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greenconversesTitle: Between a Rock (and a Hard Place)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Percy/Annabeth
Prompt: Annabeth's chained to rock at sea a la Andromeda from the original Perseus legend. Author's choice as to how she got there and what Percy decides to do from there.
Notes: Full disclosure: I submitted this prompt and I was going to let someone else write it, but then the opening scene popped into my head and I said, "Screw it, I can't let the awesome go." Thus, Annabeth-chained-to-rock-pr0n. Enjoy it on this blizzardy day.
Between a Rock (and a Hard Place)
“Don’t you dare say anything.”
“What?” Percy said from Blackjack’s back as the winged horse circled around the jagged rock, looking for a good place to land. There was barely enough room on the rock for the current occupant, let alone a full-grown pegasus and another demigod. “What makes you think I was going to say anything?”
“I know that shit eating grin of yours. If you say I told you so – ”
“Well, I did tell you not to mess with the Nereids,” Percy replied, unable to stop the grin from crossing his face. He rocked back on Blackjack as he batted his wings, trying to stay level. “They don’t really like to be called coral encrusted water trollops. Or ugly sea hags. Or – ”
“Well, maybe I don’t like seeing those miserable old bags flirting with my boyfriend!” Annabeth snarled, tugging at the chains that held her in place. “You can go back and tell them to keep their briny claws to themselves, and that once I get free from this rock, they’ll be lucky if they – ”
The ocean surrounding the rock surged suddenly, and a large wave crashed onto the surface. Blackjack reared, flying out of the wave’s range; unfortunately, moving was not an option for Annabeth and full force of the water smacked into her, soaking her to the bone.
“Percy!” she howled, spitting water out of her mouth and glaring at him through a mop of wet, blonde curls. “Tell them to knock it off!”
“I told you not to insult them! It's your own fault,” Percy replied playfully, trying his hardest not to laugh. Annabeth noticed his smirk though, and said quite a few things about him and his immortal relatives in Ancient Greek that would make a sailor blush in shame.
Woah, the lady boss is not happy, boss, Blackjack said, circling the rock once more. And I don’t think I’m gonna be able to land here.
“That’s fine,” Percy said, having figured as much. “Just get me as close as you can and I’ll jump off.”
Whaddya going to do to get her back to land? You know your pop won’t let her into the ocean –
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Percy interrupted as the horse moved closer. “Go get some hay at the stables, recharge, and come back in like an hour with Porkiepie. Maybe she’ll have calmed down by then.”
Blackjack snorted. Knowin’ the lady boss, you’re gonna be some deep horseshit for a long time, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Percy sighed in agreement, and swung his leg over Blackjack’s side, careful to avoid his beating wings. He waited until his movement had stabilized, and then he slipped off, landing with a bone jarring jolt on the surface of the rock seven feet below. Thank the gods for invulnerability, otherwise his knees would crying in agony right about now.
“Thanks Blackjack!” Percy shouted, waving to the horse as he soared away, back toward the distant coast of New York state. He turned, walked around to the other side of the rock, and then grinned at Annabeth. “Hey, there. Ready to be rescued, oh fair damsel?”
Percy was lucky Annabeth was chained to said rock, otherwise he was sure she would’ve gutted him and thrown him to the sharks by now. Fortunately for his intestines, she could only rattle her chains threateningly as she tried to lunge at him. The Nereids had done a pretty good job of tying her down – then again, it wasn’t like they didn’t have a history with this whole chaining women to rocks and feeding them to sea monsters sort of thing.
Both of Annabeth’s hands were shackled above her head with Celestial bronze chains, and two chains crisscrossed her stomach, holding her midsection in place. Her legs were shackled as well, but not as tightly as her arms because she had enough reach to try and kick Percy in the ankles as he moved closer.
Her shirt was dirty, torn, and sopping wet, and the red flush of a sunburn was beginning to spread across her cheeks and nose. Her hair was a mess, wet and falling out of its usual ponytail, and she looked for like a survivor of a shipwreck than a proper damsel.
