[ Like he said, she's so amazing. He stands by it. He's not taking it back. Even with globs of mushed fruit, even while she's still deep in a state of sleepiness.
Without hesitation, he takes her hand in his, letting his thumb gently graze the inside of her palm. He suddenly feels a little bit like his heart might burst, for all of the love that he feels for his wife. Of course, his heart bursting would have no effect on his mortality, but the meaning is still the same. ]
Well, he's not the one with a stomach growling so loudly it could wake the whole village.
[ her hand folds into his so easily, like it belongs there. it does, of course, and even after all this time annabeth isn't tired of simply holding percy's hand. she squeezes his fingers gently, not enough to bar him from the gentle touch to her palm. ]
That's rude too. You didn't hear him burp before. [ it was honestly gross. he gets it from dad. ]
You might have to make it up to me. All that hunger is making it impossible for me to move on my own. [ lift her up, husband. she decides that's exactly what she wants. ]
[ He chides without any bite, eyes crinkled with amusement instead. Not long before he'd left the room to get started on their dinner he had said he would lift her up and bring her into the kitchen himself if he had to.
Looks like she's calling him to make good on that threat.
And he does. He lets go of her hand to straighten, and to effortlessly scoop her up in his arms in one swift movement. ]
But by all means, we can't have you starving and immobile.
[ implications are not questions, and she will be pedantic about it. ]
[ her face breaks into a smile as he lifts her with ease, laughing under her breath and leaning in to briefly kiss him on the cheek. how does she never get tired of being in his arms, in any capacity? ] My hero.
[ well. after that remark, despite her compliments, she has no choice but to let herself go utterly dead-weight in his hold. she's so immobile now, it's terrible. ]
[ Yeah, he notices that immediately. He sees you, Annabeth. He sees you.
It's a good thing that it doesn't faze him, his hold on her steady as ever.
But he chuckles. ]
Well, now it's not just a regular meal — it's an emergency.
[ With no further warning, with Annabeth in his arms, Percy swiftly moves into the kitchen. At least their cozy little home isn't as large as it could be. Neither of them have ever lived like royals, which suits their preferences. ]
[ listen. her husband is very strong and sometimes annabeth likes to take advantage of that fact! she can lift him too, but he is stronger than her, as loathe as she is to admit it. she may as well have fun with it to make up for that. ]
[ she laughs again at his emergency comment. ]
The growls were growing more urgent. Whatever would I do without you?
[ it's teasing, joking, but it's as true as it ever was. ]
Probably waste away in that bed. But oh, you'd be so well rested.
[ He leans in to kiss her real quick, stretching a leg just enough to curl his foot around one of the chair-legs and drag it forward, and then setting her down into it. Perhaps it's a fluid movement because he's a god and objects around them simply seem to know just how to shift around them. Or maybe it's that he knows every nook and cranny and splinter of this house because he and Annabeth had built it themselves once, before the kids were born.
Either way, with Annabeth settled at the table, Percy sets to preparing a meal for her, taking care not to wake their son up because maybe he'd like to share a little quality time with Annabeth — something that is starting to become a rarity.
(Not that he's complaining! He loves his kids dearly.)
Stew and bread (still warm) are split into two bowls and placed on the table. Percy tears at some of his share of the bread and takes the seat across from her because what are proper manners to a god, but he slides one of the bowls her way. ]
[ she lets out a mock groan. ] Don't remind me of rest, especially when someone won't let me have any.
[ naturally that's about when he kisses her, and her mind briefly goes blank enough that it's a surprise when she finds herself bereft of his warmth and gently placed into a chair. ]
[ she sighs again, put upon, but settles in and simply watches him bustle about the kitchen getting her food ready with a soft smile. just as she never gets tired of his arms, annabeth never gets tired of watching him seamlessly move around their house. their house, a thought that continues to fill her with a tremendous amount of pride and love over the fact that it simply exists and its theirs. ]
[ percy sits down across from her, table set, and she immediately shoves a piece of bread in her mouth. she hums eagerly with delight and her stomach thanks her. ]
It'll do for now. [ as if she didn't just vocalize how much she enjoyed it. she stretches her leg out under the table, dropping her ankle besides his, wanting that little bit of contact. ]
[ He shakes his head in mock disappointment for such a toned down lack-of-praise that he'd been seeking.
