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The truth was, she had known where he was the whole time. Percy was a creature of habit, her creature of habit. While she might have jet away to all corners of the earth, to obscure islands or hidden villages, there was only one place Percy ever tended to go, and that was home. She smelled of recycled air, which had made her perfume fade and her hair go limp at the roots. She was considerably less attractive than she had been on the TV a few nights ago. She looked more human, in both a good and bad way, the flaws seeping through but the life doing just the same. She was impatient, a mood that Annie often found herself in, though she tried to avoid it in this circumstance. She never much liked to show that she cared, as in her experience, those were the things in which people could use against you. She was ferocious when it came to her heart, and she was known on the internet and TV alike for rarely expressing emotion, unless it was to reiterate her marketing and the bratty personality that came with the territory of being the youngest Scott girl. The fact that the driver wasn't moving fast enough, the small streets of this little London community causing her more distress than she would have liked at four in the morning, but she was doing it regardless. Annie had only ever been there once, but she knew exactly which steps creaked and which way to walk along the garden path as the taxi noiselessly disappeared into the shadows of the morning. The door had been left unlocked, whether by accident or on purpose, the young woman had no true idea. The thought crossed her mind more than once that this was a bad idea, that she might wake his mother or the rest of his family, or perhaps they had acquired a less friendly dog for situations such as this. Her small bag was discarded at the door, safely shut inside, and her trademark pumps were left with it. Her bare toes were cold on the tile, as we her hands on the railing up stairs. Her heart thundered in her chest as she mounted them, afraid that he might have changed his mind and had someone else come to warm him after all. Her lithe little frame slipped through the already open crack of his bedroom door, looking down on his sleeping figure as he inhaled and exhaled. The young woman's eyes were wide, dark gaze trying to make out his body in the dark. She had never seen him in such a vulnerable position as this, and it occurred to her that he was vulnerable with her every day. The ghost of his kisses on her forehead and wrists rocked her memory, and for a moment she felt like she might genuinely cry over the pain she had caused, before that nagging part of her brain urged her not to care made Annie pull herself together and swallow it all bet. Though, that side of her didn't entirely win, and she touched the young man gingerly on the shoulder as she got into bed with him, leather leggings and all, swinging her arm over his larger back and revelling in the fact that they must look like a strange pair, with their roles reversed in this way. She nuzzled her face up into his neck, kissing gently, trying to apologize for all that she had ever done. TAGGED: percy de vane MUSIC: nada it's like 3am. NOTES: i had an idea and went with it.