“You even think the word damsel one more time, and I will never speak to you again,” she said, her grey eyes burning. She flipped her hair, trying to get it out of her eyes. “This is all your fault. If your fish friends weren’t so damn sensitive and would just keep their hands to themselves – ”
“Careful,” Percy said, feeling the water beginning to churn angrily around him. “Or you’ll get splashed again.”
“They’ve been doing it to me all day, it’s not like one more round of it will matter,” Annabeth said, glowering at the ocean as if it had personally offended her. Which it kind of had. She jiggled her chains helplessly. “Or they’d come up on the rock to taunt me. Damn sea nymphs, there was a good reason why I didn’t like them before this!”
“You’re lucky it’s not worse than some splashing. Amphitrite was trying to convince my dad to let her turn you into some kind of monster for retribution because she hates my guts and wants me to suffer, blah blah blah, whatever. Your mom went nuts at that though, and threatened war, and you know how well that went over with the rest of them…”
Annabeth sighed in agitation, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the rock.
“All. Your. Fault,” she repeated slowly, knocking her head against the rock with each word. “If I go down in history for causing a new war between the gods because my boyfriend is a chick magnet rather than as the architect of Olympus, I will never ever forgive you.”
Percy grinned. “I’m sure you would eventually. Besides, by the time I’d left, my dad had already decided what he’d do to you, and they’d moved on to bickering about some other family drama that might cause war. Apparently Apollo and Hermes have been seeing the same girl, and they don’t know which one is the father – ”
“Seaweed Brain, I don’t care about the latest developments on All My Olympians, so shut up about that,” Annabeth interrupted, opening her eyes. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that Annabeth looked worried. “What did your dad decide?”
“Well,” Percy said, moving closer to her and propping one hand above her head. “He said that you were to be sacrificed to the greatest and more fearsome of his offspring, and he would get to have his way with you.”
“And?” Annabeth prompted, shifting restlessly against the rock. “Who is this great and fearsome child of Poseidon that I have to look out for?”
“Me, of course.”
Annabeth stared at him uncomprehendingly, and then let out a bark of laughter. “Really, Percy? Fearsome? Your dad said that about you?”
He huffed in annoyance. “All right, he didn’t say that exactly, but I thought it’d build up the suspense a bit. For all the fuss your mom put up about it, you’d certainly think I was something fearsome.”
“I’m sure,” she replied, staring at him expectantly. When he didn’t move from his position, she rattled her chain, trying to draw attention to them. “Hello, Percy? Could you maybe cut these loose sometime today?”
“Who said I wanted to cut you loose yet?” he replied, closing the distance between them. Annabeth’s breath hitched and he could feel the wet material of her shirt dragging against his. He ran a thumb across her jaw line and she shivered. “As the terrible and powerful son of Poseidon, I get to have my way with you, remember?”
“No way,” Annabeth snapped immediately. “You are the one who got me in trouble in the first place, and I am not having sex with you for the next ten years – oh, shit – ”
Annabeth arched as Percy dipped his head and licked up the long line of her throat. She tasted like sweat and saltwater – the perfect combination. His hands dropped to her waist, and began inching her shirt up her stomach, careful to avoid the chains.
“You sure?” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Blackjack won’t be back for a while and we won’t have a lot to do until then…”
He paused his hands inches from her breasts, and waited. The chains rattled as Annabeth shifted, trying to get her body closer to him, and she fell back after few more moments of futile struggling. He could feel the surrender in her, and a shiver went down his own spine.
“Oh – you – Percy Jackson, you are the worst boyfriend ever,” she panted, glaring at him. “You better make this worth all the trouble you've caused.”
“Don’t I always?” he replied with a grin, and bent to kiss her. Despite her earlier protest, she responded to him eagerly, sucking on his bottom lip before worrying it lightly with her teeth. Percy’s knees buckled just a bit, but he regained his control after a moment, settling his hands on her breasts.
