against the other man’s chest, nosing at him as a small sigh left him. The hand that had been moving through his hair trailed down his arm and the side of his chest to rest on the boy’s slightly swollen belly. Nico could only make a content sound in answer, nuzzling Jason as a light laugh left the man’s lips.

“How is your illness going?”

“Hmmm okay… I haven’t been feeling like I’m going to puke so I think everything is okay…”

“Good. I want to sleep a little more. Unless you have some reason for us to get out of bed.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not hungry yet… and I told you don’t feel sick anymore. I vote staying in bed a little longer.” It was said with a soft hum as he nosed at the other man, a soft trilling sound leaving him.

“Okay cuddle bug.” The blonde tucks the blankets around them with a smile.

“Mention this to anyone and I will rip off your testicles with my bare hands.”

“Dully noted, Nico.”

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Emm, cuddling with you?"

It’s honestly a strange feeling, and the first time he woke up to the other man’s arms around him it scared him a little. He did not know if it was the feeling of it being another man curled against his back, holding him against his chest. Or if it was because he actually felt safe like this. Few other people he could remember feeling safe like this…

Especially as he was usually the safety rock that people clung to, to feel safe. Or so he liked to think.

But here he was laying with his best friend pressed against his back, breathing softly against the back of his neck. Contently sleeping on even when the younger boy woke, stirring a little in the bed they had begun to share. He could feel one hand gently press against Nico’s stomach, not doing much more then rest there. Like he was clinging to the boy, not wanting him to disappear.

Swallowing, he smiled a little as he pressed back a little against him, eyes closing as he just enjoyed the feeling of his friend holding him. Sure it was strange, but it was a good feeling.

The moment was soon ruined however…could he really call it ruined though?

He felt himself get rolled over, facing blue eyes with a small smile as Jason’s arms just wrapped around him. On instinct he buried his face against the other man’s chest, nosing at him as a small sigh left him. The hand that had been moving through his hair trailed down his arm and the side of his chest to rest on the boy’s slightly swollen belly. Nico could only make a content sound in answer, nuzzling Jason as a light laugh left the man’s lips.

“How is your illness going?”

“Hmmm okay… I haven’t been feeling like I’m going to puke so I think everything is okay…”

“Good. I want to sleep a little more. Unless you have some reason for us to get out of bed.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not hungry yet… and I told you don’t feel sick anymore. I vote staying in bed a little longer.” It was said with a soft hum as he nosed at the other man, a soft trilling sound leaving him.

“Okay cuddle bug.” The blonde tucks the blankets around them with a smile.

“Mention this to anyone and I will rip off your testicles with my bare hands.”

“Dully noted, Nico.”

"Shh" hissed Simon as he left the bed and gave a look to the other person on the matress before going to the hall and closing the door. Then he turned around to be faced by the cutest face ever who was staring expectantly at him. "Wouldn’t want to wake up mom, right?" 

The girl moved her face side to side with way too much energy for someone who had just woken up.

"Well, what’s the problem, baby girl?" 

"I’m hungry" was what she replied taking her hands to where she supposed her stomach was and Simon couldn’t help but do a goofy smile. 

He hugged Lily and carried her to the kitchen. It was seven o’clock but she didn’t seem to care at all, and Simon was sure if he hadn’t gotten up, Isabelle would be awake to by now, seeing how persistent their daughter was -exactly like her mom- but, obviously the boy would never let Isabelle get up at that hour, and even less after last night, when she came home completely tired, blaming some stupid demons and saying words that the brown haired guy wouldn’t dare to repeat. He knew she couldn’t get mad with Lily -how could she get mad with that girl- but she wouldn’t have the same consideration with him.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Mm can we have pancakes? But like real pancakes, no what mom tries to do" said the girl narrowing her eyes in a disgust expresion, and well, Simon had to laugh at that, because yeah, his wife was an incredible woman and had a lot of qualities, but cooking was not one of them.

"Sure thing, and don’t worry, this ones are going to be edible" he winked at his daughter.

"This is an adorable scene, but I heard that" greeted them a sleepy voice "What was that you were saying, Simon?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Goodmorning, Izzy! We… we were talking about how beautiful you look when you wake up!"

