Hi, if you're still accepting prompts. I'm very curious about how you would write this.
“I plan to get away with murder. I need you to watch my back.”
Percy's had it. He tightens his hold on Annabeth's waist as soon as he sees Apollo and just knows that she's smirking at him. It's been weeks of torture from the both of them, sly comments and not-so-subtle touches, and he is at his breaking point.
"I plan to get away with murder," he says, turning to look at Annabeth. "I need you to watch my back."
She snorts and shakes her head, blonde curls shaking. "Nice try, but that might be beyond even you."
Annabeth is as much to blame as Apollo as, but Apollo is a new element, and he can handle it. Not that Annabeth can't, but—
"You're just mad we won't tell you what we have planned," Annabeth says, eyes flashing with amusement.
"And nothing," Annabeth says. She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek and then whispers in his ear, her fingers trailing down his arm. "But I can promise that you'll like it very much."
Percy swallows. "That's not fair."
Annabeth knows him too well. She knew that the moment she dangled the possibility of Apollo joining them for a night or two, he'd be helpless. And he was, but then a night or two turned into several, which turned into whatever they're doing now.
All Percy knows is that neither of them have touched him properly in weeks. They'll get close, pin him up against walls or to a bed, but then they stop, and it's enough that Percy feels like he's going to explode.
So it's not his fault that he jumps when a warm hand lands dangerously low on his back.
"Hello you two," Apollo purrs. "I've been wondering when the birthday boy would arrive."
Oh. How did he forget his own birthday? The frustration that's been building turns into anticipation centered at Apollo's hand, and he knows his finger are digging a bit too tightly into Annabeth's side.
Annabeth, who just laughs at him. "Figured it out?"
Percy licks his lips. "Yeah," he says, voice coming out faint. "How long do we have to stay here again?"
Hot lips burn the side of his neck for just a second. "As long as we want you to, darling."
// secrets whispered to the stars