Percy suggests they go back to his cabin

Annabeth studied his face and then closed her eyes, finding her composure and then relaxed. The pink tint on her cheeks remained, but she opened her eyes; she beamed at Percy with a confident smile. “That’s a good idea, Jackson.”

They both stumbled into his cabin, removing pieces of clothing as they awkwardly kissed each other between pauses. Percy’s heart was racing, and so was Annabeth’s. Neither one of them had ever dared to do such a thing at camp or anywhere else.

Percy fell on his bed, butt first, and then was straddled by Annabeth. Both of them weren’t exactly familiar with the customs of sex, so when it melted to this point of the interaction, they both stared at each other’s pink faces and dumbfounded.

Percy’s heart pounded against his chest as he stared at his girlfriend. Beautiful and fit, warm and cutely confused. He gripped the sheets of his bed and looked down where their underwear met—his boxers against her panties. A lump the size of an acorn formed in his throat, and his eyes trailed around the room until Annabeth placed her hand against his chest.

“Focus on me, Percy.” She told him. Her voice was low like she was sneaking but lusty, like she was trying to seduce him.

“It’s hard not to,” Percy admitted.

“You’re hard in general.” She replied.

He blinked and looked down again. His cock throbbed against her camel toe. She began to subtly grind herself in his lap and bite her lower lip.

“I’m not sure if we should do this,” Annabeth sighed. “But I couldn’t imagine walking out of here without feeling you inside me.”

“I want to feel you too,” Percy rode his hands up her sides. Her skin was tight and hot to the touch, welcoming his hands as they paused near her breasts. “How should we do it?”