"No, we weren’t talking about that" said Lily frowning at his dad "we were talking about your cooking"

Isabelle kissed Lily’s cheek and sat down on the table.

"We will talk later, Simon"

The little girl looked from her father’s expresion to her mom, who was smirking.

"Is daddy in trouble?" Asked the girl "Because when you want to talk with me is because I’ve done something wrong"

"Lily, I’ve been in trouble since I first saw your mom" smiled Simon at his five year olds.

"Always the romantic, aren’t you?" said Isabelle while rolling her eyes, but she had a smile on her face "But no Lily, he is not in trouble, actually I think you should know that too" she got a serious face "You are going to have a brother or a sister"

"Oh, by the angel"

"Shh" hissed Simon as he left the bed and gave a look to the other person on the matress before going to the hall and closing the door. Then he turned around to be faced by the cutest face ever who was staring expectantly at him. "Wouldn’t want to wake up mom, right?"

The girl moved her face side to side with way too much energy for someone who had just woken up.

"Well, what’s the problem, baby girl?"

"I’m hungry" was what she replied taking her hands to where she supposed her stomach was and Simon couldn’t help but do a goofy smile.

He hugged Lily and carried her to the kitchen. It was seven o’clock but she didn’t seem to care at all, and Simon was sure if he hadn’t gotten up, Isabelle would be awake to by now, seeing how persistent their daughter was -exactly like her mom- but, obviously the boy would never let Isabelle get up at that hour, and even less after last night, when she came home completely tired, blaming some stupid demons and saying words that the brown haired guy wouldn’t dare to repeat. He knew she couldn’t get mad with Lily -how could she get mad with that girl- but she wouldn’t have the same consideration with him.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Mm can we have pancakes? But like real pancakes, no what mom tries to do" said the girl narrowing her eyes in a disgust expresion, and well, Simon had to laugh at that, because yeah, his wife was an incredible woman and had a lot of qualities, but cooking was not one of them.

"Sure thing, and don’t worry, this ones are going to be edible" he winked at his daughter.

"This is an adorable scene, but I heard that" greeted them a sleepy voice "What was that you were saying, Simon?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Goodmorning, Izzy! We… we were talking about how beautiful you look when you wake up!"

"No, we weren’t talking about that" said Lily frowning at his dad "we were talking about your cooking"

Isabelle kissed Lily’s cheek and sat down on the table.

"We will talk later, Simon"

The little girl looked from her father’s expresion to her mom, who was smirking.

"Is daddy in trouble?" Asked the girl "Because when you want to talk with me is because I’ve done something wrong"

"Lily, I’ve been in trouble since I first saw your mom" smiled Simon at his five year olds.

"Always the romantic, aren’t you?" said Isabelle while rolling her eyes, but she had a smile on her face "But no Lily, he is not in trouble, actually I think you should know that too" she got a serious face "You are going to have a brother or a sister"

"Oh, by the angel"

A FAN-FIC WRITER’S LIFE

wafelisen:

*Writes a line*

*Procrastinates for an hour*

*Deletes line*

*Watches youtube for an hour*

*Eats everything in fridge*

*Writes a line*

*Thinks deeply about life*

*Feels like tossing the laptop into the ocean*

*Browses Tumblr for an hour*

*Whoa, inspiration strikes*

*Writes 3000+ Words in an hour*

tourettesandsex:

urbies:

xbostons:

lostboyonadeadthrone:

If your girlfriend has sexual intercourse with another girl. Is that considered cheating? 

If I’m right handed and I punch you with my left, did I really hit you?

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I’ll reblog this every time.

"I think I’m falling in love with you"

"I thought you had already fallen, Seaweed brain" Annabeth’s reply is muffled against his shoulder, where her head is comfortably leaning.

All of the times, all of the ways he’d imagined this, and he never expected she’d be a cuddler.

For a time he’d fallen into the trap of imagining her as Annabeth Chase, a warrior. Commanding, in control, no-nonsense (well maybe a bit) in the bedroom. He’d imagined a romp in bed with her would be like an interrogation or maybe even a frenzied sparring match, fighting for control as they scrapped between the sheets. He’d imagined biting and nipping and burning flesh. Demanding kisses and torn clothing. Power and heat. That’s how he thought it would go.

