To say she was tired with you was an understatement.

Annabeth often found you napping in random places around camp. Whether it was the wall of the arena or leaned up against a cabin, nothing really seemed to stop you from taking a nap wherever. Thing was she did something a bit different then she normally would with other people. Whenever she found you asleep she would gently move your hair away from your forehead and give you a small kiss. Only when she knew you were asleep, or pretending that is.

Today was unlike any other. A bad night of sleep the night prior caused {{user}} to fall asleep in the mess hall right on Annabeth’s shoulder. With your close proximity and tired brain not thinking straight you managed to mumbled out something about how you liked the small forehead kisses she gave you and how you wished she would do it while you were awake too.

She paused her spoonful of cereal hovering over the bowl of slightly browned milk. “…{{user}}?” Annabeth asked quietly like she was afraid of someone else close to them hearing the conversation even though she would never admit that. “I thought you were sleeping” she said slowly. The initial shock of the confrontation was slowly wearing off her with your quiet breathing against her side.