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From his spot on their bed, Percy could see Annabeth hunched over her laptop at her desk. Their small one bedroom didn’t offer the space for a personal office, so she’d taken over a corner of the bedroom while he usually worked at the kitchen table. Her architecture firm had her on some strict deadline for a proposal that needed to be flawless. From what Percy had gathered, she was on a small team of people and was the only one truly pulling her weight.
She was due for a promotion soon, to be sure.
She was also due to stand up, use the bathroom, and eat something. Annabeth sat down the moment she got home at five and barely moved in two hours.
He’d been grading papers in the kitchen and looking over the swim team’s upcoming practice schedule when she’d entered their apartment in a huff. She kicked off her heels by the door, not making any attempt to get them on the shoe track, and headed to the bedroom without a word to him. Percy gave up evaluating how effectively freshmen used the dative case and followed his wife into their room.
When she didn’t so much as kiss him hello, he knew she was in a unique kind of mood, one where self care and her physical needs were pushed down on the list of priorities, buried under a mound of work.
Annabeth had all but chained herself to the desk. In the moments she’d been alone in the room, she’d already set up her work laptop and had started typing away at something, still dressed in her stiff work clothes.
“Annabeth?” He said, reminding her that he was there.
“Hi,” she said, turning her face just a little to give him access to her cheek. He pressed a kiss to it, and once she did, her gaze went back to the computer.
“How was your day?” He asked. He rested his hands on her shoulders and started to rub at the knots around her shoulder blades.
Annabeth leaned back a bit, before reaching under her skirt. She undid the leather strap that held her knife to her thigh, and dropped the blade and sheath on the desk. “Several people are lucky celestial bronze doesn't work on mortals.”
Percy licked his lips at the peak of thigh and the ridiculously hot way she’d taken to concealing her blade the last few years.
“Are you going to be working all night?” He asked.
“Hopefully not all night,” she said.
Percy just kissed the top of her head as she went right back to typing. He took her knife from the desk and rested it in its usual spot on her bedside table.
Then, he went to her pajama drawer and found a comfy pair of sweats and full panties for her to wear instead of the pencil skirt and thong he’d watched her put on that morning.
“Do you want to get changed?” He asked.
“In a minute,” Annabeth said without looking up from her email inbox.
Percy huffed and went to her bedside drawer. He wanted his wife to get promoted, but she was really starting to overwork herself. If he left her to it, she probably wouldn’t move until ten p.m when she was starving and exhausted.
Percy was tired of watching her ignore her own needs in favor of hyperfixating on work after hours. But there was an easy solution.
He picked up the little pink toy they kept in her nightstand. It was U shaped and meant to slip inside her and stay there, vibrating inside her and on her clit, but only when someone used the remote. The remote was in Percy’s bedside drawer.
He dropped the toy on top of the pajamas and brought the bundle over to her.
The tops of Annabeth’s cheeks went pink and her breath caught when she saw what Percy had brought her. Percy was about to clarify that she didn’t have to (as if Annabeth had ever once in her life done something she didn’t want to do), but before he could, she simply shut her computer and stood up.
“You can’t distract me too much,” she said as she unbuttoned her work shirt, distracting Percy far more than he could ever distract her. “I really need to get this done.”
Percy agreed. They needed her to get promoted. He was just a high school Latin teacher; he needed his gorgeous and remarkable wife to start bringing in the big bucks so they could finally afford an apartment with more than one room. Their baby fever got worse every day.
Annabeth slipped off her bra and into one of Percy’s old tee shirts. Then she slipped off her skirt and panties. Percy held the toy, silently telling her he’d be slipping it into her. Annabeth hooked a leg around his hip to give him better access. Percy ran two fingers over her folds; she was decently wet but --
He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and letting the heel of his palm rub up against her clit. Annaeth rested her ass on her desk, letting Percy get closer to her. He nipped and sucked at her neck, careful not to leave visible marks. Twenty-seven seemed a bit too old to be giving out hickies.
When Annabeth whispered, “Oh gods, Percy --” he slipped his hand out before she could cum. The pout on Annabeth’s face told him he had in fact ruined her orgasm. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be the only time she gave him that look tonight.
“You said you needed to get work done,” he reminded her. Annabeth was useless after an orgasm. She only ever wanted more and then, after about three, a nap. No way she’d finish whatever it was if he’d let her cum.