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Two drinks in, Percy was angry. Angry for jetting off and doing the only thing he knew what to do: drink. The anger didn't stop him from ordering more drinks however. Whilst on his fifth pint, the bartender wanted to know his story. The older bloke stood across from him in the bar, handing in a small shot of what Percy gathered to be whiskey. Generally Percy would decline such an offer with a person he was completely unfamiliar with but nothing about this situation deemed wrong to him at this time. The pub  was empty except the two older gentleman hanging in the dark corner of the bar. Percy wasn't sure if they were afraid of the light or preferred the dark when drinking away their regrets or emotions. A few people would stumble in and grab a few pints, never staying around to chat though. It seemed as though Percy had the entirety of the pub to himself. Back in New York City he could never have this peace of mind, the bars were full of know-it-alls and the employees were less than friendly. His home in London was the ideal getaway, out of habit..The large bedroom he acquired as a child laid untouched in his mum's home in Primrose Hill. Despite all of his traveling, the one place that would always feel like home to him would be London. A drunk Percy spilled his heart out to the bartender he was now calling his friend. His words were hard to decipher, most of them stumbling out of his mouth. The raspiness of his voice had increased with the amount of alcohol in his blood. It was almost time to call it quits for the evening, but he felt as though he needed one more pint. Another young man appeared at the bar, directly in the seat next to Percy. His mum had left countless voicemails claiming that she was sending a car later on to retrieve him. Percy huffed loudly when the man grabbed onto his arm, pulling him off the bar stool. With all of his might, he shook him off and stood proudly on his feet. Despite all of the alcohol that had overcome him, Percy's ability to stand and or walk had not disappeared. The bartender was on the other side of him as they walked to the car parked in the quiet alley of the pub. Out front paparazzi had spotted him, wanting a million dollar shot of a poor pathetic Percy. A vibrating sound tore him out of his early daze, calling his attention to the message on his screen. Annie. He swore under his breath when he opened the message, seeing that he had indeed texted her while at the bar. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and sighed deeply. The last time that the pair had spoken, she unintentionally tore his heart out of his chest. It was her idea to watch the reality show that her family had, but clearly she had forgotten her little 'encounter' with the older Woofle boy. All he could see was her fiddling with his belt and the kiss...he knew what a drunk Annie intended to do. His hiding spot was useless, she knew him fairly well. The drive back to his home was short, the only bar that Primrose Hill had was a few miles from the townhouse.  His head was throbbing by this point. His mum hadn't bothered to stay up with him, she wasn't understanding of his obsession of forgetting Annie. The stairs creaked from his quick yet hard steps. The drunken mind couldn't process the idea of quiet. A full sized bed greeted him. It hadn't been made the day before but the only thing on his mind was escaping the throbbing feeling. It was a slight struggle pulling off his shirt but nevertheless he laid shirtless on the bed. Sobering up wasn't difficult for him, the entire ride home the driver fed him crackers and encouraged him to drink the bottle of water. His breathing became deep, and Percy could feel himself falling into a light slumber. A small hand touched his shoulder tenderly, Percy could even feel it in sleep. Her touch was recognizable, and desired to him now. Perfume succumbed his senses, and eventually nuzzled its way to his neck. Another deep sigh betrayed him, before he could feel her on his back. The way that she loved to lay with him. He could only imagine what kind of mess he appeared to be right now. Hair in places it didn't belong and breath reeking of alcohol. Yet he still mumbled a few words to her, "hi, i missed you." A deep voice not he even recognized whispered up to her.   TAGGED: @annie MUSIC: the 1975 & 1d, typical NOTES: i'm glad u have ideas...ur code 2. And i suck. also who finds a sleeping harry styles..ME

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Annie didn't bother to give the sight of him much thought, she cared little about the way his hair stood on end more than it's usual and the very few words he spoke to her. Though, she was relatively relieved that he had greeted her without resistance, the small bit of defeat that she found in his voice did little to make her feel better. Her eyes were wide open in the dark, staring into the skin of his back, trying to remember the path to every freckle and tattoo. This was the man she loved, without a question, and this was how they were behaving. Her finger came out, starting at the middle of his neck and running slowly down the indent between his shoulder blades where his spine should be. She wished more than ever that she could sober him, melt away the tense feeling in his muscles. Her face was wrought with a frown in the dark, one that he couldn't see based on the lack of light and the fact that she still lay in silence behind him. It was difficult for Annie to understand the gravity of what she had done. He always forgave her so easily, for stealing his car, for annoying his mates, for pranking him with useless things and being rude to girls that stared too long at them together in public. Those things, she supposed, were aspects of a feisty personality, one that he secretly enjoyed even if they made things difficult on the day to day. By cheating, there was no way to love that. There was no way to see it as endearing as it could when she was sneering at people over the bar. The Scott girl was possessive, always kept her hand on his leg when they sat in public. As she lay behind him, mulling over it all, her temple throbbed with rage at the thought of Caroline and their stupid interaction. She should have known that Percy had never been like her. He had always been devoted. A sigh left her to match his. She knelt up on the bed, standing in her leather clad legs on the mattress suddenly. Her hair was a dark wash, cascading down her back, flattened evermore on one side as she teetered, placing one leg over his still figure and then the other. As she dropped to her knees, the brunette let her hands push him gently on his back, straddling him before curling into his bare chest. Her hips pressed to his, their stomachs flat together, their torsos lined up with one another. Annie pressed a soft cheek into his shoulder, before turning and kissing along the line of his neck and across his jaw. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He's barely awake for it, or so he seems, but she can't help the way she wants to touch him. She's never said it out loud, never really said it back, but Percy De Vane was the love of her life and she had let him down. Maybe it was her master manipulation skills that made her touchy with him. She knew what he wanted, what made him go soft. Though she wasn't sure if she deserved it, she would try anyway. This time, it wasn't to get away scot-free. Instead, it was to ease his over worked mind and to get him to remember why he loved her in the first place. MUSIC: keeping up w the kardashians. NOTES: srry its short!!

