17 percabeth?
Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
Lets do some stables kisses. Suggestive, but fade to black. Between a T and M rating I'd say. Thanks to @darkmagyk for the idea
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Even through the blankets, the glass floor of the stables was cold against his skin. But Percy liked it. He needed something cool to keep his head from popping off his shoulders.
It was their first moment of real peace since they'd been reunited, and Percy wasn't sure what to do with his hands. He had his memories back now, and he knew she used to let him touch her under her shirt, or around to her butt. But was she still okay with it? Should they ease into it?
Annabeth, though, seemed to have fewer reservations. She slipped her leg between his two while they kissed, pressing herself to his thigh. Instinctively, Percy pulled her closer.
Everything about being back with her felt right. The ways she kissed, the way she smelled, the way she smiled against his mouth when he did something she liked -- it was everything he had missed. Even when he didn't have any other memories, he knew he missed this.
But there was something unfamiliar too. Not bad. Good actually, dangerously good. Every touch, each breath, he felt so much more than he remembered. Percy had started to notice this, in the handful of times he got a spare moment to jerk off since landing in New Rome. Sensations were brighter now, warmer, more intense. And having Annabeth doing the touching, the kissing, the holding, made it all that more brain-melting.
He felt her hands on his hips, slowly moving around the waistband of his pajama pants. His Achilles spot still tingled the most when she touched it, but the warm brush of her fingers was enough already. When Annabeth ran her hands up his back, he shivered, gasping at the sensation of her hand on his bare skin.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
Oh, he must have sounded really pathetic then.
Percy nodded, trying to be cool. "Yeah, yeah, it's just, without the curse of Achilles, it ... feels different than I remember," he explained.
She knit her eyebrows together. "Okay different?"
"Yeah, for sure." She kept looking at him, waiting for more. "Feels insane. Like I've never been touched before."
Annabeth smirked. "Like a virgin?"
Percy felt himself flush. "Sure, if you want to start singing Madonna about it."
He felt her hands run down his back to rest at his weak spot. Even though a single blow there wouldn't kill him anymore, it still felt vulnerable. She pressed her hands flat over it, getting him to moan and lean into her.
"Wanna find out what else feels different?" She asked into his ear as he kept his face buried in her hair.
"Yeah," he breathed out quickly.
Her hands found the waistband of his pants again, and this time she pushed them down.