But if his amused expression is any indication of his true feelings, he actually doesn't care either way. Feeding his wife is his pleasure, especially when he inherently has something of a talent for it. ]
Please. [ despite the amusement on his face, sitting here with him and enjoying his presence makes her feel sappy enough to slather him with those praises. ]
[ she takes another bite of the bread, savoring it even more dramatically. it's not that annabeth can't cook - he helped her learn - but he has much more of a talent for it, and she (perhaps not so) secretly likes the idea of him looking after her that way. ]
You know I love everything you make for me. You spoil me, Percy. [ she pushes her ankle closer to his. it's not playing footsie, but it's not not playing footsie. ]
[ Percy doesn't generally preen in the face of a compliment, at least not so outright, but he does so now, all dopey grins and brightened eyes.
He watches her like he could almost forget about the rest of their dinner just so he can take her back into the bedroom, maybe the guest room where their son isn't, so they could have a moment to themselves alone, taking advantage of the fact that their daughters are currently still out with their uncle and the rest of the house is quiet.
But he stays where he is and swoons instead, like a totally normal god would, feeling the way her ankle slides against his. ]
[ annabeth isn't blind to the way percy starts looking at her. it's a lot of things all at once, because percy feels a lot of things all at once and wears them all on his sleeve. but she would not complain if he followed up on part of what she sees in his gaze, however hungry she is. ]
[ she watches him in return with a smile, perhaps the kind that begins to look like she's planning something, though she continues eating through it. the food is there and the food is good; she's going to quiet her stomach before he mother hens her about it again. ]
[ she gives up the pretense and simply starts sliding her ankle up his leg. ]
[ Percy hums, ending it with a chuckle. He continues to watch her spoon up the stew that he'd made, breaking off bits of her bread and chewing like it's the most beautiful, fascinating thing in the world. And she watches him back, studying his expression like she could see right through to his thoughts.
And given how painfully transparent he's likely being about them, it doesn't take a genius to know what he's thinking either. ]
No. No it isn't all I want.
[ He clears his throat politely, as though that might also clear his expression of the way it suddenly deepens with something that can really only be described as desire. But he remains in his seat, and he doesn't move his leg even if he's tempted to sweep her up into his arms at this very second. ]
[ annabeth knows all the minute differences in the way he looks at her, recognizing easily by now what each little expression might mean. she smirks as she bites into her bread. he is painfully obvious, but it's not like she's looking at him any differently. she wants him, and she's not ashamed of it, but if he's going to play coy, fine. she can be annoying too. ]
Are you thinking dessert? [ she pauses for dramatic effect, still dragging her ankle along his leg. when she reaches his knee, she drops it back to the floor, then switches to her other foot - only this one she teases up the inside of his calf instead. ]
[ Percy sucks in a small breath when Annabeth teases her way up the length of his leg with her foot. Suddenly dinner no longer interests him, and he ignores the rest of his bowl as if it doesn't exist anymore.
His gaze on her is intent, and when her foot makes it up to the point where Percy can lean forward and catch it with a hand from beneath the table, it's to apply a little pressure with his thumb into the arch before he sets it down again. ]
[ got him she thinks briefly, catching the way he breathes in, before she is in turn also got as he grabs her foot. it's not much in the grand scheme, but in combination with the way he looks at her it feels like so much more. she lets her spoon drop idly into the bowl, her soup also abandoned. ]
[ annabeth swallows, trying not to draw in her own sharp breath and mostly thinking about how much she just wants him to keep touching her. she stretches her leg out to rest her foot on his chair, pressing into his thigh with her calf. ]
But if wanting Percy to continue to touch her is her wish, consider it granted. He lets his fingers trail against as much of her leg as he can reach beneath the table, gently grazing up and down against her skin, watching her expression for that shift in intensity.
