[ 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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[ 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. ]