And maybe that’s what he would have gotten had she taken him up on his offer that first time. 

But she would have left his bed and gone on with her life. And she would have remained as a warrior, almost a general, to him, a pleasant memory of the time he had a copy cat, but nothing more.

He would have missed out on Annabeth.

And this is most certainly his Wise Girl, he thinks as she snuggles – snuggles! – into his side, still bleary from sleep.

The Annabeth who – he was surprised to find – is quite timid. Confident, yes, but tentative all the same. She let him lead, which was a definite first. Her affection was reverent. Marveling at every touch, every sensation. And when she met his eyes, breathless, she left him breathless as well. Because he couldn’t have imagined being with her like this. A thousand fantasies never came close.

She looks up at him now, as the soft morning light shines through his bedroom window, like she’s not sure where she is. But when she sees him, recognizes him, she smiles. A big, eyes-bright, toothy grin. It’s contagious and he smiles right back, wondering if his own expression matches the dazzling glow of hers.

She laughs after a moment, unable to contain herself.

"Hey no laughing in the bedroom," he teases. "Could hurt a guys feelings."

She giggles – giggles! – and presses her face against his bare chest.

"You have nothing to be worried about Percy." Bubbly, unrestrained, so different from when she gets in full combat mode.

"Good, we wouldn’t want my ego to suffer."

She sniggers, wriggling closer. “Yes, because your fragile ego is in such need of stroking.”

"No, but other things might need stroking."

She slaps his chest playfully in response, but dissolves into another round of giggles.

He likes seeing her this way. He likes, even now, being able to unravel the mystery that is Annabeth Chase. There’s a new facet of her personality to be uncovered at every turn.

This morning – the first of what he hopes is many morning afters – it’s giddy Annabeth. And that makes him giddy as well, because he knows that it’s all for him. Giddy, smiling, cuddling Annabeth is all his.

He couldn’t think of a more perfect sight to wake up to. Her brilliant smile. Her hair tickling his chest. Her bare skin pressed up against his. The glow of her happiness warming him like the sun.

He wraps his arms around her and leans down to kiss the top of her head, knowing full well that she’s still trying to hide her goofy smile from him. But there’s no hiding it – the happy. The happiness that he shares with her. The proof that they finally took the leap and survived. More than survived.

He thinks this Annabeth is part of the real Annabeth. The one that got lost when she left her family. The one that he found and coaxed out of hiding. With patience and charm and love.

She’s just another layer to the Chase onion. But this an important layer – a defining layer. The woman who stares down at her friends like they are children. The woman who knows way too much about dom play. The woman who could kick his ass with her bare hands…is a cuddler.

A shameless cuddler.

"I think I’m falling in love with you"

"I thought you had already fallen, Seaweed brain" Annabeth’s reply is muffled against his shoulder, where her head is comfortably leaning.

All of the times, all of the ways he’d imagined this, and he never expected she’d be a cuddler.

For a time he’d fallen into the trap of imagining her as Annabeth Chase, a warrior. Commanding, in control, no-nonsense (well maybe a bit) in the bedroom. He’d imagined a romp in bed with her would be like an interrogation or maybe even a frenzied sparring match, fighting for control as they scrapped between the sheets. He’d imagined biting and nipping and burning flesh. Demanding kisses and torn clothing. Power and heat. That’s how he thought it would go.

And maybe that’s what he would have gotten had she taken him up on his offer that first time.

But she would have left his bed and gone on with her life. And she would have remained as a warrior, almost a general, to him, a pleasant memory of the time he had a copy cat, but nothing more.

He would have missed out on Annabeth.

And this is most certainly his Wise Girl, he thinks as she snuggles – snuggles! – into his side, still bleary from sleep.

The Annabeth who – he was surprised to find – is quite timid. Confident, yes, but tentative all the same. She let him lead, which was a definite first. Her affection was reverent. Marveling at every touch, every sensation. And when she met his eyes, breathless, she left him breathless as well. Because he couldn’t have imagined being with her like this. A thousand fantasies never came close.