He isn't sure he wants to remain at this table for much longer. He isn't even sure that he can. ]
[ she breathes out softly as his hand slides over her leg, and her expression darkens, as he probably expected, as she leans into his hand despite herself. she is testing her own patience too here, but she stubbornly refuses to be the first one to get up from the table - she's trying at least. ]
Then tell me what you want.
[ annabeth knows, that was the whole point of all this absurd teasing, but she does want to hear him say it. ]
[ Percy lets his hand drop back to his side, just enough to allow him to straighten again in his seat and lean forwards, as though they were doing nothing more than conducting a meeting over a simple dinner of bread and stew.
He smiles, serene. ]
You, of course.
[ No point in being coy about it any longer, and he certainly doesn't mind being very up front about it either. ]
[ annabeth has to kiss him now. she did this to herself, she knows, but it doesn't stop her from being annoyed about it. percy just looks at her easily, softly, simply stating he wants her, and how is she supposed to resist that? there's one problem: he's too far away. she could lean in across the table, but it's not enough. ]
Okay.
[ she pushes back from the table and comes around to his side of it, putting her hands on his shoulders and nudging his chair back just enough to give her space to climb into his lap. she wraps her arms around his shoulders as she gets comfortable, straddling him on the chair and leaning in to kiss him with a smile on her face. ]
[ Percy lets out a laugh, but it’s only half-hearted if he’s gotta be really honest, like he really would just … you know, have her here in the kitchen if that’s what she’s asked him.
Arms go around her waist to keep her anchored to him, and he sets his legs apart just enough to give her enough purchase to straddle him properly. He lets his lips linger against hers even when she’s done kissing him for that first round, like he doesn’t want to keep any distance from her already. ]
[ gods, she loves his laugh. she loves how easily he gives into her whims, how easily he loves her so wholly. she loves all of him probably far too much. ]
It's conveniently close. We won't have to go far. [ she kisses him again and sinks into his arms around her. she forgets to actually answer him for a few moments, distracted again as she is by kissing her husband, by playing with the hair at the base of his neck. this is what she wanted from the start, and she will not acknowledge that having some food in her is nice too. ]
[ when she finally remembers to speak again, she keeps her forehead against his with that same lack of desire for any distance. ]
I'll have you anywhere, you know that. But it is our kitchen, so unless you have another idea...?
[ and he might, if the way he was looking at her before is any indication, but annabeth is very ready to simply throwdown in the kitchen. ]
Hmm. [ He looks mock-thoughtful for all of two seconds, before shrugging. ] Nope, I don't see any better alternatives than right here and now.
[ Percy's grin is wide and just a little bit wicked as he leans in to kiss her again with a different kind of intensity, the kind that hints at things to come. (Take that for a little double entendre.)
He reaches down to make sure that Annabeth's got her legs wrapped around his waist because in one swift motion (Percy-strength and god-strength combined), he lifts her up onto the kitchen table, sliding the plates and bowls to one side — or wherever, just not in their immediate vicinity — and leans in again to kiss her.
A hand swipes down her side, seeking out the hem of her shirt to pull it from her bottoms. He can only hope that either of them will have the good sense and the vaguest notion of when Cassian and their kids are near so they can quickly pretend they aren't about to sully their own kitchen. But just as Annabeth says: it's their kitchen. They make the rules.
And as he pulls off his own shirt, he knows full well that Annabeth is always right. ]
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Without hesitation, he takes her hand in his, letting his thumb gently graze the inside of her palm. He suddenly feels a little bit like his heart might burst, for all of the love that he feels for his wife. Of course, his heart bursting would have no effect on his mortality, but the meaning is still the same. ]
Well, he's not the one with a stomach growling so loudly it could wake the whole village.
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That's rude too. You didn't hear him burp before. [ it was honestly gross. he gets it from dad. ]
You might have to make it up to me. All that hunger is making it impossible for me to move on my own. [ lift her up, husband. she decides that's exactly what she wants. ]
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Yeah, he totally gets it from his dad. ]
The threat doesn't work if you ask me to do it.
[ He chides without any bite, eyes crinkled with amusement instead. Not long before he'd left the room to get started on their dinner he had said he would lift her up and bring her into the kitchen himself if he had to.
Looks like she's calling him to make good on that threat.