Percy sucked his fingers clean as Annabeth pouted about being denied. He’d always been obsessed with her taste, and he was sure he’d get his head between her legs by the end of the night.
Percy pressed her knees a little further apart, admiring her dripping cunt for a moment, before holding the toy to her opening. He looked at her, and she nodded. It slipped in easily, and Annabeth hummed at the slight satisfaction of it. Percy always felt a strange, overwhelming intimacy when he used toys with her, and this was no different. He felt magnetically pulled towards her; he kissed her as she hummed, enjoying the slight wiggle in her hips as she adjusted to it. The silicone bulb rested just about perfectly on her favorite spot inside, and the U shaped toy curved up outside to cover her clit as well. It was the only toy they owned that could make her cum like a porn star the way Percy’s hands and mouth could. He’d have to be careful not to let her cum too soon. When she was allowed to finish, he was going to make sure it was on his face. He was the son of Poseidon. He couldn’t drown.
She stepped into her panties, and then the sweat pants. Percy kissed her a few more times for good measure. “I love you,” he reminded her.
“I love you too,” she said, pulling away and sitting down. He watched her swivel her hips a little, looking for a new comfortable position with the toy now inside her.
“Comfy?” Percy asked.
“Very,” she promised, before opening her computer again.
That was almost two hours ago. He’d brought his work into the bedroom to keep an eye on her. True to his word, Percy hadn’t distracted her more than necessary. But it was time for a break.
Percy’s hand went to the remote next to him. Knowing Annabeth, her mind was probably far from the vibrator in her panties by now. Her back was tense, and he could hear her near-constant typing. Her mind and attention were far away from him and her own body.
But he had the perfect way of reminding her of both.
Percy switched on the vibrator without a breath of warning, skipping over the low setting and going straight for medium.
“Oh gods,” Annabeth said, pitching forward onto her desk. Percy watched her arch her back and moan into the sensation. He could hear it buzzing between her legs, and her desperate little whines seemed to harmonize with it.
Percy shut it off, and Annabeth let out a shattered cry.
“It’s time to stand up,” he told her. “Drink some water, use the bathroom. I’m going to start dinner.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and then waited for her to stand up. She did, stretching her arms up high over her head, bending backwards. Percy slipped a hand under her shirt as her stretch ended, letting his thumb run over her nipple. “Good girl,” he said. Annabeth nearly collapsed into him at the praise.
Percy slipped her sweats and panties down to her mid-thigh, before carefully slipping the toy out.
“Go to the bathroom,” Percy told her, pulling her pants back up, “and don’t touch yourself while you’re in there.” He’d know if she did. They’d been having sex for eleven years, and Annabeth had never once had a quiet orgasm.
Percy left the toy on the bed and went to refill her water bottle. She was still in the bathroom when he went back into the bedroom, so he took a set on the edge of their bed, waiting for her. She stepped out a few seconds later looking more relaxed. Percy raised an eyebrow as if to silently ask: had we been ignoring several bodily needs for hours?
“Shut up,” was all she said. She stood in front of him on the bed and slipped her pants down again, waiting. Percy slipped the toy back in easily this time without any teasing, before pulling her pants back up.
“You need to drink water,” he said. He handed her the water bottle, and she took a long drink. As a reward, he switched on the vibrator, keeping it low this time. Annabeth couldn’t help herself. She climbed into his lap, straddling him. Percy had already been dealing with a semi for the better part of the last two hours, but now she was really testing his self control.
For both of their sakes, he shut it off again.
“I’m going to make dinner,” he said, kissing her gently.
“Okay,” Annabeth said, a bit breathless.
“How much work do you have left?”
“At least an hour. Probably more,” Annabeth said. Percy cursed.
“Alright, but you’re taking a break for dinner. No eating at your desk,” he said.
“Okay,” she agreed, stepping out of his lap and walking, a bit bow-legged, back to her desk.
Percy gave up on grading for real this time, shoving the papers back into his backpack. No way he was going to be able to focus on irregular verbs at this point.
He prepped the vegetables. Anytime cutting vegetables started to get his body under control, he remembered the weight of Annabeth in his lap, moaning on top of him, and he was rock hard all over again. He turned on the oven to preheat, and then he snuck into the guest bathroom.