Annabeth sighed into his mouth as he kneaded them through her T-shirt, finding her nipples and pinching lightly. Annabeth broke away from him, turning her head to the side and letting out a low, keening moan. The flush on her cheeks and neck now had nothing to do with her sunburn, and her grey eyes glittered with desire.
Percy kissed down the line of her neck, and kept moving south, mouthing at the tops of her breasts but skipping her nipples entirely. She moaned in disappointment. He could hear the chains scraping against the surface of the rock as she tried to draw his attention back to them, but he ignored her, kissing her stomach as he got to his knees in front of her. His erection was straining against his jeans, but he ignored it for the moment, focusing just on her.
Her hips jerked as he began to unbutton her shorts, and he licked the skin just above the lip of her jeans, tracing promising circles with his tongue. He inched her clothing as far down her legs as they would go, and then he paused above her center, his breath fanning the slick, wet flesh.
Annabeth moaned, squirming and trying to curve herself closer to him. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, waiting, waiting…
It had to be killing her, the inability to move and get him to do what she wanted. Usually, if they tried something like this, he was the one tied down during sex. She loved control too much to give it up when it came to her pleasure, and Percy was usually more than happy to let her take the reins. He might put more of a fight over it next time they tried it though because having this much power over someone was absolutely intoxicating.
“You tease,” Annabeth hissed at last, her voice hoarse and needy. “Just – do it already!”
“Patience, Wise Girl,” he said, pressing a kiss just above her curls. She let out a pained moan in response. “Good things come to those who wait, and all that.”
“Don’t give me that,” she replied. “Please, just touch – touch me before I go absolutely insane.”
“Okay,” he said with a shrug, and moved his mouth between her folds. She was wet and blazing hot, and Percy moaned against her flesh the moment her taste hit his tongue. She shuddered under his ministrations, her moans growing louder and needier as he worked.
Percy loved the reactions he could get out of her when he ate her out, the way he could make her senseless and debauched just a few strokes of his tongue. Her hips rocked against his mouth, trying to create more friction, and taking pity on her, he flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, yes,” Annabeth panted, her back arching off the rock. “Yes, harder…”
Percy glanced up at her, and shuddered deeply, his cock pulsing fiercely. She was straining against the chains, her shirt hiked up to the middle of her heaving chest, and her head thrashing back and forth. Her hands were clutching the chains as if they were they lifeline, and damn, if she wasn’t the fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He continued licking with new fervor, wanting to bring her down from her high hard and fast. He latched onto her clit and sucked, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He moved one his hands from her thighs and inserted two fingers. He pumped once, twice, and then twisted –
Annabeth let out a long, satisfied cry, clenching on his fingers, and bucking against him. Percy didn’t let up until her thighs were trembling and she cried out again, much sooner than she had before. He pulled away from her center, and stood, trailing his hands up her quivering sides.
Annabeth panted into the crook of her arm, her hair slicked with sweat, eyes closed and breathing heavy. She opened her eyes and looked at him lazily as his hands settled on her waist, and he planted a leg between hers.
“Maybe…” she said in-between breaths. “Maybe it was a good thing you kept the chains on. I can barely stand after – after that.”
“So,” Percy said, feeling remarkably pleased with himself. “I am still the worst boyfriend ever?”
“Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation. She cracked a small smile at him and shifted slightly so their lower bodies rubbed together. It was Percy’s turn to groan and his eyes fluttered shut briefly. “And you’re still not fearsome in the slightest.”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips. “I guess I’ll just have to keep working then, won’t I?”
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Percy/Annabeth
Prompt: Annabeth's chained to rock at sea a la Andromeda from the original Perseus legend. Author's choice as to how she got there and what Percy decides to do from there.
Notes: Full disclosure: I submitted this prompt and I was going to let someone else write it, but then the opening scene popped into my head and I said, "Screw it, I can't let the awesome go." Thus, Annabeth-chained-to-rock-pr0n. Enjoy it on this blizzardy day.
