I loved your Thalia+Annabeth stories, you could write about the first time they make love. Something sweet. ):
Okaaaaaaay. Here you go, awkward first-time sex. :)
“Are you sure?”
It’s only about thethirtieth time Thalia has asked her that, but the question is sugary sweetevery time it escapes her lips, and Annabeth can’t help but smile.
She was the only onethat saw this side of Thalia—caring, patient, seemingly everything the daughterof Zeus typically wasn’t.
Thalia cared abouther immensely. She had died for Annabeth, she had killed for Annabeth, and sheknew she wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Annabeth was by no means a damselthat needed rescuing, but she felt safe with her best friend and trusted thatThalia would always fight for her.
Even though Thaliaannoyed her to almost no end—seriously, how could she ever justify half of thecriminal acts she performed daily? —Annabeth was in love with her. Thalia mighthave been the charming, bad-boy Casanova that most parents warned theirdaughters about, but she was all hers. She wasn’t nearly as bad as her fatherbelieved—Thalia was really sweet when she wasn’t vandalizing school property orbeating up literally every boy and most of the girls at their school. She onlyfought half of them because they had done something to Annabeth, anyway.Annabeth couldn’t remember the last time she was called a nerd at theiracademy.
Above all, they kneweach other’s secrets and refused to tell a soul. They had ultimate and completetrust—Annabeth would trust her with anything.
And that was one ofthe thousands of reasons why she had asked Thalia to take her virginity.
Annabeth believed herexact words, whispered into Thalia’s pierced ear as she gripped herspear-calloused hands, were: “I want you. All of you.”
The words were lightenough, but she knew Thalia understood—the way a pleased noise had rumbled inher chest, her hands moving to grip Annabeth’s hips, her electric blue eyesgleaming dangerously as they studied her to make sure that she was positivethat this was what she wanted.
With a timid nod,Annabeth barely caught her gasp as Thalia’s lips closed over hers, teethinsistently grazing her bottom lip, and Annabeth was scared for a moment thatthe other girl might bite it off for being in her tongue’s way.
But Thalia wassurprisingly gentle, deepening the kiss softly and passionately, long, nimblefingers sliding into Annabeth’s hair to undo her messy bun. Despite thegentleness of the kiss, Thalia’s hands were quick and unsteady, like they weregoing to combust if they didn’t get to the skin underneath Annabeth’s shirt.
The orange camp shirtslowly rode up her body, Thalia’s fingers teasingly brushing her breasts as sheworked the shirt all the way off her tanned body.
When Thalia staredappreciatively at her muscled stomach, bright blue eyes slowly drifting higher,Annabeth knew she had chosen wisely. Thalia pressed hot kisses on her neck,gradually sliding lower until she reached her collarbones.
She smirked a littleand Annabeth’s heart nearly stopped. She sucked on her skin, nibbling the topof her breast and soothing the bite over with her tongue, probably leavingmarks all over her but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Thalia could giveher a hickey on her forehead,and she’d probably be okay with it.
Annabeth tried herbest to stay quiet, knowing her family was slumbering in other rooms of thedark house; eventually, though, she threw her attempts out the window, unableto help it as she moaned when Thalia’s lips closed over a stiffening rosebud,pulling it lightly between her teeth.
Annabeth fell back onthe bed, tugging Thalia down with her, and all the while she didn’t detachherself from her chest. She ran one hand through Thalia’s hair, the othercoming to rest on her back, digging her short nails into her shirt.
Thalia pulled away,meeting Annabeth’s eyes with an intensity that rivaled a hurricane’s. She satup a little, just enough to wiggle out of her own shirt, the black cloth flyingacross the bedroom. Thalia released a nervous breath, almost shaking underneathAnnabeth’s hungry gaze.
Annabeth ran herhands over Thalia’s chest, fingers teasing her small breasts before breezingsoftly over her ribcage. The dark, corded muscle flexed beneath her touch, hertendons rippling and sending a familiar spark through her fingers. If shewasn’t used to the slight sting by now, she might’ve yelped. Annabeth connectedher hands behind her head, pulling her into another tantalizing kiss.
“Hey,” Annabethwhispered softly, when she could finally break free. “I love you.”