She looks up at him now, as the soft morning light shines through his bedroom window, like she’s not sure where she is. But when she sees him, recognizes him, she smiles. A big, eyes-bright, toothy grin. It’s contagious and he smiles right back, wondering if his own expression matches the dazzling glow of hers.

She laughs after a moment, unable to contain herself.

"Hey no laughing in the bedroom," he teases. "Could hurt a guys feelings."

She giggles – giggles! – and presses her face against his bare chest.

"You have nothing to be worried about Percy." Bubbly, unrestrained, so different from when she gets in full combat mode.

"Good, we wouldn’t want my ego to suffer."

She sniggers, wriggling closer. “Yes, because your fragile ego is in such need of stroking.”

"No, but other things might need stroking."

She slaps his chest playfully in response, but dissolves into another round of giggles.

He likes seeing her this way. He likes, even now, being able to unravel the mystery that is Annabeth Chase. There’s a new facet of her personality to be uncovered at every turn.

This morning – the first of what he hopes is many morning afters – it’s giddy Annabeth. And that makes him giddy as well, because he knows that it’s all for him. Giddy, smiling, cuddling Annabeth is all his.

He couldn’t think of a more perfect sight to wake up to. Her brilliant smile. Her hair tickling his chest. Her bare skin pressed up against his. The glow of her happiness warming him like the sun.

He wraps his arms around her and leans down to kiss the top of her head, knowing full well that she’s still trying to hide her goofy smile from him. But there’s no hiding it – the happy. The happiness that he shares with her. The proof that they finally took the leap and survived. More than survived.

He thinks this Annabeth is part of the real Annabeth. The one that got lost when she left her family. The one that he found and coaxed out of hiding. With patience and charm and love.

She’s just another layer to the Chase onion. But this an important layer – a defining layer. The woman who stares down at her friends like they are children. The woman who knows way too much about dom play. The woman who could kick his ass with her bare hands…is a cuddler.

A shameless cuddler.

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the media: omg what a slut

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the media: lol nobody wants to date her

taylor swift: wears a modest dress

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taylor swift: wears a revealing dress

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She shoved him off again and sighed at the pout he made. But nothing she did could make him go away and she had tried, really, really hard, but Percy seemed to be more stubborn than her, and that was something Annabeth hadn’t thought about.

"Seaweed Brain" hissed the blonde between her teeth "Why are you here again?"

The only thing that bothered her was that she was trying to study and Percy seemed to be doing anything he could not to let her study. Like for example staring at her with wide eyes and making strange faces so she wasn’t able to concentrate on her task.

"Well, I wanted to see my lovely and beautiful girlfriend" he smiled at her like he was innocent "and here I am, showing how much I support you with this architecture degree"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at that. The only reason Percy was so interested on her degree was because he had been the one who had told her it could be interesting. It wasn’t interesting at all, it was absolutely fascinating, so she was grateful for that, but at the same time she was tired of Percy always talking about how he had had a fantastic idea.

"Don’t you have other things to do?" asked the girl "Or other people to bother? I don’t know, Leo, Jason or Nico?"

"Nope" replied the boy cheerfully "Not today, anyway. Today I only have time for you"

"Just my luck" said the girl sarcastically.

"You say it as if it was a bad thing"

“Well, sometimes it really is. Like right now for example”

She’s lying, of course she would like to relax and study for her test-that is probably going to be in three weeks or so, but that’s something Percy doesn’t need to know- but seeing Percy right now, after three hours of intensive study, kind of makes her want to throw the book somewhere else and jump at him right now and right there. And then Percy bites down his lip while smirking and Annabeth can’t look anywhere else than on his lips.

 ”Really?” The boy asks. Annabeth swallows and tries to get her glance away from Percy’s mouth because she really should tell Percy to go somewhere else because she really needs to concentrate on the stupid book, but she cannot get her eyes away from his lips. She just can’t.

"Are you okay, Annabeth?" Percy sounds a bit amused. "Do I really bother you riht now? Don’t worry; I can go and let you study again, if you want?" the black haired boy suggests, smiling. And that’s it. She smiles and moves a little more close to Percy and locks eyes with him, searching for a ‘told you so’ or something similar, so that she has the chance to hit him for something.

Annabeth can see that Percy is holding his breath but she does not stop moving closer to him. As the blonde’s face is only some centimeters away from Percy, Annabeth checks again.
 