“Don’t you dare say anything.”
“What?” Percy said from Blackjack’s back as the winged horse circled around the jagged rock, looking for a good place to land. There was barely enough room on the rock for the current occupant, let alone a full-grown pegasus and another demigod. “What makes you think I was going to say anything?”
“I know that shit eating grin of yours. If you say I told you so – ”
“Well, I did tell you not to mess with the Nereids,” Percy replied, unable to stop the grin from crossing his face. He rocked back on Blackjack as he batted his wings, trying to stay level. “They don’t really like to be called coral encrusted water trollops. Or ugly sea hags. Or – ”
“Well, maybe I don’t like seeing those miserable old bags flirting with my boyfriend!” Annabeth snarled, tugging at the chains that held her in place. “You can go back and tell them to keep their briny claws to themselves, and that once I get free from this rock, they’ll be lucky if they – ”
The ocean surrounding the rock surged suddenly, and a large wave crashed onto the surface. Blackjack reared, flying out of the wave’s range; unfortunately, moving was not an option for Annabeth and full force of the water smacked into her, soaking her to the bone.
“Percy!” she howled, spitting water out of her mouth and glaring at him through a mop of wet, blonde curls. “Tell them to knock it off!”
“I told you not to insult them! It's your own fault,” Percy replied playfully, trying his hardest not to laugh. Annabeth noticed his smirk though, and said quite a few things about him and his immortal relatives in Ancient Greek that would make a sailor blush in shame.
Woah, the lady boss is not happy, boss, Blackjack said, circling the rock once more. And I don’t think I’m gonna be able to land here.
“That’s fine,” Percy said, having figured as much. “Just get me as close as you can and I’ll jump off.”
Whaddya going to do to get her back to land? You know your pop won’t let her into the ocean –
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Percy interrupted as the horse moved closer. “Go get some hay at the stables, recharge, and come back in like an hour with Porkiepie. Maybe she’ll have calmed down by then.”
Blackjack snorted. Knowin’ the lady boss, you’re gonna be some deep horseshit for a long time, if you don’t mind me saying so.
Percy sighed in agreement, and swung his leg over Blackjack’s side, careful to avoid his beating wings. He waited until his movement had stabilized, and then he slipped off, landing with a bone jarring jolt on the surface of the rock seven feet below. Thank the gods for invulnerability, otherwise his knees would crying in agony right about now.
“Thanks Blackjack!” Percy shouted, waving to the horse as he soared away, back toward the distant coast of New York state. He turned, walked around to the other side of the rock, and then grinned at Annabeth. “Hey, there. Ready to be rescued, oh fair damsel?”
Percy was lucky Annabeth was chained to said rock, otherwise he was sure she would’ve gutted him and thrown him to the sharks by now. Fortunately for his intestines, she could only rattle her chains threateningly as she tried to lunge at him. The Nereids had done a pretty good job of tying her down – then again, it wasn’t like they didn’t have a history with this whole chaining women to rocks and feeding them to sea monsters sort of thing.
Both of Annabeth’s hands were shackled above her head with Celestial bronze chains, and two chains crisscrossed her stomach, holding her midsection in place. Her legs were shackled as well, but not as tightly as her arms because she had enough reach to try and kick Percy in the ankles as he moved closer.
Her shirt was dirty, torn, and sopping wet, and the red flush of a sunburn was beginning to spread across her cheeks and nose. Her hair was a mess, wet and falling out of its usual ponytail, and she looked for like a survivor of a shipwreck than a proper damsel.
“You even think the word damsel one more time, and I will never speak to you again,” she said, her grey eyes burning. She flipped her hair, trying to get it out of her eyes. “This is all your fault. If your fish friends weren’t so damn sensitive and would just keep their hands to themselves – ”
“Careful,” Percy said, feeling the water beginning to churn angrily around him. “Or you’ll get splashed again.”
