fembuck | Fic: Turnabout is Fair Play (Annabeth/Clarisse, Percy Jackson 2/2)

Title: 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.
Prompt: Annabeth/Clarisse. Biting, dominance struggle ... A fight/argument turns into a game turns into an awkward sense of camaraderie turns into super awkward fumbling sex ... Bonus points if they've both been turned on while fighting in the past and just hid it by being extra nasty-mean... for the

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Turnabout is Fair Play - Part 1

PART II

"You win. I got lucky. You rule, I drool," Annabeth groaned trying to force her body to relax even though all she wanted to do was just arch up into Clarisse's hand again and again until she came. "Please let go of me. I'm not challenging you, I just want to get up," she continued, her voice cracking as she turned her head away from Clarisse, blinking rapidly in an attempt to control the tears she could feel welling up in her eyes as her embarrassment grew to almost unmanagable proportions.

“Are you crying?” Clarisse asked softly.

“No,” Annabeth responded though from the tremulous quality of her voice it was clear that if she wasn’t already crying she was close to it.

Clarisse breathed in deeply as she realized how upset Annabeth actually was and immediately released the grey eyed girl’s hands. She then shifted her weight off of Annabeth and settled down onto the grass, kneeling beside the humiliated blonde.

Annabeth sat up quickly, as if she was afraid that Clarisse would change her mind. She tugged her shirt down so that she looked relatively presentable again, but she was still feeling too shaky to deal with Clarisse’s taunts and she drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them hugging them protectively to her body.

“I’m sorry,” Clarisse said uncomfortably, her eyes focused on the ground as she spoke. “I shouldn’t have touched you.”

“We were fighting,” Annabeth murmured keeping her eyes averted from the warrior despite Clarisse’s gentle tone.

“That’s not what I meant,” Clarisse responded shifting uncomfortably once again.

“I know,” Annabeth breathed out.

“I wouldn’t ... I wouldn’t have, you know, done anything to you,” Clarisse murmured awkwardly. “I was just surprised and I didn’t think. I just pressed the advantage.”

Annabeth made a pained sound in her throat and buried her face in her arms, hiding her face entirely from Clarisse. She really didn’t want to talk about it. She and Clarisse didn’t always get along, but the daughter of Ares had a sense of honour and she hadn’t been worried about Clarisse molesting her. She was just beyond embarrassed by the fact that fighting with the warrior had aroused her enough that Clarisse had noticed, let alone the fact that it had aroused her enough to actually hump the warrior’s hand.

“Its fine,” Annabeth said speaking into her arms though her voice was loud enough she knew Clarisse would hear “Don’t worry about it. And,” Annabeth paused and sucked in a deep breath, “I’m sorry too,” she said quickly trying to burrow even further into her arms. “For getting all ... weird,” she continued not quite being able to force herself to say what she really had been.

“It’s not weird,” Clarisse said gently, reaching out to rest her hand on Annabeth’s shoulder though she quickly removed it when Annabeth’s body tensed. “It’s really normal actually,” she continued awkwardly. “Fighting is foreplay for most of my cabin.”

Hesitantly, Annabeth lifted her head so that her chin was resting on her arms and she could see Clarisse.

“Really?” she asked softly.

“Really,” Clarisse responded nodding. “Maybe our parents are more alike than people think,” she continued allowing a small smile to touch her lips as she glanced over at Annabeth.

Annabeth smiled at little at that but was still too self-conscious to joke back.

“I ...” Clarisse said suddenly, but when Annabeth’s eyes lifted to meet hers again she stopped talking and looked away awkwardly.

“Listen, you don’t have to stay and talk to me,” Annabeth said figuring that it had to be kind of weird for Clarisse sitting there on the ground next to her trying to make her feel better about uncontrollably humping her. “I know you probably want to take off. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tie a boulder to my leg and jump in the pond. You can leave.”

“No, it’s not that,” Clarisse said, her eyebrows furrowing in consternation. “I mean, I didn’t think that ... I was just going to say ... I mean ... did you like it?”

Annabeth blinked slowly. “Excuse me?”

Clarisse blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing red so swiftly that Annabeth blinked in surprise.

“When I touched you,” Clarisse responded, her skin still bright red though to her credit she managed to meet Annabeth’s eyes. “It seemed like you liked it and I was just wondering if you did ... like it,” she went on clumsily.

“Why do you want to know?” Annabeth asked slowly as an idea started to form in her mind.

Clarisse was silent for a long moment and she averted her eyes from Annabeth’s again, her skin still flushed bright red.

“You liked it too, didn’t you?” Annabeth said releasing her legs from the death hold she’d had on them.

She would have thought that at the first opportunity presented to her Clarisse would have taken off to announce to the entire camp that Annabeth Chase was a sexual deviant, but instead Clarisse had stayed and been nice. She had tried to comfort and reassure her, because she knew what Annabeth was feeling because she felt it too.