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He welcomed the extra weight onto his back. If meant that she was close to him again, he was willing to accept it. A drunken Percy should have fought back and not allow them to be this close. If he were sober he wouldn't have seemed so pathetic or lost without her. Yet, all he could do was sigh when she found the familiar spot on him. It was quiet for a little while. The only sounds heard were hims breathing deeply and her trailing kisses on his spine. Her close proximity always brought nerves yet a sign of comfort. Despite her betrayal, his body yearned to be this close again. Little nails lightly grazed his back, then allowing their matching fingers to rub soothing circles in his back. His fuzzy mind blocked out the thought of her kissing another man. It was eating away him for all of the night but right now he was free. Part of him couldn't fathom that she was laying on top of him. Her heart beating slowly against his warm skin. The sound echoed through his throbbing head. After her hands caressed his back, he could feel them moving to the tattoos that were visible to her eyes.  It wasn't difficult to fall in love with Annie Scott. She always deemed herself as useless and incompetent when it came to love or feelings but Percy knew her better. Hidden underneath all of her make up and designer clothes was a vulnerable girl. One that deserved to be affectionately given kisses and told that they were loved often. The exact moment of his adoration for her was unknown. Whenever he thought of Annie, he remembered their numerous stolen kisses and her breakdowns in the early morning hours. Her stubborn and feisty personality sold it for him. She thought she was clever with stealing his car and making fun of his mates. All he could do was laugh with her about it. Never would he be mad at such a beautiful girl, inside and out. The way her lips curled when she pouted would permanently be engraved in his mind. He longed to kiss that certain bottom lip of her's for hours. Throughout the scandal of betrayal, Percy couldn't help but wonder if it was him. Had he not tried hard enough to keep her devotion and attention towards him? Did she merely see their relationship as a joke and not reciprocate the deep adoration he felt towards her?  Even through limited light, Percy could see her beauty. Blinking slowly, he caught sight of her leather pants and silent groaned to himself. She did her best to muster all of her strength to get him on to his stomach. He wouldn't ever let her know that he had given himself a slight push from his tired elbows. Now their hips were aligned, her legs wrapped around his entire wast and she had rested her cheek near his heart. A sigh escaped his lips as she started her small trail of kisses again. The haziness of his mind was fogged by his desire of her at this moment. His eyes close as she starts whispering sorry and ending each one with a kiss to a different spot on his chest. "Annie.." he trailed off, letting her finish her attack on his neck and chest. He knows he won't recall most of these moments tomorrow, he can't help but fumble for her waist. Warm hands surround the leather claded legs that he can't stop dreaming about. "Stop apologizing. I'm sick of it. Giving me a headache" The raspy voice croaks out as she kisses under his jaw. A loose shirt hangs around her torso, he can feel the flimsy material. This time his hands slid under her shirt, rubbing the warm skin of her stomach. "Are you actually going to kiss me now?" He whispers before sitting up on his elbows, able to see somewhat of her face in the dark.  MUSIC: bastille  NOTES: sorry this is shit as well..they make me feel all sorts of emotions idk if like it

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Annie couldn't help but smile slightly into his jaw as he declared that she was giving him a headache. There were times that he would surprise her with his bluntness, though it only came in moments as rare as these. The apologies ceased falling from her lips and she just continued to kiss him on his neck, teeth finding his skin and grazing against it gently. Honestly, there was never anything that lacked in their relationship. It had simply always scared her, the thought of being with one person for the rest of her life and finding him so soon. People could say what they wanted about her, and ever since the TV show scandal they could also say whatever they wanted about her relationship. The thought of that, despite her choice to keep her entire life public, made her stomach sick, churning uncomfortably as she looked at him. When she had kissed Nate, it had been for nothing except selfish reasons, to prove that she could have someone else's man when she didn't need to. It was the same with America's Next Top Model. Though thankfully, she and Percy hadn't been on for that, Damian had been nothing but a pawn to make herself feel good. She had known from the first minute on set of Tyra's show that she wasn't model material. That she wasn't a model period. But for Annie, it had always been about who she knew. Percy had always been touchy with her, as she had always been with him. His hands found their way to her legs and it made her hyper aware of where his hands were. In the darkness she could see his face, light eyes peeking at her, straining to look her right in the eye. She gasped a little, his hands cold as they found their way to her warm stomach. There was so little that she could do to deny him, unable to tear herself out of his grasp, not that she ever wanted to. A happy sigh escaped her lips, and as he propped himself up on his elbows, she adjusted herself so that she was sitting atop him, leather clad legs wound about his hips. As he dared her to kiss him, the brunette girl quirked a brow. Her voice was soft in his neck, taunting, her large lips sucking on the skin behind his ear. "I suppose I could if you really wanted to." Her hands wander, over his shoulders and down his arms. They touch his chest and then they wind themselves up into his hair as her lips find his. She wants so badly to make him wait, and even now, in the throws of an argument and in the aftermath of her poor choices, Annie can't help but play her game with him. Her body presses to his, and if he had been wearing his shirt, she would have removed it right then. "Are these breakup kisses or makeup kisses, a girl's gotta know." MUSIC: khloe and lamar season 2. NOTES: EVEN MORE SHORT BUT ITS EARLY.