“Kiss me already Wise Girl.” Percy whispers and then their lips meet. And it is good. And Annabeth just wants to do this forever because she loves how Percy’s lips taste, like sunshine and sea, and that is suddenly everything that her brain can realize in that moment, not her stupid exam, the exam she is sure will be really easy, the only thing she can feel or remember is Percy, and she doesn’t care about being in the library, they couldn’t d anything else than get them out and they would have to go to Percy’s flat to finish that, so secretly she might be hoping to get caught. But every kiss has an end and as they finally let go of each other, they stare at each other, barely breathing.
“I should come to help you to study again.” Percy whispers. And they kiss again. And again. And it only gets even better every time they kiss again.

 “You are a horrible temptation, Percy Jackson.” Annabeth mumbles into Percy’s ear between the never stopping kisses.

 “And you are perfect, Annabeth Chase.” Percy whispers back and Annabeth has never cared any less for her homework than in that second.

She shoved him off again and sighed at the pout he made. But nothing she did could make him go away and she had tried, really, really hard, but Percy seemed to be more stubborn than her, and that was something Annabeth hadn’t thought about.

"Seaweed Brain" hissed the blonde between her teeth "Why are you here again?"

The only thing that bothered her was that she was trying to study and Percy seemed to be doing anything he could not to let her study. Like for example staring at her with wide eyes and making strange faces so she wasn’t able to concentrate on her task.

"Well, I wanted to see my lovely and beautiful girlfriend" he smiled at her like he was innocent "and here I am, showing how much I support you with this architecture degree"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at that. The only reason Percy was so interested on her degree was because he had been the one who had told her it could be interesting. It wasn’t interesting at all, it was absolutely fascinating, so she was grateful for that, but at the same time she was tired of Percy always talking about how he had had a fantastic idea.

"Don’t you have other things to do?" asked the girl "Or other people to bother? I don’t know, Leo, Jason or Nico?"

"Nope" replied the boy cheerfully "Not today, anyway. Today I only have time for you"

"Just my luck" said the girl sarcastically.

"You say it as if it was a bad thing"

“Well, sometimes it really is. Like right now for example”

She’s lying, of course she would like to relax and study for her test-that is probably going to be in three weeks or so, but that’s something Percy doesn’t need to know- but seeing Percy right now, after three hours of intensive study, kind of makes her want to throw the book somewhere else and jump at him right now and right there. And then Percy bites down his lip while smirking and Annabeth can’t look anywhere else than on his lips.

 ”Really?” The boy asks. Annabeth swallows and tries to get her glance away from Percy’s mouth because she really should tell Percy to go somewhere else because she really needs to concentrate on the stupid book, but she cannot get her eyes away from his lips. She just can’t.

"Are you okay, Annabeth?" Percy sounds a bit amused. "Do I really bother you riht now? Don’t worry; I can go and let you study again, if you want?" the black haired boy suggests, smiling. And that’s it. She smiles and moves a little more close to Percy and locks eyes with him, searching for a ‘told you so’ or something similar, so that she has the chance to hit him for something.

Annabeth can see that Percy is holding his breath but she does not stop moving closer to him. As the blonde’s face is only some centimeters away from Percy, Annabeth checks again.
 
“Kiss me already Wise Girl.” Percy whispers and then their lips meet. And it is good. And Annabeth just wants to do this forever because she loves how Percy’s lips taste, like sunshine and sea, and that is suddenly everything that her brain can realize in that moment, not her stupid exam, the exam she is sure will be really easy, the only thing she can feel or remember is Percy, and she doesn’t care about being in the library, they couldn’t d anything else than get them out and they would have to go to Percy’s flat to finish that, so secretly she might be hoping to get caught. But every kiss has an end and as they finally let go of each other, they stare at each other, barely breathing.
“I should come to help you to study again.” Percy whispers. And they kiss again. And again. And it only gets even better every time they kiss again.

 “You are a horrible temptation, Percy Jackson.” Annabeth mumbles into Percy’s ear between the never stopping kisses.

 “And you are perfect, Annabeth Chase.” Percy whispers back and Annabeth has never cared any less for her homework than in that second.