could I request a pipabeth dribbles? can be sfw or not, idm
Privacy was a rarity at camp between the bustling of cabinmates, the noise of the mess hall, and the business of each and every activity. Finding some place to be alone—or be with someone you liked—was difficult to say the least.
That must have been why Piper had invited Annabeth here, behind the curling, flower vines of the strawberry patch.
"Here," Piper plucked a fruit from its vine, offering Annabeth that perfect lopsided smile. "Try one."
Annabeth hesitated. She remembered when she first came to camp as a seven year old and Mr. D had yelled at her for eating the strawberries. Luke had told her not to mind him, but to only eat them when he wasn't around. She'd followed his advice…until he left for Kronos. Strangely enough, she hadn't picked a single strawberry in all the years since.
Annabeth took the fruit in her hand, spinning it slowly between her fingers. She took a bite, eyes on Piper the whole time, comforted in the safety of her gaze. The flavor burst in her mouth just as it had all those years ago—sweet at first, followed by just the right amount of tart. Annabeth could almost smell sunshine and lemonade on the wind in the moments after.
"Can I try?" Piper asked intently, raising her brows. Her eyes flickered down to Annabeth's lips, no doubt contemplating the taste of fruit grown by a god.
"Be my guest," Annabeth gestured towards the plants. "But be careful, I really don't want you getting in trouble with Mr. D."
Piper frowned, glancing over at the pants. Her cheeks grew pink as her gaze flittered back to Annabeth. "That's not what I meant…" she scooted closer to her on the blanket. "But if you want…" closer. "I can…" closer. "Get my own…"
Annabeth's breath hitched as Piper's warm breath fanned the side of her neck. Her own cheeks grew heated as she was unable to help but look down at Piper's lips. She reached out and brushed some of Piper's choppy hair from her face to see her features better, fingertips tracing soft skin. Piper was still, watching her, contemplative and blank at once. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how she seemed to have all the moves up to the point where they mattered. In that moment, Annabeth had to step up to the plate.
Annabeth swallowed, cupping Piper's cheek and bringing her close. She pressed her lips to hers, reveling in the soft gasp that left her parted lips. A few closed-mouth kisses expanded the heat within them, and Piper seemed to have no problem steadily brushing her tongue against Annabeth's. The air around them felt as if it had gone up ten degrees. Everything was too bright, too loud. They were in broad daylight, liable to be caught behind the strawberry plants at any moment. The logical side of Annabeth pushed her to stop this, but…her urges for Piper defied logic. She needed her as much as she needed the air and the food around her. More, even. If only she had a way she could tell her just that.
Just as Piper pulled away, words scrambled into thoughts in Annabeth's brain.
"I, uh," Annabeth managed. "'S it good? The strawberry, if you could…actually taste it."
Piper's soft smile became a bright beam as she laughed, brushing some of Annabeth's hair behind her ear. "It was great…but I wasn't really paying attention to that part. Maybe I could try again?"
It was the first time Annabeth was actually glad someone wasn't fully focused on a task.
