We Didn't Even Break Up [Rewritten] (2022)

Three: GOOD GIRLS

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Percy

"She's dating already?" Percy was fuming, practically seeing red, running around Jason and Piper's living room. "We've been broken up less than two weeks and she's already posting pictures of this—this Ryder guy?!"

"You slept with someone before you guys even broke up."

"Not the point," Percy said, slapping Jason over the head. "Did I mean nothing to her?"

"So... is that a no?"

Percy whipped around, staring down at Jason sitting on the sofa. "What did you ask?"

"Are you going out with us tonight?"

"No, it's too soon for me. Apparently, not for her, but for me it's too soon."

"Sure, thing, buddy. We'll be back late, so don't wait for us."

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Percy made cookies and sat himself down on his bed—the bed that was really Piper and Jason's couch—and turned on the TV.

He never realized just how lonely it would be without her. He had never imagined a future without her. He had no need to. Sure she liked to watch boring things like the History Channel or National Geographic, but she always snuggled up against him, making the pain of the third David Attenborough documentary of the night worth it. She would steal the blanket so he had to use her as his warmth.

He would snake his hand into her pants (for extra warming purposes, of course, nothing nefarious) and make her squirm, feeling her muscles ripple and clench beneath his fingers. It was always fun to watch her try to focus on something mundane when his hands were all that flooded her mind. It was intoxicating. His finger gently rubbing against her lips, slipping a finger against her clit every so often.

"Percy," she'd moan, trying, and failing, to remain concentrated on the telly.

He would feign innocence, and slip a finger inside her. She would turn and kiss him. She would straddle him, bucking her hips against his, grinding against him and teasing him just as he teased her, his finger still neatly burrowed in her.

He would say something like "Fuck, Beth," or something of equally intelligent manor.

And she would moan against his ear, knowing exactly how he would react. He would strain against whatever pants he would be wearing, painfully so, and she would laugh. He would groan and pull her hair so he could kiss and suck on her neck, marking her as his own.

Percy would pull her pants down so he could flip her over and suck on her clit. Circling it with his tongue, and switching between a left to right flicking and an up and down tickling motion. She would hump at his face, grabbing his hair just to bring him closer. His chin would glisten with her juices.

He would tell her how much he loved her. But at some point that seemed to stop. When did it stop being about them and their love, and become more about satisfying needs? Was it ever that? His love never lessened for her, so why would a drunk-him stray? Was it ever love?

The girl he slept with was blonde so maybe he thought it was her.

~insert a line~

Annabeth

Annabeth figured out a better way to fuck Ryder: she just had to be in control. She used her angle of being on top to help him get deeper, filling her up. Satisfy her. Almost as much as Percy did.