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mentions of sex, but no smut
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"I-I'M NOT D- DRUNK."
Hastily slapping Percy's outreached hands away, Annabeth stumbled into the apartment, high heels in hand, curls cascading down her face from her undone ponytail.
"Thanks, Piper" Percy gave the girl an apologetic smile as she nodded, making sure she got back in her Uber before going back inside the house.
Carelessly throwing her purse and shoes aside, Annabeth flopped down on the living-room couch face-up, and let out a loud sigh.
"Right, totally not drunk" Percy chuckled under his breath, picking up her strewn items and returning them to their usual location, before approaching his girlfriend, who had somehow ended up on the floor, and was now rolling around in the freshly vacuumed rug.
Percy couldn't help but smile at the sight of Annabeth in front of him. It was rare see her like this; completely relaxed, carefree, and giggling an unusual amount. Despite her intoxicated state, with her flushed cheeks and hair flowing all around her head on the floor, she truly looked like a goddess surrounded in a golden halo.
Percy's thoughts were interrupted as Annabeth finally noticed his presence, letting out a squeal.
"Percy!" She immediately sat up, pulling him down for an embrace, tight enough to knock the air out of Percy's lungs for a good five seconds. "I misssed you." She mumbled into his shoulder, loosening her grip slightly.
He laughed, pulling back "I missed you too, Beth."
Her eyes sparkled at the nickname, a lazy smile on her face. "I-I like it when you c-all me that."
"Yeah?" Percy raised an eyebrow; Annabeth was never really one for nicknames, (except for when she was calling him a million different ones), so it surprised him to witness her sheer enjoyment of the simple name.
"Yeah." She murmured sleepily, letting out a yawn.
"Ok, well, Beth, I think it's time for us to go to bed." Percy cooed, reaching for her to pick her up.
She let out another enthused equal. "Ooh, yesss, time to ha' some fu-n with my boyfrriend!"
Percy chuckled at her slurred speech, and again at her failed attempt to wiggle her eyebrows seductively.
"Annabeth, you can't even talk properly. Come on, let's go."
She gasped, putting a sudden hand on his arm. "I have an idea! We should do it right now!"
The look of confusion and concern on Percy's face was replaced with one of amusement as she started to reach for the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it off before getting it stuck on her head.
Chuckling, Percy pulled her shirt back down, making her huff in frustration.
"Come oon, please? Take you pantss offf, and you can do me r-right herre." Before Annabeth could lunge for his clothes, Percy scooped her up, eliciting a surprised yelp from her, as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You know, as romantic as that sounds, I think you're a bit too drunk for that."
"I-I'm not drrunk, y-you arre" Annabeth argued, her brows furrowed, and Percy surrendered.
"Right, I'm too drunk for that." Percy carried her upstairs, getting to the bedroom only to realize that she had already dozed off in his arms.
Gently prying her arms from his neck, he ducked away from her embrace, settling her down on the pillowcase.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a smile lingering on his lips.