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Percy had grown accustomed to the urgency of her kisses. Her lips brushed against the growing shadow on his face. Since he had been home he had neglected to contain the growing stubble on his jaw line. She brushed her cheeks against it, kissed under his jaw noticing that she also quit with her apologizing spell. Whenever the pair had gotten in a fight Annie would welcome him back with an infinite amount of kisses. It seemed their entire relationship was built upon their constant need for each other. Their bickers over pointless things would last for hours and usually result in Percy having her back in his arms later that night. Other girls would come around but never had the same hook into him that Annie Scott had attached to him. Jealousy oozed through him when he thought of her with another man. Someone else caressing her cherry stained lips. That's why the Nate situation drove him nearly mad. Relationships had never been his forte, he was positive that Annie could vouch for him on that. Although he was devoted to her, he found himself struggling to show her. With the constant attention of his job and the traveling he was doing, he forgot who's attention he needed to be focusing on. An off and on title followed Percy around wherever he went. Magazines and online tabloids would discuss the recent break up and turn around with a updated article about their rekindled love.  Hearing a gasp come from her lips, made him chuckle. The alcohol in his body was decreasing and the warmness he was feeling was only on his side. The cold hands lightly tugged on her shirt, removing it from her body. His hands slid up her back, brushing  her bare spine and coming in contact with the back of her bra. HIs arms come up around her shoulder, wrapping her tightly in his arms. All he wants his the feel of her chest on his. She's teasing him now. Teasing is not what he wanted right now, he desired her lips pressed to his. "Don't tease me, love. I can't handle it right now." He chokes out when her hips come in contact with his own. Annie's teeth graze the lobe of his right ear and he can't contain his laughter any longer. "Make up. It's the best kind anyhow." Percy's eyes have focused on her face enough to make out her lips in the dark. One of his large hands ends up on her face, removing some hair out of the way. With one swift movement, his lops crush to hers. MUSIC: keeping up with the kardashians NOTES: short so sorry!!!!

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They weren't perfect. Far from it, both on an individual and together basis. For the moment, they lay no claim to each other, and although her urgent attempts to implore to Caroline that he was not her boyfriend, she herself didn't even believe it. Despite whatever official label that their relationship lacked, Annie and Percy both knew that their separation wouldn't last. She was hungry for him in all ways, her body happily pressed to his, her mouth swollen from his stubble. She had spent the majority of her teenage years, wrapped up in Percy De Vane, there were some days when the beginning had faded and she couldn't remember all the exact details of the first time they had kissed and there were others when those same details stuck out clear and sure. Caroline tried, desperately, to shake the foundation on which she stood. Annie refused to let that happen, unapologetic of her anger and rage towards the southern girl and her attempts. The bottom of her stomach falls, his hands stripping her of her shirt. Only hours ago, she'd felt guilty and he angry. Yet here they were, and he was removing her clothing. Some ends of her hair stood on end, volume of her strands increased at the crown. Her cheeks are flushed and she watches as her shirt is cast aside. His hand touches down on the warm skin of her cheek and finally their lips are together. "You're the absolute worst, getting me out of my shirt before I'm even here ten minutes." She breathes out the words happily, her fingers coming to entwine in his belt loops. "Mind you, I'll have you out of those pants in less than fifteen." Her teeth tug on his bottom lip, pressing her torso against him so that they sat, chest to chest. MUSIC: my mom crying over 7 pounds. NOTES: this is a sad movie.

