Wednesday, February 15th , She's a daughter of Athena - goddess of wisdom and war - and this is most definitely war! Not mine, making no money out of this. No copyright infringement intended. I've never written PJO fic before, so this was Many many thanks to greenconverses for her beta and reassurances! Hot Water Annabeth was relaxing in the shallows when she felt the currents change. She tensed, old instincts coming to the fore. Never mind that this beach was protected against monsters, she'd spent way too many years looking over her shoulder to give up the habit so easily.
Something surfaced a few yards away in an explosion of water and foam - a dark-haired man with eyes like the ocean, water dripping off him in rivulets and runnels. Not a monster in fact, but her boyfriend.
You're ugly enough as it is. The water swirled around her suddenly, pushing against her skin like it had come alive, sliding over her arms and legs in a watery caress. Not that Annabeth ever forgot who he was, any more than she could forget who she was. It was just that Currents swirled around her body, the eddies distinct as kisses. Her skin tingled with the soft caresses. The effect was instant - a hot jolt in the cool water.
She felt unsteady, like the earth had shifted while she wasn't looking. Annabeth grabbed for the scraps of string and cloth, but a swift swirl of current nipped it out of her reach, leaving her bare.
Her hands moved instinctively to cover herself but she paused as she met Percy's gaze - the warm grin that was growing on his lips. She wasn't one of the daughters of Aphrodite, to flaunt her figure - what she had, anyway. On the other hand, she was a daughter of Athena - goddess of wisdom and war - and this was definitely war. So Annabeth dropped her hands away from her bare breasts, put her shoulders back rather than hunching in as was her instinct, and stretched her legs out in the water.
Then she lifted her chin in almost-smiling challenge. Annabeth's eyes widened as they cupped her breasts as though from behind, molding her. She arched instinctively, and her blood began to race. The bikini bottom washed away, leaving her naked in the clear, warm water of the bay's shallows.
You seduce me with the water; I try to make you come down here and get hands on? Annabeth watched him and waited. But when I win, I get to choose dinner. There was a fancy new restaurant in the nearby town - a place that had received rave reviews for intricate gastronomy - the new chef was supposedly one of Demeter's sons - and Annabeth had been wanting to try the food for forever. But persuading Percy to take her had been like trying to get out of the Lotus Casino. He never even wanted to try the fancy stuff - not that Annabeth wanted fancy stuff every night, but every once in a while Tonight would have been their best opportunity to try the restaurant - which Percy knew perfectly well Winner, winner, chooses dinner.
Cold hands cupping her breasts, slick mouths licking her nipples, smoth currents stroking her flanks - and the teasing slide of water between her thighs. The water's touch was cold but she heated like copper in the sun.
Everything tingled, everything ached. She arched as her senses wallowed, panting beneath the azure sky, beneath Percy's sea-green smile. It was hard to think under the onslaught, hard to calculate - hard not to panic. He wasn't wasting any time - or any energy. He just stood less than a yard away, teasing her with the currents of water that coiled around her, drowning her in desire With his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides as his dick began to tent his board shorts.
Percy mightn't be wasting time or energy, but he was struggling to keep his hands off her. And that was her advantage. Time to use it. Annabeth took a deep breath and focused through the dizzying sensations, met his eyes. She smiled - slowly, her lashes half-lowered. It's a good view. Shivering a little at the warm touch - the cool caresses were arousing, sure, but it wasn't the same as hot hands against her skin - Annabeth held his gaze.
Water swirled up her legs - not so smooth now. Rougher, as though he was having trouble concentrating. But you could come down here and we'd get really dirty. A tendril of current curled around her throat as she cupped her breasts. You know you want to. The next moment he was in the water beside her, leaning over her, his hand brushing the curls of her pubis, his finger sliding warm and rough against her clit. If her skin had been tingling before, it was burning now.
He tasted of salt and smelled of the wind off the water. Lips slipped and slid, lingering delight. The heat of his body felt wonderful against her skin - flesh and blood and heat instead of distant desire and cool caresses.
More hot flesh - swollen and sensitive to her touch. She ran her hand down the length of him - soft skin and swollen muscle - and was rewarded by a moan. His fingers pressed into her, his thumb continuing to stroke her clit, and Annabeth closed her eyes against the brilliant blue sky above. Her orgasm crashed over her like a storm, unmooring her and casting her adrift in a sea of pleasure.
And then Percy was lifting her up over him - an almost effortless move with the assistance of the sea. Her hands fumbled on his chest, trying to get a grip on water-slick skin. His fingers closed around hers, giving her balance. Annabeth held her breath as the blunt head of his erection pushed against her cleft.
Still dizzy from her orgasm, she found herself looking down at her boyfriend - at the almost desperate expression on his face as he waited for her to push home. She held off, just because she could - because she liked to savour that need. Slowly at first, still cresting on the languor of her earlier orgasm, then faster when she saw impatience stain Percy's expression, when desire began raking sharp nails through her senses, when his hands clutched at her arms, at her back, at her butt, and his mouth tugged at hers.
Tension ratcheted, and her body hummed as the sea flowed around them - stroking her hips and thighs as she rocked, rocked, rocked Percy moaned under her mouth, but he kept moving - those few sweet thrusts that took Annabeth into the maelstrom and plunged her into drowning pleasure.
So, tell me about this restaurant we're going to tonight?