Literature
Those Three Little Words
"Percy, I swear to the gods, if you don't give me that blueprint right now-"
"Or what?" I laugh, holding the rolled up papers above my head. Annabeth gives up reaching for them and crosses her arms, eyes blazing. I momentarily admire the beauty of her grey eyes against her tan skin before smirking some more and lowering the blueprints only slightly, letting my arm rest a bit.
She raises her hand and drapes her arm over my shoulder, moving in close. Annabeth watches her fingers dance over my chest and along my neck, up to my jaw and stroking my cheek. It takes most of my power now to pull her closer; she's standing so near already, and yet..