passing one another in the kitchen with gentle touches to the other person’s back for no other reason than they can and maybe they want to reach out and feel the warmth of skin through that thin t shirt

greeting each other with small kisses that they’ll give for their rest of their lives, hands reaching for hands and arms and squeezing as they walk off together

percy’s arm around annabeth’s shoulders and annabeth’s arm around percy’s waist as they stand together

annabeth’s hands at the base of percy’s spine as they stand facing one another, a gentle pressure, dipping underneath his shirt and the waistband of his basketball shorts

hands cupping cheeks to kiss mouths and noses and foreheads, thumbs stroking cheekbones and fingertips brushing into hairlines

percy’s hands in annabeth’s hair, gently untangling the curls as she sits on the floor with her back to the couch he’s lying on, her head bowed over a pile of blueprints

percy’s head in annabeth’s lap as they lie in the park in the sunshine, the gentle brush of her fingers at his temple as he sleeps

annabeth’s hand on the back of percy’s neck as he drives, palm cupping the base of his skull and fingers messing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, her face tilted towards her own window as the breeze and the sunshine soaks her

annabeth sidling up to percy and him lifting his arm for her to fit under without a word; annabeth kissing his cheek before settling against his side

waking up to morning breath and her palm over his mouth as he tries to kiss her, knees between thighs and hips flushed together, laughter pressed into each other’s skin

sitting in each other’s laps and giving each other piggyback rides (especially when one of them is injured - annabeth carries percy bridal style around camp when he twists his ankle during capture the flag one time)

percy’s fingers twirling annabeth’s hair around and around as they lie in bed together, heads on one pillow, darkness and a whole city of noise outside their window, silence in their bedroom but for the quiet exchange of whispers about their future and the universe and what they’re going to name their kids

eating breakfast at the table in their pyjamas, chairs pulled together as annabeth pushes her feet into percy’s lap and he rests one hand on her shins and drinks coffee with the other, quiet content smiles exchanged over mugs and pieces of toast

We are doing this now about everything