Just because she couldn’t cum, it didn’t mean he couldn’t. He let his mind drift to memories of Annabeth tied up in compromising positions, begging for him. He hoped she’d have some time this weekend to actually enjoy herself, get her to sink deep into a scene and actually relax. Hell, maybe he’d get her to take a nap.
Percy finished into some toilet paper and flushed it. He already felt much better.
Dinner was a simple combination of pasta bolognese and roasted broccoli and cauliflower. Percy also pulled out one of the several containers of fancy olives for Annabeth. He thought they tasted like poison, but she went crazy for them.
He set the table, put both plates down, and then called for her.
“Dinner!” There was no response. He waited a few seconds, but he didn’t hear her moving around.
“Annabeth, food is ready.” Still nothing.
Percy pulled the remote out and switched it on, this time going right to high.
“Fuck!” Annabeth shouted from the bedroom. Percy shut it off.
“Dinner,” he said again.
This time, Annabeth did shuffle out of their bedroom.
“I was in the middle of something,” she complained.
“It will be there when you get back,” Percy reminded her.
Annabeth reached for the olives, eating a few, before dipping a piece of crusty bread in the oil.
“You need real food,” Percy said.
“It’s an appetizer,” she said back. But she did finally reach for her fork. She had a big bite of pasta, then some broccoli. She hummed at the food and did a little dance that confirmed she had been hungry. Percy rewarded her, this time on the low setting.
“It’ll stay on as long as you keep eating,” Percy promised.
Finishing dinner wasn’t easy for either of them. Percy could barely take his eyes off of her long enough to assemble a fork full of food. And Annabeth … well she regularly had to pause, close her eyes, and breath.
“Do you want me to turn it off so you can eat?” Percy asked earnestly, second guessing his promise. He’d never tried to eat pasta with a vibrator on inside him. Maybe it was more of a distraction than anything.
“Don’t you dare,” she almost shouted at him. He just laughed and left it on.
Annabeth’s plate was halfway done, when she bit her lip. “Percy please --” she said.
“Please what?”
“Make it go faster. I … I’m close,” she said. Percy shut it off, and she looked like she might cry. “Sadist,” she complained.
“Sorry baby, but you can’t finish until you’re done with your work.”
Percy hated himself for what he was saying. He was hard again and sure that Annabeth wouldn’t object to him replacing the toy with his dick and bending her over the kitchen table. But if she had to wait, so did he.
Annabeth pouted but went back to eating. Percy didn’t turn it back on right away; he waited until she looked up with pleading eyes. “I’m eating,” she said.
“You’re right,” Percy said, switching it back on. He hoped she didn't get pavloved into being horny for pasta. It was going to make date night at their favorite Italian place inconvenient. Or, Percy considered, delicious foreplay.
Percy switched it off again when her plate was cleared. “I’ll clean up. You can go back to work, baby.”
She nodded, but stopped at the fridge to refill her water bottle before she went back into the bedroom. Percy kissed her, muttering “that’s my good girl,” against her mouth.
Annabeth whimpered. “You’re going to owe me so many orgasms,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” Percy said, rocking his hard cock up against her thigh, “I’m looking forward to it.”
When he went back to the bedroom, she wasn’t at her desk. A moment later the bathroom door opened, and Annabeth looked at him a little sheepish. Percy glanced around for the toy.
“I just took it out and put it back myself,” she said.
They hadn’t set rules tonight that he was completely in control of her or the toy, so there was nothing for him to say but: “That’s alright. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself,” he said.
She smiled. “I was so wet from dinner,” she said. “I can’t stop thinking about…” she reached a hand out and rubbed his clothed cock, getting him to hiss in pleasure, “... you.”
Percy knew what she was up to. He shooed her hand off of him, even though every part of his body was screaming at him for it.
“If we have sex, you’re never going to want to finish your work tonight,” Percy said. “I know my wife. You’re gonna get all noodly afterwards, and then tomorrow morning you’re going to be frustrated you didn’t get everything done.”
Annabeth pouted. “I’m frustrated now,” she said.
“I know, baby. How much do you have left?”
“I can get it done fast,” was all she said. Percy kissed the top of her head before sending her back to her desk with a small spank. Annabeth made a noise like the might cum just from that.
