Sean had quite expected to make Annabeth blush with his bit of gratuitous flirting, but he hadn't quite expected the response that he got.  The surprise, however, was an entirely pleasant one:  it had always been a turn-on whenever women were aggressive, when they confidently made the first move--especially if they were as cute as Beth.   His eyes widened a bit as she reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, and his complexion, already flushed and healthy from the jog, reddened just a bit more.  He could naught but stare, mouth slightly agape, as she stepped closer to him.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he recovered his wits soon enough, and responded easily in kind, settling his own arms around her lower back in order to pull her against him.  He studied her face for a moment, as if memorizing her features, and let go with one hand so as to be able to reach up and slide his fingers through her hair just above her left ear.  By now, they were close enough to each other that all he had to do was crane his head forward a bit, and he would be kissing her.<br/><br/>"Deal," he said, tenderly.  A mischievous twinkle danced in his eye, and he let the hand on her back drop.  Seizing a bit of shorts-covered flesh between thumb and forefinger, he gave her a sharp pinch on her bum.<br/><br/>Before she could protest, however, he hauled her in, locking her in his embrace, and pressed his lips tightly against her own.