Those Three Little Words
"Percy, I swear to the gods, if you don't give me that blueprint right now-"
"Or what?" I laugh, holding the rolled up papers above my head. Annabeth gives up reaching for them and crosses her arms, eyes blazing. I momentarily admire the beauty of her grey eyes against her tan skin before smirking some more and lowering the blueprints only slightly, letting my arm rest a bit.
She raises her hand and drapes her arm over my shoulder, moving in close. Annabeth watches her fingers dance over my chest and along my neck, up to my jaw and stroking my cheek. It takes most of my power now to pull her closer; she's standing so near already, and yet...;
"Give me the blueprints, Percy. Please?" She bats her eyelashes and smiles winningly up at me. Somewhere in the back of my head I hear Grover's voice, warning me against her trick-
Wait. I hear Grover's voice?
Anyhow, I realize my weakness and I straighten up, backing away from her.
"No, I don't think so." I grin, proud of my self-control.