Annabeth sat quietly at her desk, typing away at something for over an hour. Percy was just scrolling on his (demigod-safe) phone, splitting his attention between the screen and his wife hard at work. He watched her stretch her neck to one side, and then the other. Then she pushed back from the desk and stood to stretch.
“Are you done?” Percy asked hopefully.
“No, I just needed a break,” she said. Percy rewarded her with a minute on medium. He wasn’t expecting her to get so close so quickly, but after barely a minute, he heard a string of familiar cries. His dick throbbed as he watched her, and he was tempted to let her cum in her panties, but he shut off the vibrator right before she could.
Annabeth just slumped back in her chair, defeated.
Finally she announced: “Whatever isn’t done in the next half hour isn’t getting done tonight!”
Percy smiled. Maybe next they would work on her overall work/life balance.
“Wonderful plan, my love,” he said. But he left the vibrator off. She needed to finish work strong.
Percy set a time for exactly thirty minutes, and when his phone started to buzz, so did Annabeth.
On the other side of the room, she whined and leaned back in her chair. “Oh gods, Percy I --”
He turned it up. “Yes?”
“I need to log off,” she said with a laugh. “I need to make sure everything is saved and logged off, can you just … give me one minute?”
Percy shut off the vibrator, and Annabeth let out a deep breath. Percy got out of the bed, and used what few brain cells were still functioning to lay down what they’d named “the sex blanket” -- a decently soft but very waterproof blanket. Sure, it was meant for pet owners whose dog might track mud onto the couch, but it worked for them perfectly. When it was laid out, he stood behind her, watching her close tabs, save projects, and log out of her work accounts. When that was done, she shut off her computer completely, and returned it to her work bag for the next day.
“All done,” she said finally.
Percy pulled her up out of her chair and into a deep kiss. She was smiling against his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck, holding her close. Percy slipped a thigh between her legs, nudging at the currently-off toy.
Annabeth gasped, before asking “Do I get to cum now?”
Percy handed her the remote. “As many times as you’d like.”
She smiled and set the toy to medium, humming in relief as it started up again, this time knowing it wouldn’t stop without her permission. Percy pushed her back a few steps, until she was up against the desk. Again, he lifted her just enough to be seated on the edge. While Annabeth settled into the rhythmic pleasure of the toy, Percy lifted her shirt off, then pulled her sweats down. There was something deliciously powerful about being dressed while she was nearly naked. Percy pushed her knees apart. The crotch of her underwear was soaked and bulged a little from the silicone. Percy rubbed at them, mostly feeling the hard toy underneath instead of his wife.
“Looks like you came already,” Percy teased.
“I definitely didn’t,” Annabeth said, almost complaining.
Percy frowned and ran his thumb over her lip, pulling her mouth open just a little. Instinctively, she pulled his finger into her mouth and gave it a gentle suck, her gray eyes wide and pleading for approval.
“You’ve been so good so far, baby,” Percy reminded her, his tone warning.
“I just want --” she hooked a leg around him and pulled him in close. His hard, clothed cock bumped up against the rigid toy in her panties.
“I know what you want,” he said, leaning her back until she was laying on her desk. She moaned as his hips rocked against her, moving the toy inside her. She was close to the edge, holding him up against her body as she shamelessly sought out her release.
“Do you want the toy to get you there, or me?” He asked.
Annabeth’s hands wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “You, you --” she babbled, “but, I -- oh! ”
He’d waited too long to offer, he realized, a bit disappointed in himself for his lack of awareness. All he could do was kiss her, and talk her through it --”that’s it, gorgeous, you deserve it, working so hard for our family. You’re perfect.”
Annabeth just whimpered and pulled at her panties. The toy was still vibrating, and somehow they’d knocked the remote off the end of the desk.
“I’ve got it,” Percy said, lowering her legs just enough to slip the fabric down and slip the still-going toy out of her. Annabeth sighed in relief, too over-sensitive after finishing to continue with that moving inside her.
And she’d certainly finished: her cheeks were pink and her cunt damp and dripping, finally satisfied after hours of teasing. But, Percy noted with a smirk, she hadn’t ejaculated. He could still be the first one to bring her there tonight.
Percy finally reached for the remote and shut the toy off, leaving the used, filthy thing on her desk, as he scooped up Annabeth and carried her to the bed. He plopped her on the bed as he stayed standing to get undressed.