And he does. He lets go of her hand to straighten, and to effortlessly scoop her up in his arms in one swift movement. ]
But by all means, we can't have you starving and immobile.
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[ implications are not questions, and she will be pedantic about it. ]
[ her face breaks into a smile as he lifts her with ease, laughing under her breath and leaning in to briefly kiss him on the cheek. how does she never get tired of being in his arms, in any capacity? ] My hero.
[ well. after that remark, despite her compliments, she has no choice but to let herself go utterly dead-weight in his hold. she's so immobile now, it's terrible. ]
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It's a good thing that it doesn't faze him, his hold on her steady as ever.
But he chuckles. ]
Well, now it's not just a regular meal — it's an emergency.
[ With no further warning, with Annabeth in his arms, Percy swiftly moves into the kitchen. At least their cozy little home isn't as large as it could be. Neither of them have ever lived like royals, which suits their preferences. ]
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[ she laughs again at his emergency comment. ]
The growls were growing more urgent. Whatever would I do without you?
[ it's teasing, joking, but it's as true as it ever was. ]
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[ He leans in to kiss her real quick, stretching a leg just enough to curl his foot around one of the chair-legs and drag it forward, and then setting her down into it. Perhaps it's a fluid movement because he's a god and objects around them simply seem to know just how to shift around them. Or maybe it's that he knows every nook and cranny and splinter of this house because he and Annabeth had built it themselves once, before the kids were born.
Either way, with Annabeth settled at the table, Percy sets to preparing a meal for her, taking care not to wake their son up because maybe he'd like to share a little quality time with Annabeth — something that is starting to become a rarity.
(Not that he's complaining! He loves his kids dearly.)
Stew and bread (still warm) are split into two bowls and placed on the table. Percy tears at some of his share of the bread and takes the seat across from her because what are proper manners to a god, but he slides one of the bowls her way. ]
Hope you like it.
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[ naturally that's about when he kisses her, and her mind briefly goes blank enough that it's a surprise when she finds herself bereft of his warmth and gently placed into a chair. ]
[ she sighs again, put upon, but settles in and simply watches him bustle about the kitchen getting her food ready with a soft smile. just as she never gets tired of his arms, annabeth never gets tired of watching him seamlessly move around their house. their house, a thought that continues to fill her with a tremendous amount of pride and love over the fact that it simply exists and its theirs. ]
[ percy sits down across from her, table set, and she immediately shoves a piece of bread in her mouth. she hums eagerly with delight and her stomach thanks her. ]
It'll do for now. [ as if she didn't just vocalize how much she enjoyed it. she stretches her leg out under the table, dropping her ankle besides his, wanting that little bit of contact. ]
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[ He shakes his head in mock disappointment for such a toned down lack-of-praise that he'd been seeking.
But if his amused expression is any indication of his true feelings, he actually doesn't care either way. Feeding his wife is his pleasure, especially when he inherently has something of a talent for it. ]
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[ she takes another bite of the bread, savoring it even more dramatically. it's not that annabeth can't cook - he helped her learn - but he has much more of a talent for it, and she (perhaps not so) secretly likes the idea of him looking after her that way. ]
You know I love everything you make for me. You spoil me, Percy. [ she pushes her ankle closer to his. it's not playing footsie, but it's not not playing footsie. ]
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He watches her like he could almost forget about the rest of their dinner just so he can take her back into the bedroom, maybe the guest room where their son isn't, so they could have a moment to themselves alone, taking advantage of the fact that their daughters are currently still out with their uncle and the rest of the house is quiet.
But he stays where he is and swoons instead, like a totally normal god would, feeling the way her ankle slides against his. ]
That's all I wanted.
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[ she watches him in return with a smile, perhaps the kind that begins to look like she's planning something, though she continues eating through it. the food is there and the food is good; she's going to quiet her stomach before he mother hens her about it again. ]
[ she gives up the pretense and simply starts sliding her ankle up his leg. ]
That can't be all you wanted.
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And given how painfully transparent he's likely being about them, it doesn't take a genius to know what he's thinking either. ]
No. No it isn't all I want.
