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fembuckTitle: Turnabout is Fair Play
Author: Janine
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Pairing: Annabeth/Clarisse
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: A sparing match between Annabeth and Clarisse gets out of hand and leads them to a place that neither expected.
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Annabeth dug her knee into Clarisse’s ribs, a toothy, wolfish grin spreading across her lips as Clarisse hissed in pain and bucked underneath her, trying to dislodge her. The daughter of Athena was unimpressed and unmoved by Clarisse’s display however and simply jabbed her knee into Clarisse’s side again and pressed down on her wrists, making sure they stayed firmly in the dirt where she had pinned them.
“I’ve got you,” Annabeth breathed out smugly, her beautiful lips still curved up in a mocking smile. “Give up.”
The daughter of Ares was stronger than Annabeth, but she was a weaker tactician and Annabeth had been able to exploit an opening that most of Clarisse’s other opponents would not have even noticed. After that it was simply a matter of positioning, of leverage, and Annabeth was good at thinking ahead. Once Clarisse had made the mistake, she stood no chance. Annabeth had the warrior pinned solid and there was no way Clarisse would be able to break Annabeth’s hold on her unless Annabeth did something stupid, and Annabeth never did anything stupid.
“I’d die first,” Clarisse shot back.
Clarisse’s cheek hollowed out and Annabeth knew that the other girl was about to hork at her. She remained in place however until she could tell where Clarisse was going to spit and then dodged to the side as much as she could without rolling off of the other girl to avoid getting hit.
“Very mature,” Annabeth murmured condescendingly. “Though, I suppose I shouldn’t be shocked that a child of Ares has absolutely no manners. We all have something of our parents in us after all and your father is a pig.”
Clarisse was completely still for a moment after Annabeth spoke, her eyes burning hatefully into Annabeth’s grey gaze, and then she was in motion, bucking and straining and raging against the pale eyed blonde.
Annabeth gasped in surprise. She had been unprepared for the fury of the attack from below. She knew her words would enrage the warrior. Despite what a dick Ares was, Clarisse loved her father and insulting him was a sure fire way to incense her. Annabeth simply hadn’t counted on Clarisse getting this upset. Clarisse was bucking like a woman possessed and Annabeth was suddenly very worried about being able to keep the other girl down.
Luckily for the daughter of Athena, the passion with which she was struggling began to tire Clarisse and the warrior’s struggles soon became less violent. Annabeth let out a quick sigh of relief as Clarisse began to settle down. If the other girl had kept it up for a minute longer, Annabeth was certain that she would have lost control of her which would have been disastrous considering how pissed Clarisse had been.
Annabeth sighed again, and then pressed down on Clarisse’s wrists to let the other girl know that she still had a firm hold on her. When she and Clarisse had first started to spar she hadn’t intended for the training to turn into a real fight. They had been getting along far better lately, and Annabeth had even begun to think of the other girl as a friend – though she wouldn’t have admitted that out loud had anybody asked. But there was still nobody that could get under her skin quite like Clarisse, and when the sparing and teasing had turned into fighting and smack-talking Annabeth had decided that if they had tussle she was going to win.
Now that she had momentarily subdued Clarisse, she found that she wasn’t quite certain what to do however. If she got off of Clarisse right away she knew that the warrior would come after her. Clarisse was still, but her eyes burned with anger and if Annabeth freed her she would seek blood.
Annabeth trailed her eyes down Clarisse’s body thoughtfully, her agile mind working to find a way out of the situation that wouldn’t lead to more bruises for either of them. However, as her keen grey eyes began to roam over Clarisse’s body, Annabeth found that she was becoming increasingly distracted.
Clarisse didn’t have the type of body that the daughters of Aphrodite coveted and considered to be pretty, but Annabeth had always found Clarisse’s more muscular frame to be rather captivating. Clarisse was finely honed muscle and sinew, she was lithe but well-defined, all of her hard lines and curves coming together perfectly as if sculpted by a master artist. Clarisse’s body was a work of art and Annabeth had always found it beautiful.
Annabeth found her eyes studying Clarisse, no longer strategizing but simply appreciating. Clarisse’s muscles were still slightly tensed though she had stopped struggling and Annabeth was enthralled by the cut, clearly delineated muscles, captivated for a second by the perfection of them. Clarisse’s tank top had ridden up as she struggled leaving a good portion of her stomach exposed and as she watched Annabeth could see the girls abdominal muscles quivering and clenching with every breath she took. There was such power beneath her, and the thought of it made Annabeth shiver with desire.
“Just admit I won,” Annabeth rasped, dragging her eyes back up Clarisse’s body to meet her baleful gaze. She was now very aware of the feel of Clarisse’s body underneath her and she knew that danger lay with her previous line of thought.
She needed to find a way to extract herself from this situation, not wallow in it. She needed to get out of there, not remain seated on top of Clarisse imagining what it would feel like to run her hand up Clarisse’s firm thighs and feel the corded muscle and power. She needed to concentrate on a way out of the clearing, instead of focusing on Clarisse’s heaving breasts and how her nipples were hard and showing clearly through the thin material of her top.