Thalia bowed her headuntil she could press her nose against Annabeth’s. She closed her eyes andAnnabeth wanted nothing more for her to open them again, to lose herself inthose swirling pools of blue as she held her close to her half-naked form.
“Touch me,” Annabethmurmured next, stroking Thalia’s cheek to get a response.
Thalia kissedAnnabeth again, but this embrace was different from the first—it was confident,passionate, taking over all of her senses.
Thalia gently, almostreluctantly, grinded on top of her, like she couldn’t help it. Annabeth felt herthigh pressed deliciously against her center, providing her with much neededpressure.
Her mouth workedquicker on her lips, face, neck, and chest, her fingers nimbly undoing the buttonto Annabeth’s shorts. Her hand slid past the waistline, rubbing Annabeth’spanty-covered center and startling a gasp out of her. Thalia’s fingers wereunlike anything she had ever felt. She wondered how they were going to feel onher wet sex, circling her clit and flexing inside of her.
Annabeth’s cheeksflushed and she felt a small wave of nervousness, but it was soon washed outwhen Thalia began to nibble softly on her ear, driving her nearly delirious.With her weight above Annabeth, the breathy, pleased moans in her ear, andThalia’s thigh pressed firmly against her, she knew her panties had to beruined, coated in her want.
She could barely getthe words out, but Thalia seemed to understand what she wanted. She was soondivested of her shorts and her panties followed close behind.
Thalia made a sexylittle noise in the back of her throat that made Annabeth blush. “You’rebeautiful. Every inch of you, Wise Girl.”
Thalia kissed her waydown, leaving light marks along the way, causing Annabeth to breathe heavily,her skin flushing from the pleasure of it all, threading her fingers throughThalia’s short untamed hair.
Annabeth wasunprepared for the initial contact—Thalia’s tongue gradually, smoothly,irresistibly finding her center.
Somehow, Thalia’stongue met every inch of her flesh. Her tongue parted her lips, slippingthrough her entrance then gliding across her clit on every upstroke. It was ateasing motion, one that made her clench the bedsheets on either side of herbody, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her mouth slack as she released herdesperate moans.
She felt, if she werewith anyone else, she would not have felt as comfortable expressing herdesires; but this was Thalia, the girl who always gave her what she wanted, andit was impossible to care about how the bed springs yelped every time her legsshook and her back arched.
It wasn’t long beforeAnnabeth came undone for the first time, curses flying out of her usuallyprudish mouth as her come dripped down Thalia’s plump lips. It waselectrifying. Annabeth was pretty sure the power flickered.
Thalia kissed herthighs devotedly, taking her time to lick up her mess, before she rose back toAnnabeth’s face and kissed her, soft and sweet. Annabeth could taste herself onher mouth and it drove her insane.
“I want to make youfeel good,” Annabeth managed to get out, once she could breathe properly.
She ran her handsdown, her fingers brushing across firm abs on their way. Annabeth swiftly undidThalia’s skull belt buckle, popping open the button of her ripped black jeans.
Her skin was hot andmade the hairs of Annabeth’s arms stand straight up. “Stop that,” she lectured.“Relax, Thalia.”
Thalia nodded with aslight laugh, running her hands through her hair. Annabeth watched as ablue-dyed streak tumbled over her forehead.
Thalia pulled off herjeans completely, and Annabeth bit her lip when she noticed she wasn’t wearinganything beneath them. She rarely did. Underwear wasn’t punk rock. “You don’thave to touch me, you know…”
Annabeth smiledsoftly. “I want to.”
Her first contact with Thalia’s sex was against the soft pads ofher fingers. Annabeth almost gasped just from the feel of her—she was so wet,and warm, and it was turning her on a little too much.
Thalia’s face was so cute—all scrunched up like she was trying notto explode; Annabeth had seen that look on her face every time she tried totutor her in algebra. Except this time, Annabeth was the cause of her inabilityto think.
“What do you like?” Annabeth brought herself to ask. Communicationwas important, after all, she had learned that from the extensive sex researchshe had begun nearly a month ago. “Tell me what feels good for you.”