“They’ve been doing it to me all day, it’s not like one more round of it will matter,” Annabeth said, glowering at the ocean as if it had personally offended her. Which it kind of had. She jiggled her chains helplessly. “Or they’d come up on the rock to taunt me. Damn sea nymphs, there was a good reason why I didn’t like them before this!”
“You’re lucky it’s not worse than some splashing. Amphitrite was trying to convince my dad to let her turn you into some kind of monster for retribution because she hates my guts and wants me to suffer, blah blah blah, whatever. Your mom went nuts at that though, and threatened war, and you know how well that went over with the rest of them…”
Annabeth sighed in agitation, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the rock.
“All. Your. Fault,” she repeated slowly, knocking her head against the rock with each word. “If I go down in history for causing a new war between the gods because my boyfriend is a chick magnet rather than as the architect of Olympus, I will never ever forgive you.”
Percy grinned. “I’m sure you would eventually. Besides, by the time I’d left, my dad had already decided what he’d do to you, and they’d moved on to bickering about some other family drama that might cause war. Apparently Apollo and Hermes have been seeing the same girl, and they don’t know which one is the father – ”
“Seaweed Brain, I don’t care about the latest developments on All My Olympians, so shut up about that,” Annabeth interrupted, opening her eyes. If he didn’t know any better, he would say that Annabeth looked worried. “What did your dad decide?”
“Well,” Percy said, moving closer to her and propping one hand above her head. “He said that you were to be sacrificed to the greatest and more fearsome of his offspring, and he would get to have his way with you.”
“And?” Annabeth prompted, shifting restlessly against the rock. “Who is this great and fearsome child of Poseidon that I have to look out for?”
“Me, of course.”
Annabeth stared at him uncomprehendingly, and then let out a bark of laughter. “Really, Percy? Fearsome? Your dad said that about you?”
He huffed in annoyance. “All right, he didn’t say that exactly, but I thought it’d build up the suspense a bit. For all the fuss your mom put up about it, you’d certainly think I was something fearsome.”
“I’m sure,” she replied, staring at him expectantly. When he didn’t move from his position, she rattled her chain, trying to draw attention to them. “Hello, Percy? Could you maybe cut these loose sometime today?”
“Who said I wanted to cut you loose yet?” he replied, closing the distance between them. Annabeth’s breath hitched and he could feel the wet material of her shirt dragging against his. He ran a thumb across her jaw line and she shivered. “As the terrible and powerful son of Poseidon, I get to have my way with you, remember?”
“No way,” Annabeth snapped immediately. “You are the one who got me in trouble in the first place, and I am not having sex with you for the next ten years – oh, shit – ”
Annabeth arched as Percy dipped his head and licked up the long line of her throat. She tasted like sweat and saltwater – the perfect combination. His hands dropped to her waist, and began inching her shirt up her stomach, careful to avoid the chains.
“You sure?” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Blackjack won’t be back for a while and we won’t have a lot to do until then…”
He paused his hands inches from her breasts, and waited. The chains rattled as Annabeth shifted, trying to get her body closer to him, and she fell back after few more moments of futile struggling. He could feel the surrender in her, and a shiver went down his own spine.
“Oh – you – Percy Jackson, you are the worst boyfriend ever,” she panted, glaring at him. “You better make this worth all the trouble you've caused.”
“Don’t I always?” he replied with a grin, and bent to kiss her. Despite her earlier protest, she responded to him eagerly, sucking on his bottom lip before worrying it lightly with her teeth. Percy’s knees buckled just a bit, but he regained his control after a moment, settling his hands on her breasts.
Annabeth sighed into his mouth as he kneaded them through her T-shirt, finding her nipples and pinching lightly. Annabeth broke away from him, turning her head to the side and letting out a low, keening moan. The flush on her cheeks and neck now had nothing to do with her sunburn, and her grey eyes glittered with desire.