“Are you gonna strip for me?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched him reach for the hem of his tee shirt. He smiled and slowed his pace to a more sensual strip tease. “Woo! Take it off!” She said with a laugh. “I wish I had some bills to throw at you.”
“Our water bill is on the kitchen counter,” he joked. It was stupidly expensive, as usual. “I’m sure you can find other ways to praise me,” he said, finally taking off his pants.
“Oh,” Annabeth said with a smile, her gaze shamelessly looking him over as if it were the first time she’d seen him naked, “I’m sure I can.”
Percy crawled on top of her, and they scooted together to the center of the bed, kissing and letting hands roam as they did. When they settled on their blanket, Percy’s kisses trailed down her neck, and then to her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, as a hand toyed with the other one. He felt her relax under him, her body going limp and surrendering to his touch. Percy moved his mouth to the other breast, as his hand slid down her side and in between her legs.
His touch was feather-light, just enough to make her shiver.
“Got another one in there for me?” He asked.
“Of course,” she said. Percy slid two fingers up and down either side of her clit, which had Annabeth arching her back off the mattress.
“Mouth, fingers, or cock?” He asked.
“Mouth,” she answered quickly. And thank god. If he had to go another moment without tasting her, he might just combust.
Percy kissed a trail down her stomach, lingering between her belly button and pelvis, imagining her pregnant already.
“Soon,” Annabeth promised. “Gods, so, so soon right? You promise?”
Percy smiled. He’d always expected her to want to wait longer than him. He’d known he wanted kids with her since they were barely seventeen. But her baby fever was starting to outpace his. In recent months, he was the one holding her back; he wanted to make sure they had everything right. Mostly, he wanted to make sure they had the money, the apartment, and the time to make sure their kid never wanted for anything. He never wanted his kids to see him struggling.
But fuck, it was tempting to give into her pleas.
“I promise,” he said, pressing another kiss there. “Gods Annabeth…” was all he managed to squeak out before deciding to just bury his face in her pussy to keep from saying something so overly sentimental it ruined their fun.
Annabeth yelped at the sudden sensation, but it quickly turned into a moan as his tongue flicked over her clit. He circled it a few times, before just sealing his lips over it and giving it a gentle suck.
“Fingers too?” She asked.
Percy obliged, slipping two fingers inside her, not too deep, and curled up just so.
“ Oh, ” she groaned, rolling her hips against his face, getting him to press himself closer. “That’s it, baby. Oh, Percy -- hng.”
Percy tried not to smile and throw off his rhythm. He barely succeeded. Annabeth’s cries were loud in the room, and she was grinding her hips against his face frantically. One of their first discoveries of her more submissive tendencies had come from him covering her mouth on a whim, desperately trying to keep her quiet so his parents didn’t wake up and catch them. He could still remember how easily she yielded to him in a moments right after, reaching a shuddering orgasm that had him finishing inside her without warning a moment later.
Now that they had their own place, they didn’t need to worry about that (although they did have a collection of gags for special occasions and specific punishments). But right now, he only wanted to hear her.
“Oh gods, I’m --- Oh, Percy --”
He appreciated the warning as she finished on his face, her orgasm gushing out of her exactly how he wanted. He kept his fingers moving, prolonging her pleasure and getting her to squirt through the aftershocks. When she was truly worn out, Percy ran his tongue up her sensitive folds, licking at her clit once more. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his face, and he just leaned over to press a kiss to one, and then the other.
“Good girl,” he said, face still between her legs, his lungs out of air, and his desire for her out of control. Annabeth whimpered, and her hands grasped at his shoulders, trying to pull him up towards her.
Percy did what she wanted, happy to kiss her again. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, making sure she tasted just how sweet she was.
He felt her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. Her hand reached between them, finding Percy cock and pressing it up against her entrance.
“Already?” Percy asked. “Do you want a moment to rest?”
She shook her head. “No, please.”
Percy kissed her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. He kissed her as he slid in, one hand gripping onto her ass as he did. Once he was settled, buried deep, he forced himself to stay still.
“Breathe,” he told her. She took a deep breath in and a long exhale out. “Good,” Percy said with a kiss, “very good.”
He started to move, rocking his hips slowly at first, enjoying the slow drag of her against his cock. But he could only torture both of them with a slow pace for so long. His thrusts started to get faster, building up to a steady rhythm that had them both gripping onto the other, groaning into kisses, and hopelessly muttering how much they loved each other.