“That,” Thalia purred, feeling Annabeth’s fingers slowly driftdown to tease her entrance. “Annabeth, you’re doing just fine. Just keepsliding your fingers, down and back up again.”
Annabeth did as she instructed, teasing her entrance before slowlyand lightly sliding back up, circling her clit with the pads of her fingers anddrawing a shaky breath from Thalia.
Annabeth pulled her closer, shifting her legs so Thalia could restcomfortably on top of her. She used firmer touches, increasing a little in herspeed, determined to make Thalia loudly voice her pleasure, to make her feel asgood as she had made Annabeth feel.
“Inside,” Thalia urged, obviously withholding the urge to moan.
Was she afraid that Annabeth’s family would hear them? That wasprobably smart, but Annabeth didn’t feel like being smart right now. She feltlike being reckless, impulsive, everything that Thalia always drew out of her.
Annabeth easily slipped a finger into Thalia’s wetness, enteringher slowly and allowing herself to mentally document every detail—how tightThalia was around her finger, how her heat seemed to draw her deeper inside,how Thalia finally, finally moaned.
Annabeth couldn’t help her smile, wanting to hear it repeatedly.She moved her finger dexterously, curling the digit inside of her and findinga soft, spongy section of her walls, adding a second finger and exploiting itand bullying it with her thrusts. Annabeth used her thumb to brush softly againstThalia’s clit, a sharp contrast to the suddenly intense pace she had set insideof her.
“Gods,” Thalia moaned, shaking on top of her. “Annabeth, don’tstop—gods, oh, shit!”
The walls that encased Annabeth’s fingers tightened and spasmed,and her fingers were so drenched with want that they nearly slipped out. Shedrove them deeper, bringing Thalia even more pleasure as she rode out the wavesof her orgasm. Annabeth released a small, breathy laugh, noticing that her lamphad been destroyed, the cord fried into the socket. Her TV was flashing anarray of broken colors.
“Sorry about your electronics,” Thalia panted whenever she couldmanage words again. Annabeth finally slid out of her, and she made a startledlittle noise that did not sound likeit came from a daughter of Zeus Almighty. “Don’t tell your dad.”
“Don’t talk about my dad right now,” Annabeth advised breathily,pulling Thalia’s hand and pressing it against her sex. “Please?”
Thalia gave a pleased little smirk that was almost too sexy to belegal.
Thalia’s fingers felt just as wonderful as Annabeth had predictedthey would. If it felt this good when she touched Thalia, she understood how shehad ruined her TV and lamp.
Her fingers felt larger than they looked, and once Thalia hadmanaged to enter her with one, Annabeth was sure it was all she needed to sendher over the edge.
“Faster.” It came out as a purr against the skin ofThalia’s freckled skin, but earned Annabeth a pleased groan.“Please.”
Thalia slid down in her body in response. Annabeth was almostupset—she wanted Thalia to be close to her!—but then Thalia’s tongue lapped ather swollen clit, and she lost all of her senses all at once.
With Thalia’s talented finger inside of her, moving faster andcurling in response to her pleased twitches, her tongue ravishing her clit, andher naked body on display for her, Annabeth stumbled into her orgasm, fallingheadfirst and crashing into it.
It felt like a warm buzz, causing her entire body to hum, and shefelt like she was floating…rising, higher and higher, and she never wanted tocome back down. Her hands found Thalia’s hair to anchor her, and she archedinto her mouth, painting Thalia’s lips and chin with her pleasure. It felt moreintense than the first time she had come, and she was thankful that Thalia wasbringing her down easily, gently, stroking her slowly until she came back downto earth.
“Gods, I love you,” Thalia murmured against her, kissing her clitsoftly before she rose back up, taking Annabeth’s face into her strong handsand letting her taste herself on her tongue again. It was intoxicating.
“I love you,” Annabeth panted in response, pulling Thalia down toher and burying her face in the freckled skin of her neck.
“I am sorry about your TV, though,” Thalia remarked, rolling overto lay next to her. She moved them underneath the blankets and pulled Annabethclose. “If you want me to, like, steal you another one, I totally will.”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Not necessary. Just keep doing that for the rest of my life, and we’llcall it even.”
