Annabeth
With the warm blush already dusting Annabeth's cheeks, and the warming buzz thrumming through her veins, she wasn't really sure if there was anything to be embarrassed about at this point. All the same, that blush deepened at his request, the Hunter unable to help one last glance at the trampoline before a smirk made its way to her face.
"Didn't think it would be easy," the cowgirl noted, starting to unbutton her vest and kicking her boots off to some forgotten corner of the room, "But it wouldn't be much fun if it was."
With that, she let the vest slide free from her shoulders, leaving her in a loosely fitting black shirt. Instead of removing that, however, Anne hooked her thumbs into the waist of her hotpants before sliding them down as well, bending forward a little to finish the job before letting them slide down to the floor, first pulling one toned leg free, then the other before stepping away from them. The shirt soon followed suit, the tanned girl taking her time in practically peeling it away, a quick move ensuring that her bra was unclasped as she pulled the shirt free, the bra falling away as well. Her panties were practically an afterthought at this point, falling down tanned, toned legs to be forgotten on the carpet as Annabeth finally closed the distance, wrapping an arm around Gabe's shoulder and a leg around one of his as she pressed up against him. The whole time, her eyes hadn't entirely left his, though her gaze wasn't quite as steady as she might have hoped.