[Something changes in him before she barely starts tugging (she notices right away, she knows him too well, she watches it unfold in his face), and she's content to go with it, let him push her down. It's a little thrilling on some level, compared to his prior hesitance. The hand on his chest moves to his waist, the other weaving through his hair. It's a disaster, worse than usual. She feels oddly proud.]
[Her ears and cheeks go red when he says that, in combination with his smirk, and she half glowers up at him.] Shut up. [Annabeth can romance good. She tilts her head in to return it, then just mutters into the kiss, because she can't help it:] I know.
[And don't mind her, she'll just pull at him a little, because he's too far away. Attractive as the sudden confidence is, like she'd let him keep control without a fight of some kind. Please.]
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[Her ears and cheeks go red when he says that, in combination with his smirk, and she half glowers up at him.] Shut up. [Annabeth can romance good. She tilts her head in to return it, then just mutters into the kiss, because she can't help it:] I know.
[And don't mind her, she'll just pull at him a little, because he's too far away. Attractive as the sudden confidence is, like she'd let him keep control without a fight of some kind. Please.]