[ He clears his throat politely, as though that might also clear his expression of the way it suddenly deepens with something that can really only be described as desire. But he remains in his seat, and he doesn't move his leg even if he's tempted to sweep her up into his arms at this very second. ]
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Are you thinking dessert? [ she pauses for dramatic effect, still dragging her ankle along his leg. when she reaches his knee, she drops it back to the floor, then switches to her other foot - only this one she teases up the inside of his calf instead. ]
You should have made a cake too.
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[ Percy sucks in a small breath when Annabeth teases her way up the length of his leg with her foot. Suddenly dinner no longer interests him, and he ignores the rest of his bowl as if it doesn't exist anymore.
His gaze on her is intent, and when her foot makes it up to the point where Percy can lean forward and catch it with a hand from beneath the table, it's to apply a little pressure with his thumb into the arch before he sets it down again. ]
But I'm not thinking about cake.
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[ annabeth swallows, trying not to draw in her own sharp breath and mostly thinking about how much she just wants him to keep touching her. she stretches her leg out to rest her foot on his chair, pressing into his thigh with her calf. ]
Pie then?
[ they may still be stupid. ]
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But if wanting Percy to continue to touch her is her wish, consider it granted. He lets his fingers trail against as much of her leg as he can reach beneath the table, gently grazing up and down against her skin, watching her expression for that shift in intensity.
He isn't sure he wants to remain at this table for much longer. He isn't even sure that he can. ]
Not pie either.
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Then tell me what you want.
[ annabeth knows, that was the whole point of all this absurd teasing, but she does want to hear him say it. ]
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He smiles, serene. ]
You, of course.
[ No point in being coy about it any longer, and he certainly doesn't mind being very up front about it either. ]
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[ annabeth has to kiss him now. she did this to herself, she knows, but it doesn't stop her from being annoyed about it. percy just looks at her easily, softly, simply stating he wants her, and how is she supposed to resist that? there's one problem: he's too far away. she could lean in across the table, but it's not enough. ]
Okay.
[ she pushes back from the table and comes around to his side of it, putting her hands on his shoulders and nudging his chair back just enough to give her space to climb into his lap. she wraps her arms around his shoulders as she gets comfortable, straddling him on the chair and leaning in to kiss him with a smile on her face. ]
Then have me.
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[ Percy lets out a laugh, but it’s only half-hearted if he’s gotta be really honest, like he really would just … you know, have her here in the kitchen if that’s what she’s asked him.
Arms go around her waist to keep her anchored to him, and he sets his legs apart just enough to give her enough purchase to straddle him properly. He lets his lips linger against hers even when she’s done kissing him for that first round, like he doesn’t want to keep any distance from her already. ]
I mean, if you want to ...
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It's conveniently close. We won't have to go far. [ she kisses him again and sinks into his arms around her. she forgets to actually answer him for a few moments, distracted again as she is by kissing her husband, by playing with the hair at the base of his neck. this is what she wanted from the start, and she will not acknowledge that having some food in her is nice too. ]
[ when she finally remembers to speak again, she keeps her forehead against his with that same lack of desire for any distance. ]
I'll have you anywhere, you know that. But it is our kitchen, so unless you have another idea...?
[ and he might, if the way he was looking at her before is any indication, but annabeth is very ready to simply throwdown in the kitchen. ]
wrapped and ftb bc they be nasssty 🎀
[ Percy's grin is wide and just a little bit wicked as he leans in to kiss her again with a different kind of intensity, the kind that hints at things to come. (Take that for a little double entendre.)
He reaches down to make sure that Annabeth's got her legs wrapped around his waist because in one swift motion (Percy-strength and god-strength combined), he lifts her up onto the kitchen table, sliding the plates and bowls to one side — or wherever, just not in their immediate vicinity — and leans in again to kiss her.
A hand swipes down her side, seeking out the hem of her shirt to pull it from her bottoms. He can only hope that either of them will have the good sense and the vaguest notion of when Cassian and their kids are near so they can quickly pretend they aren't about to sully their own kitchen. But just as Annabeth says: it's their kitchen. They make the rules.
And as he pulls off his own shirt, he knows full well that Annabeth is always right. ]