[The response from Percy is instantaneous and probably takes them both a bit by surprise. Annabeth's hand brushes over that place, the small of his back that he has memorised probably for the rest of his life. Not for this reason, though.
Pleasure flares through him, radiating outwards, and a low groan tears itself from his throat. He breaks the kiss as any and all focus completely leaves him panting against her lips, not entirely sure what just happened.] Um. [Gods, he wants her. He's caught between the need to throw himself at her all over again and try to figure out what she did. His hips rock a little involuntarily.] I - um.
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Pleasure flares through him, radiating outwards, and a low groan tears itself from his throat. He breaks the kiss as any and all focus completely leaves him panting against her lips, not entirely sure what just happened.] Um. [Gods, he wants her. He's caught between the need to throw himself at her all over again and try to figure out what she did. His hips rock a little involuntarily.] I - um.