They were hopeless really, especially when they got like this. There was no force on Olympus or Tartarus that could have pulled them away from each other. Not when Annabeth was so perfect, so soft and warm around him; he had the strongest, most beautiful woman in the world crying his name and clawing at his back for more.
Annabeth’s heels pressed into the small of his back. Even after all these years, that spot still tingled when she touched it, his tether to mortality.
“You feel so good, Percy,” she whispered as he fucked hard into her.
“You earned it. Working so hard,” he said, kissing along her collarbone. “You’re going to need to take good care of yourself when you’re pregnant,” he reminded her, his hand running over her abdomen. They’d both gained weight since giving up their hero days; neither of them were sporting the flat abs they had as teens or in college. Percy was sure she’d never looked better. She was soft now, comfortable, with an ass he never got tired of squeezing.
“I’m sure you’ll wait on me hand and foot,” she said with a smile. “I won’t need to do a damn thing for nine months.”
Percy just kissed her. She was completely right of course. And he couldn’t wait.
“You’re going to look so beautiful,” he said, imagining her fat and round with his baby already. The knot of pleasure deep in his belly tightened. He groaned into her neck.
“I’m close,” he warmed.
“Finish inside me,” she pleaded. She still had her IUD, so there was hardly a chance it took root, or that a baby would be viable if it did, but they both liked to pretend. It was rare that he didn’t finish inside her.
With a grunt, Percy buried himself in her; Annabeth moaned as he released, and he watched her reach between their bodies to rub her clit.
“I’m close too,” she whimpered. “Please Percy.”
Percy hardly had time to recover before he was slipping his face down between her legs again. He sealed his mouth over her clit, tracing small circles with his tongue, before sucking just a little. He slipped two fingers inside her. She was slick with his cum and her own releases. Refractory period or not, Percy couldn’t help but thrust down onto the bed sheets with renewed (had it ever gone away?) arousal.
“Oh gods, Perce --” She tugged at his hair before she came, squirting again as she finished on his face and tongue, her own release hot and thrilling. He worked her through it, rubbing at her walls to extend it. Gods, she was a vision, cumming for him like that, getting off on the idea of him knocking her up and having his baby. He was the luckiest man on the planet. Had to be.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as she cried out under him as he continued to work her sensitive cunt, “that’s so good.” He slowed his fingers, before slipping them out. They were coated in both of them.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded. He’d never deny her that.
Percy’s face was up by hers in a flash, and he captured her lips hot and quick.
“I love you,” she said.
Percy was going to have her suck his fingers clean, but he could see tears in her eyes. Annabeth had always been a bit of a crybaby, and after sex was no different.The first time it had happened, on the Argo II, he’d been so panicked, he’d almost given them away. Now he knew he just needed to hold her tight.
“I love you too,” he promised, wiping his fingers on the sheets, before rolling over. He laid on his back, and then pulled her into his side. She draped a leg over his thigh, and distantly he could feel the mess he’d made of her drip onto his leg. “You’re so perfect, Annabeth.”
Annabeth held onto him tight as he wiped away her silent tears. After a minute, she stopped crying.
“Can you sit up and drink some water, Annabeth?” He asked. She nodded, scooting up as he reached for her water bottle. After a few big drinks, he asked: “Are you okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “Just part of the release of it all,” she confirmed.
“Balancing your humors?” he joked. He’d learned in one of his college classes that pre-modern medicine defined women as “cold and wet.” While Annabeth was far from cold, the pre-moderns had certainly gotten “wet” correct.
She laughed. “Right, yes,” she said, settling back into his side. He wrapped his arms around her, and it didn’t take long before her breathing slowed. He gave her another minute. She started snoring lightly. She was out cold.
Percy held Annabeth for a few more minutes, before carefully slipping out of bed. He ran a washcloth under the warm water, and pressed it against his inner thigh to make sure it wasn’t too hot. He slipped back into bed, and gently rubbed it between Annabeth’s legs, carefully cleaning her. She didn’t stir. Percy cleaned himself up in the bathroom as well, but didn’t bother putting pajamas on. All he did was slip their sex blanket out from under her, and pull the comforter over both of them. Annabeth stayed asleep, but snuggled back into his side the moment he got his arms around her again.