Percy kissed down the line of her neck, and kept moving south, mouthing at the tops of her breasts but skipping her nipples entirely. She moaned in disappointment. He could hear the chains scraping against the surface of the rock as she tried to draw his attention back to them, but he ignored her, kissing her stomach as he got to his knees in front of her. His erection was straining against his jeans, but he ignored it for the moment, focusing just on her.
Her hips jerked as he began to unbutton her shorts, and he licked the skin just above the lip of her jeans, tracing promising circles with his tongue. He inched her clothing as far down her legs as they would go, and then he paused above her center, his breath fanning the slick, wet flesh.
Annabeth moaned, squirming and trying to curve herself closer to him. He skimmed his hands up her thighs, waiting, waiting…
It had to be killing her, the inability to move and get him to do what she wanted. Usually, if they tried something like this, he was the one tied down during sex. She loved control too much to give it up when it came to her pleasure, and Percy was usually more than happy to let her take the reins. He might put more of a fight over it next time they tried it though because having this much power over someone was absolutely intoxicating.
“You tease,” Annabeth hissed at last, her voice hoarse and needy. “Just – do it already!”
“Patience, Wise Girl,” he said, pressing a kiss just above her curls. She let out a pained moan in response. “Good things come to those who wait, and all that.”
“Don’t give me that,” she replied. “Please, just touch – touch me before I go absolutely insane.”
“Okay,” he said with a shrug, and moved his mouth between her folds. She was wet and blazing hot, and Percy moaned against her flesh the moment her taste hit his tongue. She shuddered under his ministrations, her moans growing louder and needier as he worked.
Percy loved the reactions he could get out of her when he ate her out, the way he could make her senseless and debauched just a few strokes of his tongue. Her hips rocked against his mouth, trying to create more friction, and taking pity on her, he flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, yes,” Annabeth panted, her back arching off the rock. “Yes, harder…”
Percy glanced up at her, and shuddered deeply, his cock pulsing fiercely. She was straining against the chains, her shirt hiked up to the middle of her heaving chest, and her head thrashing back and forth. Her hands were clutching the chains as if they were they lifeline, and damn, if she wasn’t the fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He continued licking with new fervor, wanting to bring her down from her high hard and fast. He latched onto her clit and sucked, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He moved one his hands from her thighs and inserted two fingers. He pumped once, twice, and then twisted –
Annabeth let out a long, satisfied cry, clenching on his fingers, and bucking against him. Percy didn’t let up until her thighs were trembling and she cried out again, much sooner than she had before. He pulled away from her center, and stood, trailing his hands up her quivering sides.
Annabeth panted into the crook of her arm, her hair slicked with sweat, eyes closed and breathing heavy. She opened her eyes and looked at him lazily as his hands settled on her waist, and he planted a leg between hers.
“Maybe…” she said in-between breaths. “Maybe it was a good thing you kept the chains on. I can barely stand after – after that.”
“So,” Percy said, feeling remarkably pleased with himself. “I am still the worst boyfriend ever?”
“Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation. She cracked a small smile at him and shifted slightly so their lower bodies rubbed together. It was Percy’s turn to groan and his eyes fluttered shut briefly. “And you’re still not fearsome in the slightest.”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips. “I guess I’ll just have to keep working then, won’t I?”
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Date: 2009-12-09 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-09 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-09 03:15 am (UTC)Yeah, I keep getting struck with ideas to fill my own prompts, too, which is just. Lol, self, what.
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Date: 2009-12-09 03:43 am (UTC)I tried to stay away from my prompts, I really did, but the plot bunny just attacked as soon as I posted and I was done for.
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Date: 2010-02-02 06:03 am (UTC)percy is so sexy here. sigh.
thanks for sharing this with us :D
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Date: 2010-02-15 10:19 pm (UTC)this was delicious!
Um..
Date: 2010-02-26 04:20 am (UTC)Wow.
You are an amazing writer.
*falls to knees in awe*
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Date: 2010-07-26 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-06 07:33 am (UTC)BUT BB, I JUST LOVE YOU FOR THE TITLE. GREATEST TITLE OF A FIC I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUST -
I love you x