“That’s why you kept touching me. My reactions excited you,” Annabeth breathed out.

Clarisse kept her head turned but nodded.

At first she had just been planning to use Annabeth’s reaction to her as a way to get one up on the blonde and humiliate a little of her Athenian smugness out of her, but seeing how Annabeth reacted to her touch began to get to her, and the last time she had grinded her palm against Annabeth it had been with the express purpose of getting her to make one of those delicious sounds again.

“I liked it,” Annabeth said a little breathlessly, her heart picking up speed in her chest. “When you touched me,” Annabeth clarified when Clarisse finally looked over at her. “It felt good. Really good. I was embarrassed and wanted you to stop, but at the same time I wanted you to keep going because,” the grey eyed girl paused and bit down on her bottom lip, chewing on it lightly for a moment before she whispered, “it felt really good.”

Clarisse breathed out roughly and looked at Annabeth speculatively.

“Are you still...?” Clarisse asked, her eyes dropping down to Annabeth’s crotch making the meaning of her uncompleted question quite clear.

“Yeah,” Annabeth responded breathily.

Her arousal had cooled after Clarisse had climbed off of her and had waned even more as they talked, but it had spiked up again when she realized that Clarisse had been turned on too, and as she described her reaction to Clarisse’s touches she had been remembering them and it had got her going all over again.

“Me too,” Clarisse rasped sliding closer to Annabeth and tentatively placing her hand on her thigh. “Can I ...?” she continued, letting the question trail off as she rubbed Annabeth’s thigh suggestively.

Annabeth shivered in anticipation. She knew that she should say no. She knew that she should gently remove Clarisse’s hand and say ‘thank you, but no’ before she got up and headed back to camp. She knew these things, but she didn’t feel them. What she felt was hot, and tingly, and wet, and reckless. What she felt was the throbbing between her legs, the aching that Clarisse had so nearly taken care of for her earlier.

“Yeah,” Annabeth nodded and then she reached out for the hand Clarisse had on her thigh and dragged it between her legs putting it right back where it had been before she had asked Clarisse to stop.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Clarisse asked distractedly, breathing in deeply as the heat between Annabeth’s legs seared her palm and made her very aware of the pulsing need between her own legs.

“Yes,” Annabeth breathed out. They were out in the open. They were far enough away from the main part of the camp that nobody was likely to stumble upon them, but they were still out in the open which was risky.

Clarisse started to remove her hand but Annabeth reached out and grasped her wrist, stopping her.

“It’s just ...” Annabeth blushed deeply as Clarisse looked at her questioningly. “I don’t think I can wait,” she finally choked out.

Clarisse’s eyes darkened and hooded and a low, rumbling moan escaped from her throat.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarisse asked tremulously.

Annabeth licked her lips and nodded.

“Lie down,” Clarisse gently instructed.

Annabeth obeyed and when she was lying on the grassy earth the warrior stretched herself out beside Annabeth and propped herself up on one arm. Clarisse then pressed her hand firmly between Annabeth’s legs again and proceeded to rotate the heel of her hand in hard circles.

Annabeth gasped and moaned and her free hand moved to cover the one that was still holding Clarisse’s wrist, and then she used both of her hands to help press Clarisse’s hand against her even harder.

Clarisse’s inner-muscles clenched powerfully as Annabeth held her hand against her and the warrior knew that her panties had just become even damper. Annabeth man-handling her to make it easier for herself to hump Clarisse’s hand was just too hot for words.

Annabeth felt Clarisse moving closer to her and turned her head to meet the warrior’s lips in a heated kiss. She hadn’t thought that anything could feel better than Clarisse’s hand against her, but feeling Clarisse’s tongue in her mouth, stroking her own and sucking on it as the warrior ground her palm against her was indescribable.

“Oh gods,” Clarisse groaned into Annabeth’s mouth minutes later, her hand still working steadily between the grey eyed girls legs, “you’ve soaked through,” Clarisse gasped, stopping the hard grinding of her palm so that she could run her fingers along the covered length of Annabeth’s sex.

The black leggings were too dark for her to see a wet spot, but oh could she feel it.

“Sorry,” Annabeth gasped, not quite sure what to say in response to Clarisse’s words. She knew that she was wet and getting wetter by the second but she was honestly surprised to hear that she’d soaked through two layers.

“Don’t apologize,” Clarisse murmured stroking Annabeth as she spoke. “It’s fucking hot,” she groaned, lowering her lips to Annabeth’s neck to suck and nip at the skin she found there. “You’re turning me on so much,” she breathed out, licking a path up Annabeth’s neck before returning her lips to Annabeth’s.

Annabeth understood the feeling. The things Clarisse was doing between her legs were making her feel amazing, and she had very little control over what her body was doing. She was moaning almost constantly into Clarisse’s mouth and her hips would undulate and lift up into Clarisse’s hand begging for everything the warrior could give her. Her whole world at that moment consisted of Clarisse’s hand, her lips, her tongue, and warmth of her body pressed against her. She was out of her mind with horniness.

