[ Oh no, Percy Jackson absolutely does not mind it any time Annabeth feels like leaning in to kiss him. It still has a way of sending all kinds of silly feelings churning in his chest, but like in the best ways possible. All those songs about butterflies in stomachs, and rainbows in skies, and a lightness in the air? He never believed any of that to actually be a thing until he started going out with Annabeth.
He can feel the slight curve in her mouth against his and he deepens the kiss a little, pulling her closer, as though to reiterate how great an idea this is, how effective it is at fully bringing him back from those visions and just about ... well, anything else.
Yeah, it's super dopey and he wouldn't admit this aloud to a single soul, but Annabeth has a way of capturing his attention in full and he happily embraces it. Even his penchant to fill the quiet with a bunch of dumb jokes is silenced. ]
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He can feel the slight curve in her mouth against his and he deepens the kiss a little, pulling her closer, as though to reiterate how great an idea this is, how effective it is at fully bringing him back from those visions and just about ... well, anything else.
Yeah, it's super dopey and he wouldn't admit this aloud to a single soul, but Annabeth has a way of capturing his attention in full and he happily embraces it. Even his penchant to fill the quiet with a bunch of dumb jokes is silenced. ]