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People always told Percy that he was  fool for falling for a celebrity with Annie's status. She was at the height of her career, she had millions of instagram followers but it didn't stop him. From the moment he laid eyes on the brown eyed beauty Percy knew she was something special. She was younger than him, only by a couple years and sometimes it showed but other times age was merely a number. It was an introduction he wasn't going to forget, especially not the way she batted her eyes at him or licked her lips. Following that night, they were at a same party constantly locking eyes and keep their held gaze for moments. A few of her mates dragged her on the dance floor, Percy couldn't tear his gaze away from the moved her hips and dragging her fingers through her hair. She was begging to be watched, he was giving her the satisfaction she truly deserved. Although he didn't quite remember their first kiss, but their was no denying that no other kiss to after her's very particularly right.  It was following their cycle again. Her shirt hit his floor in zero time, his lips were attacked her exposed neck and headed towards her chest. He could feel her face getting hot as he kissed his way to her lips again, not leaving an inch of her neck uncovered with kisses. "Don't lie, you love it babe." Her nails scratch a comforting pattern into his hair as he continues his attack, finally their lips clash again and his tongue indulging in the cherry taste of her lip gloss. She breaks off the kiss, leaving them both panting and staring at each other. While she ridicules about having him trouser less rather soon. He only smirks at her while he feels her fingers in his belt loops. "I bet they'll be off before then," he cockily retorts back to her. Their chests are touching, they're almost as close as they can physically be. Percy's hands roam down to her hips, rubbing them softly before shifting them so she's underneath him.   MUSIC: kings of leon NOTES: I'm sorry it took so long, but percy & annie

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Staring down at his body with a warm gaze, she allows her hands to roam over the ink in his skin. She remembers a few years prior, when they were both younger and he was less marked with the tattoos he had now. Her hand touched the butterfly just above his stomach, moving gently to his hips to dig her fingers in there. She hadn't realized how much they both had changed between then and this moment, the development of his human canvas just another metaphor for the passing time. His hair was less curly now, a little less shaggy. It was messy in a nice way, and he was beginning to lack boyish qualities, instead maturing into something else. His skin was hot under her finger tips, and she groaned slightly against the way his lips found hers in their urgency. Was it possible to want anyone more than she currently wanted him at this moment? For some reason, she thought that might be impossible. She let out a gasp, then allowed it to turn into a chuckle as he spoke. Of course she loved it. Underneath him was her favorite place to be. "That's not even a challenge." Her tongue brushes along his softly, and she squirms slightly as he flips them. Her legs come up on either side of him, a leather clad leg hooking around his hip and pulling him closer. She's feeling cheeky, her blood hot with the intensity between them. Annie can't help but lift her hips into him, cruel mimicry of what was to come. The brunette watches him with dark eyes, glittering with mischief as her hands busy themselves with the buttons on his jeans. It doesn't take long, her own lips finding his neck as she sucks on it, angry red marks from her teeth forming on the skin before turning white and disappearing. The young woman bites gently into his shoulder, laughing into his skin, nails raking down his back as she lifts her lips to his ear. "You know, I'm usually naked by now." MUSIC: california king bed - rihanna. NOTES: lOVE TEHM.

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Her lips and fingers graze all of the ink painted onto his skin. The ink all meant something different to be him, or so he claimed. Most of them were in his drunken stupor or dares by some of his best mates. Percy loved the feel of her hands on the scattered tattoos, she spent a fair amount of time on them giving them all their desired treatment of appreciation. The butterfly one just above his stomach had her special attention as she lay a few dangerous kisses across it and the skin underneath it. Percy groaned from her actions but continued to let her explore his maturing body. Their lips couldn't stand to be away from each other for long, and met with another spark of urgency. Annie had such an effect on him, lighting a fire throughout his entire body. No woman before her or during their time of absences had every made him feel this way. There wasn't even a true way to describe the feeling she gave him, how was that even possible? How could someone so wrong for him turn out to be the absolute best thing in his life? "We could make it a challenge, if you want. I reckon I'd win," Percy retorts now that she's finally underneath him. Just the way that he preferred. His lips attack her neck and sneak around to her much hidden back, going for the clasp of her bra. Leather clad legs find themselve around his hips, giving them a tug of need against her body. "As much as I fancy you in these fucking tight pants, I need them off." Percy mumbles into her neck as his fingers busy with the button of the torturous pants, ready to pull them from her body. They're nearly ridden of their pants, as she's working on his belt and pants that he refused to take off before bed. She's teasing him now, claiming that she's usually naked by now. Only her panties and a very loose bra exist on her body now. "Cheeky girl tonight aren't we?" Chuckling, Percy's fingers tickle the side of her hip nearest her only article of clothing.  MUSIC: robbers - the 1975 NOTES: they're hot but i suxx