“Don’t stop,” Annabeth gasped, desperately reaching out for Clarisse’s hand when she felt it slip from between her legs.

“I’m not,” Clarisse said kissing Annabeth again as she brought her hand to the top of the grey eyed girl’s leggings and then slipped it beneath both that and her panties so her fingers were trailing through damp blonde curls and pressing into velvety, warm flesh.

“Oh,” Annabeth gasped as she felt Clarisse’s fingers on her most intimate flesh.

“Better?” Clarisse asked, stroking along the length of Annbeth’s sex, gathering and spreading her juices.

“Mm,” Annabeth murmured, squirming against Clarisse’s hand, “please.”

The warrior’s fingers found Annabeth’s engorged clit and began to circle. Annabeth cried out loudly, so loudly in fact that Clarisse worried for a moment that someone might’ve heard, but as Annabeth started to whimper and one of her hands moved to her chest and began to squeeze at her own breast and pull at her own nipple, Clarisse thought of nothing but Annabeth and wanted nothing but to see the blonde cum.

“Clarisse,” Annabeth gasped, completely out of her mind with pleasure. “Clarisse, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh ...!”

Annabeth’s eyes squeezed shut and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as her body arched up one last time and her hips began to buck quickly, riding every moment of pleasure out of Clarisse’s fingers as she could.

Annabeth’s eyes snapped open and her body sank down into the grass, little shivers running through her body as her chest rose and fell in rapid pants and her inner-muscles clenched and released as aftershocks traveled through her body.

Slowly, Annabeth turned her head to the side to look up at Clarisse. Her cheeks were flushed and her body still trembled as she met the warrior’s eyes and a large smile spread across Annabeth’s face. She felt great.

“That was,” Clarisse breathed out, her fingers still very lightly stroking Annabeth, “the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I came watching you,” she related breathlessly, her eyelids fluttering in pleasure when Annabeth’s hand fell to cover the one Clarisse hand in her pants so that she could keep Clarisse’s hand where it was for a while longer.

Annabeth closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Clarisse’s hand on her as she took a few moments to try and calm her breathing enough that she could speak. When she felt somewhat settled she drew her hand away from Clarisse’s and began to speak.

“I,” Annabeth began, pausing at the raspy and unfamiliar sound of her voice, “I,” she started again clearing her throat, “was hoping to be able to return the favour,” she continued shivering when Clarisse finally pulled her hand out of Annbeth’s pants.

“You can,” Clarisse said with a smile before she leaned down and pressed her lips to Annabeth’s softly. “I’m already hot for you again,” she practically purred as she played Annabeth’s orgasm through her mind again.

A moment later Clarisse’s body tensed and she turned her head to the side, listening.

“Can you stand?” she asked Annabeth holding out her hand to her and then quickly taking it back and offering the hand that wasn’t slick with Annabeth’s juices to her. “There are people coming, we should get out of here.”

Annabeth accepted the warrior’s hand and allowed Clarisse to help her to her feet. Her breathing had returned to normal, but she was still a bit unsteady on her feet.

“There’s a cave a close by, I found it a few years ago but never told anyone about it. The entrance is really well hidden so nobody else has found it. I like to go there sometimes to be alone. I could show you. I mean we could use it to ...”

“Okay,” Annabeth agreed quickly not needing to be coaxed into going with Clarisse.

Clarisse smiled at her widely in response and Annabeth blushed realizing that her response might have been a tad too quick.

“What I meant was that I’d love to visit your secret cave,” Annabeth said.

Clarisse outright laughed at that and Annabeth blushed more deeply releasing how unintentionally dirty that had sounded...and because it was true.

“Let’s just go,” Annabeth muttered.

“It’s this way,” Clarisse said looking at Annabeth before she tentatively reached out for her hand, her body relaxing a moment later when Annabeth squeezed her hand comfortingly and held onto it tightly.

Clarisse looked over at Annabeth before they began to walk and smiled a sweet, shy smile the likes of which Annabeth had never seen on her face before. Annabeth’s heart clenched powerfully beneath her chest, and as she looked into Clarisse’s eyes she felt her own lips curve up into a beauteous smile as well.

The End

P.S. There is a companion piece to this story Omniscience Sucks by lightbluenym that you should totes check out!

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OMGGAWDILOVEYOU.

Seriously. This was just...kalkjdfajeoofkal ♥ So perfect and in-character. I flirted with the idea of this couple before but after this I can TOTALLY see it as a possibility XD

Loved Annabeth's little dirty joke (LOLWHAT) ~~and loved LOVED the detailed description of Clarisse's musculature just a bit too much /D~~

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Fic: Turnabout is Fair Play (Annabeth/Clarisse, Percy Jackson 2/2)

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