[Oh well, if he's okay with that, so is she. She likes the feeling of his arm holding her tight, and she's shoving herself even closer. Is that even feasible?? Annabeth already feels as flush against him as possible. But with a lack of this since seeing what happened in Rome, she doesn't care.]
[So when his hand slides up her side, there's a small jolt, a small but sharp intake of air, and she's kissing him just as deeply, maybe even a little rougher, needier.]
[Except there's a nagging feeling. A literal feeling, in her foot, because sitting too long at this angle is putting an uncomfortable pressure on it.] Percy. [Okay she kisses him again before anything else, and everything is spoken against his lips.] Wait. One second.
[She really needs to move but she doesn't want to disentangle. One more lingering kiss, then she starts wriggling her leg to stretch it out, and thus her whole body sort of shifts to the side, but her hands are still holding his hair and face.]
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[So when his hand slides up her side, there's a small jolt, a small but sharp intake of air, and she's kissing him just as deeply, maybe even a little rougher, needier.]
[Except there's a nagging feeling. A literal feeling, in her foot, because sitting too long at this angle is putting an uncomfortable pressure on it.] Percy. [Okay she kisses him again before anything else, and everything is spoken against his lips.] Wait. One second.
[She really needs to move but she doesn't want to disentangle. One more lingering kiss, then she starts wriggling her leg to stretch it out, and thus her whole body sort of shifts to the side, but her hands are still holding his hair and face.]