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Annie was currently flushed a deep pink, cheeks kissed with a blush, her skin hot and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. It was a power struggle between them constantly, there was never any true submission or dominance between the two. Their fight only moments ago was long forgotten, and while she had allowed him to place her under him, she couldn't help but enjoy the groan that left him as her mouth explored the lower territory of his stomach. Annie couldn't help but enjoy the reaction, her dark eyes filled with a lust to hear him more. She bit her lip, staring up at him from the pillows as he removed her leather pants, enjoying his struggle almost too much. She feels the clasp of her bra go loose and it hangs there precariously for a moment, barely covering her chest. She is so close to being bare in front of him. Her knees come up, one leg hooking around him so that he could feel just how little separated their lower halves. Staring into his light eyes, her brown ones glittering with mischief, Annie pulled the lace bra from her body, letting it dangle off her fingertips and then on to the floor. "How much do you fancy me now?" She never once pretended that she didn't want him, even from the first day they met, she chased him as much as he chased her. She loved the way his hair smelled and how he awoke slowly in the morning when she tended to awake all at once. Annie appreciated the fact he never forced her into anything, never expected for her to do anything she didn't want. Their relationship wasn't much different from other love. It didn't shatter worlds and there wasn't books written about it. Her face didn't launch a thousand ships and it didn't end wars. But all in all, she was terribly happy when he was around. Especially now that her fingers were toying with the elastic of his underwear. MUSIC: the birdz chirping NOTES: hi i love u

[percy de vane]

Getting tangled up in a girl like Annie was dangerous. Upon dating her, she learned his weaknesses and used them to her advantage. She kissed him with such passion sometime that it scared him. Wasn't he too fucking young to feel this strongly about a girl such as herself? They were supposed to be having fun, exploring other relationships yet they couldn't stand to be away from her each other. Even in the dark Percy could tell the effect they were both giving each other. His breathing was much quicker, just from the brief touching they were lingering in. Those browns eyes were always filled with such mischief, Percy couldn't help but take in the beauty below him. Hair spread out on his pillow, struggling with the jean material disabling their most intimate connection. She giggled as she finally buttoned the now treacherous item of clothing. The waistband of his pant slunk down to his knees, leaving him in only boxer briefs. She either sighed with approval from him or the challenge she had conquered, Percy smirked teasingly at her.  The black lace bra that was loose around her back found its way to her hands. The vixen's voice taunting him with the fabric in her hands. Percy swore deeply under his breath, not sure how much he could contain himself any longer. 'You're such a tease.' He peppered kisses along her exposed chest, trailing to her stomach. A satisfied moan escaped her lips, boosting his ego only slightly. Toxic mostly came to mind when he pictured their relationship. His mum,  mates and others would beg him not to continue such a harm to him. But he couldn't. She was his Annie, and he was infinitely her Percy. One without the other nearly brought the world crashing down. A cheeky grin filled her face as she toyed with last of his clothing. The waistband of the boxer briefs folding, and slowing coming down his leg. "All yours, Ann." He kissed her forehead, tenderly.  MUSIC: one direction, guilty  NOTES: can i be under percy? or nah