“You got lucky,” Clarisse muttered looking away.
“Lucky?” Annabeth repeated in a scandalized tone, trying to use indignance to replace lust. “I beat you fair and square you pompous asshole!”
Clarisse laughed darkly at that.
“I’m a pompous asshole?” the daughter of Ares asked incredulously. “If I’m pompous there’s not a word in the English language strong enough to describe you. You’re the most arrogant little shit I’ve ever met!”
“I am NOT a little shit,” Annabeth declared.
She moved her leg to jab it into Clarisse’s side again, but Clarisse’s thigh was more arched this time than it had been the first time Annabeth jabbed her and when Annabeth moved to hit her, her crotch dragged across the upper portion of Clarisse’s thigh and over her hip bone and Annabeth found her lips parting at the pleasure of it as a small gasp of surprise fell from her lips.
Annabeth was only distracted by the feeling for a moment but Clarisse took advantage of that moment and reared up again, this time easily dislodging Annabeth who she then quickly mounted. Clarisse then grabbed Annabeth’s hands and yanked them over her head, pressing them into the ground as Annabeth had done with her earlier.
The difference between the two holds was that Clarisse was stronger and her hands bigger and she was able to hold Annabeth’s wrists down with one hand, which left her other hand free. Clarisse moved it to Annabeth’s cheek and dug her fingers in, holding Annabeth’s head in place.
“Not so smug now, are we?” she asked gloatingly, a smile coming to her face when Annabeth’s eyes narrowed threateningly.
Clarisse moved her hand from Annabeth’s face and rested it on her stomach, trying to decide what to do with the blonde next. However, she was distracted from her scheming by the way Annabeth’s stomach quivered under her hand. The daughter of Athena was breathing quickly, far more quickly than Clarisse would have expected given that Annabeth had not been exerting herself and she looked up at Annabeth’s face to try and determine the cause. She didn’t see fear in Annabeth’s eyes like she had expected however. Annabeth’s startlingly pale eyes were anxious and a little desperate as well as angry, but she didn’t seem to be afraid.
The look intrigued Clarisse and she lowered her eyes enough to take in more of Annabeth’s body to see what else she could read from it.
A vein pulsed visibly on the side of Annabeth’s neck, sweat slicked her skin, and her chest rose and fell rapidly in quick shallow movements as if she were trying to catch her breath. However, Clarisse knew that Annabeth couldn’t have been out of breath, so she turned her mind to figuring out what other source there might be for Annabeth’s behaviour other than fear or exhaustion.
Clarisse smiled slowly as an idea came to her and looked back up to meet Annabeth’s eyes.
“I was wrong. You’re not an arrogantly little shit at all, are you?” Clarisse asked wickedly, looking down at Annabeth with a knowing expression that made the daughter of Athena squirm uncomfortably. “You’re a dirty little bitch is what you are,” Clarisse declared, and then she shoved her hand between Annabeth’s thighs and pressed the heel of her hand hard against the thin material of the leggings that covered Annabeth’s crotch.
Annabeth gasped and her hips rose up to meet Clarisse’s hand.
Clarisse smiled widely. She’d been right about the cause of Annabeth’s agitation.
Clarisse watched her hand as she moved it her palm against Annabeth and felt the blonde twitch once more. She lifted her eyes from her hand where and glanced up at the other girls face. Annabeth’s jaw was clenched and her grey eyes burned with anger, but her tight little body was trembling. Behind the anger Clarisse was able to make out a hint of shame in her grey gaze and she knew that Annabeth as quaking with desire.
“You’re really turned on, aren’t you?” Clarisse asked with a touch of wonder in her voice, pressing her hand hard against Annabeth, grinding her palm against the girl as her eyes watched the way Annabeth’s jaw tightened even more and her nostrils flared in anger. What really caught Clarisse’s attention however, was the way Annabeth’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Annabeth remained angrily silent and Clarisse breathed in sharply realizing that Annabeth’s silence was as close to an admission of desire as she was likely to get from the blonde.
Clarisse shifted slightly on top of Annabeth and licked her lips.
“Are you wet?” Clarisse asked a little breathlessly, her eyes skittering down to look at her hand were it lay between Annabeth’s legs again. She couldn’t feel anything but warmth, but two layers lay between them so that didn’t mean much.
“Shut up!” Annabeth hissed violently as humiliation crashed down on her. “Get off of me,” she yelled, bucking her hips in an attempt to dislodge Clarisse.
Annabeth was angry, but trying to dislodge Clarisse that was a tactile error, which she realized too late. Clarisse’s hand still between her legs and all Annabeth’s actions managed to do was shove the warrior’s hand more firmly against her. The feeling was exquisite and despite herself Annabeth let out a small groan as pleasure radiated through her body.
“I don’t think I’m the one who needs to get off,” Clarisse breathed out in a voice that was more awestruck than taunting, though Annabeth was too embarrassed to realize that she wasn’t being teased.
Clarisse moved her hand again, this time more deliberately, trying to stimulate instead of just tease and Annabeth’s back arched and her thighs clamped together trapping Clarisse’s hand between her legs as her body twisted.
