It was early in the morning. Too early. He hated waking up at five in the morning, but if that's what she wanted, that's what he did. He would do anything for her.
Yawning, he pulled the keys off his belt and opened the back door. The smell of cinnamon almost knocked him off his feet as he walked into his office. He plopped down into his chair at his desk, and looked out the huge window to his right. It was big, with no seams to obscure the clarity. He was squinting through the morning sun at the girl he loves.
She was in jean capris, like she was almost every day, on her knees in her garden. He had built their shop around her garden, keeping the view of the morning sun clear. She wanted it that way. She liked having her garden facing the direction of the sunrise. And he had happily obliged.
And he had created this window to watch her. He loved to see her planting flowers or picking vegetables, her cheeks streaked with dirt and her forehead beaded with sweat and her capris grass stained. She sure looked hot when she was dirty. Almost as if she could feel his eyes on her, she turned.
She smiled, and it was brighter than the sun that was rising. She got up, wiped her hands on a light blue cloth she kept tucked in her back pocket and walked towards the window. She came in through the door beside it, specially made just for her. He spun his chair to face her as she walked in.
"Hey," he said, opening his arms. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Hey," she whispered as she kissed his lips, the taste of fresh oranges tingling his taste buds.
"You look sleepy," she said, cupping his face in her hands. She smelled like fresh grass and dirt. Her hair was up in a high pony tail.
"Not anymore," he smiled, pulling her closer. She chuckled. "You know, maybe we should close early today and, uh, go home," he said, twirling his fingers in her hair, grabbing her scrunchi and slipping it off. Her hair fell lusciously around her shoulder and framing her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. She smiled slyly.
"We can't let down the customers," she said, tapping his nose with her finger.
"So you remind me every morning," he said. He pulled her into another kiss that somehow ended up with Calypso on her back on his desk.
"Leo…" she scolded softly.
"Stop teasing me, Caly," he smiled.
"I don't tease," she said, as her hand slacked onto her shoulder, pulling down the strap of her tank top.
"Sure you don't…" he said, as he leaned in to kiss her again, their chests touching, their hearts beating together. Papers fluttered and pencils fell onto the floor as he climbed onto the desk to get to her better. He could feel her smile against his lips.
"Mr. Webber is here," a voice said. They both yelped and rolled. Leo fell hard on his back as Calypso landed on top of him. The voice laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I startle you guys?" They got up, Calypso blushing red and fixing her shirt that was almost completely off and Leo feeling oddly hot as he buttoned up his shirt again.
"Does the term "knock before entering" mean anything to you, Jason?" Leo said sarcastically. Jason chuckled.
"I'll be tending to the garden," Calypso said, clearing her throat and walking back out into the garden, but not without casting Leo another overwhelming look of lust. Leo tried to keep his cool, but Jason knew him well enough to see it clearly.
"And the A in Garage is out on the sign," he added, with a smirk.
"I'll, uh, fix it," he said, as he walked outside. He walked by Festus who squeaked and creaked at him.
"Yeah, I know. A is out, on my way," he said as he grabbed a latter and walked outside. He looked up at the sign. In the parking lot, several demigods and good monsters walked in and out, especially Tyson and his siblings from the Hephaestus cabin. Some demigods were being attacked by their own creations, while others chased after theirs'. Yep, just another normal day at Leo and Calypso's Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters: Cider and Stew.