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To say that Annie loved attention was far from an understatement. Perhaps her self esteem or lack of it was rooted deeply in issues related to her life constantly being broad casted to the whole world. Maybe it had something to do with her much more successful sister. Maybe it was neither of those things. Regardless, the way Percy looked at her always refuted whatever feelings she had about herself. Laying back across his bedding, her eyes watched him as he took her all in, bare chest perked as his mouth touched down on her skin. As his mouth smirked dangerously low on her flesh, she grabbed the ends of his hair, allowing him to go as far down as he desired, gasping for air with each peppered kiss. Her legs ached to be around him, to be totally and completely connected. "Percy ..." Her voice trailed off, hot and unable to finish whatever sentence she might have started. She wanted to be together, completely. Her eyes fluttered closed at the contact of his lips on her forehead. The gesture was small but tender, meaning more than he might have known. Her hands stopped teasing, pulling down his underwear altogether, looking down between them and allowing her need for him to burn hot. Within seconds of his total nakedness, she had kicked off her panties, eager to join him and unable to wait. She had had her fun, but it was time for what she really wanted. Hooking her leg around him, lifting her hips so that they aligned with his, nothing felt more right in that moment. Her eyes found his, closing as she kissed him full on the mouth, nails digging into his back as she allowed herself to sink down onto him. MUSIC: nada NOTES: well this got secksi.

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It was nearly 4 in the four in the morning and either of them were a tad bit tired. Any sort of alcohol had disappeared from his body and was replaced with his divine desire for her. If she wasn't going to remove his boxer briefs soon he felt like he was going to be severely constricted with the way she was making him feel. Percy watched relationships fade away around him, especially his mum and dad's. He never wanted that sort of life for himself or his sister. When their relationship was constantly falling apart, Percy blamed himself and his lack of commitment to her. Annie had been the only gal, besides another one of his notorious exes, that he had allowed into his personal life. She'd had looked into his family and for once he was opening up to a girl that wasn't his mum or eldest sister The two would lie awake at night just talking about things, slowly getting to know each other. The side that no one else got to preview. Just like tonight, Annie would lie on his back holding onto him for all of her life. While he was still close with his dad, there would always been a feel of resentment towards the way he left his mum. Trusting Annie was the hardest part of their relationship but eventually it got easier. Her heart was a little harder to tug on than him. It's what years of poor self confidence would do to a stunning girl. Whenever he was around Annie he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, or the way she teased him with her hips or cherry red lips. No one should ever have to feel that awful about themselves. Magazines tore her every look apart, she shouldn't have to hear about it. A moan came out of her mouth as she lifted her hips up to meet his clothed ones. "Shhhh..baby. We'll wake up my mum." He chuckled softly whilst kissing her ear. It wasn't long after that when she removed his final article of clothing. The one that giving him the most amount of pain. He lied totally to her disposable now, their most vulnerable states. Both of their hands met at the apex of her legs, removing the panties from her body as well. Her legs pulled them closer together. Hands snaked around his neck, playing with a few curls before he could slowly enter her. Their eyes locked, their breaths locked and suddenly their mouths locked. This was exactly where they needed to be, Percy filling her and her hugging tightly onto him. Completely, and utterly one. He kept a firm pace with her and she strived to meet his thrusts. "Annie..fuck..I love you." He mumbled into her hair as he continued his to kiss her while filling her, in and out.  MUSIC: falling for you - the 1975  NOTES: can i have sex with percy..also sorry that this got long idk what came over me

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Being entwined like this with Percy nearly rendered Annie senseless. He kept a pace that was exhausting, but as her hips and back lifted off the bed to to meet him, she couldn't help but love every inward thrust. The gruelling pace wracked her body, her nails digging into his back and the cries that fell from her full mouth, ignoring his warning about waking his mother. Although it wouldn't be the first time they were too loud for Percy's mother's liking, Annie couldn't help it. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, her breath hot on his ear as she lifted her lips to it, chest heaving as she struggled to speak. "You'll have to cover my mouth if you want me to me quiet." She writhed gently underneath him, filled with him in every sense. With touch and sight and scent, he was part of her. Red marks from long, painted nails bloomed on his back as she clutched to him tightly, her noises breaking the hot air between them. "Perc .. Harder." Even in the moment, she can't help but be commanding. She's been that way her whole life, verging on bratty and unable to stop herself from constantly putting her foot in her mouth. He has her pinned against the pillows and she just wants more, taking and taking all of her until he can't stop. The deliciousness she's currently feeling, the satisfaction of being underneath him is almost too much. She wants to urge him on, opening up to him more and more as she sinks back into his pillows. She hears her name, the swearing, and then those three little words. Words that he has said time and time again but she's never really responded with. A smile crosses her mouth, her head falling back as another moan escapes her. However, this time, it has to slip past her reply. "I love you too." MUSIC: the summer of 19 you + me. NOTES: sobbing