Percy Jackson x Reader (Don't Push Your Luck) (9)

(A/N: Almost finished! Yay! It is definite; the next chapter is going to be a lemon, OK? But don't blame me when it gets slushy and crappy, alright?
Sorry for its shortness! Probably just a filler.
For some really weird reason, this song (Imagine Dragons - Demons) sorta inspired me on this chapter. Why? I don't know. I'm bad shit delirious. 
VERY STRONG LANGUAGE ALERT!
Neh.
Now read!)

UPDATE 02/06/2015: DeviantArt deleted the last chapter, and I got a note saying "this post was pornographic". I can't repost it because I lost the document I saved it on, and dA will either delete my account or delete the post again.
I'm so sorry for any inconvenience! All I can say is that you can imagine the lemon and what happens. But! A while ago, ages upon ages, someone requested an epilogue, and I'm actually in the process of writing that, so expect that to be posted sometime this week.
I've written it, loves ! poppyfields145.deviantart.com/…
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Your P.O.V:

Turquoise and calm, the ocean breathes as you sit down. How long have you been sitting here for? You're not sure.

Suddenly, in stomps Annabeth, her expression wild and infuriated. You frown. What's she doing here? Behind her, Percy follows, his face one of confusion and protest.

"Seriously, Percy? How could you? Who do you want? Me? Or that violent, bloodthirsty, hideous child of Ares?" Immediately, Annabeth bombards Percy with questions and demands.

Finally, when he can reply, he says, "Annabeth! I love (Name). Why are you being so jealous?"

No one acknowledges your presence, so you freely and stand up and step between them. When you try and touch Annabeth, your hand phases through, and it feels as though you plunged your whole arm in a box of freshly made ice, so you withdraw your limb.

"We were dating, Percy! Then you dumped me for Clarisse's half-sister. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Well, Wise Girl, people change! I should have realized I loved (Name) before I dated you. That could have saved 'this'." Percy gestures to him and Annabeth.

She crinkles her nose, then shoves Percy. The out-of-nowhere-ness of the push sends him back a few feet.

"You Owl Faced bitch!" You exclaim and momentarily forget that you cannot interfere in the conversation in the midst of your anger. Reaching for your hairpin to become a rapier, you slash at Annabeth, only to have her figure mist over, go static then to the normal realistic detail that demigods' dreams are made of.

Panting, Annabeth pivots and dashes off.

Picking himself up and brushing himself down, Percy sighs and trudges back to his cabin.

Your eyes glancing between the two, you think, Is this what will actually happen? Will Annabeth and Percy have a major dispute over me?
Quickly, you facepalm. Of course! A half-blood's dream is mostly something from the past, present or future!

Waking up with a start is the next thing you do. Raking your hair with your fingers, you let your surroundings soak in. Last night's events come flooding back into your memory. You and Percy had a makeout session in the Poseidon cabin . . . right?

Confirming this, Percy moans in his sleep, and absent-mindedly caresses your cheek with his thumb. You smile and huddle deeper into his embrace. Slowly, Percy's eyes flutter open, and your content (e/c) orbs are the first thing he wakes up to. Grinning warmly, he cups your face.

"Sleep well?" He queries.

"Mhm. I had this weird dream, though." You whisper back.

His smile fading slightly, he doesn't ask more about the dream. "You feeling OK?"

You nod, making your (h/c) locks bounce. "Good. You?"

"Just fine." He rubs his eyes. Checking the time, he looks back at you. "Whoa! We're two hours early."

You chuckle. Gently kissing him, you whisper, "I love you, Percy." Normally, that would be excruciating to say, but it's Percy you're talking to. "M-more than humane/godly words can describe . . ." You quietly add.

"Am I your first?" He asks, cocking his head, looking like an adorable confused kitten.

You flush a startling shade of scarlet. "Wh-what?" You splutter. "What do you mean, my first?"

Smirking at your discomfort, he answers, "You slept with me. Am I your first?"

When he puts it that way, your gaze slides down.

Reassuringly, he whispers, "I am? Honestly, I'm surprised."

Slowly, you let your gaze go up again. Those green eyes say a lot of things: 'it's OK', 'I'm not judging you', 'it could be worse' . . .

Wait . . . what?! 'It could be worse'? What the fuck? 

Percy leans in and kisses you, sending you into 'kissing-son-of-Poseidon-I'm-busy' mode. You place your hand on his cheek and let his tongue wander your mouth. Lightly groaning, you tilt your head so it's easier for him.

"Gods, I love you, (Name)." He seductively whispers, sending very vague lustic (A/N: Is that a word? I hope it is!) shivers down your spine.

Oh, Zeus! He's so dang hot and -

Shut up, hormones! You yell internally. Ain't nobody got time for your shit.

You disintegrate in his arms as you kiss him more deeply. He responds with a familiar, passionate fire while still being soft and tender. He pulls you closer to him and you readily let him.

What's this new side of love that you have . . . ?

"I want you, (Last Name)." He huskily says, knotting his fingers into your hair. "So fucking badly . . ."
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