Welcome to our Twelve Days Till Christmas Fic! It's set after the Giant War... They're all on the Argo for a party. There will be a different ship/friend-ship each day...
Today's is Caleo!
Disclaimer: We're asked "Do you own PJO?" Our reply is: Yes! ... A little... Maybe... Nooo...
Cider and Sweaters
Calypso had just finished putting the cheesecloth-wrapped cinnamon and allspice into the pot of apples and water when Leo decided it would be a good idea to bang pot lids together.
"Leo," Bang "Why," Crash "Are you," Bang, bang! "Playing with," Bang, crash, bang! "My pot covers?" CRASH!
"Well, sunshine, I was bored," Leo replied smartly from his awkward perch on the floor, into which he had fallen.
"Of course, now let me cover the cider, please," Calypso said, taking a pot lid from Leo who had just stood up.
"So," Leo started, holding the O, "Is it ready yet?"
"No, Leo, it won't be ready for two hours or so," Calypso replied, putting Leo's self-stirring ball into the pot.
"Oh... Calypso, I'm bored," Leo drawled, "Let's go outside,"
"We're on a boat," Calypso replied.
"So? I think it's snowing!" Leo said, pulling an ugly, orange Christmas sweater over his shirt. "Put on a sweater, Calypso, it's cold outside,"
"I'll be fine, I'm not cold," Calypso replied, opening the door of the kitchen so they could take the stairs up.
"Aww, but I have one just for you!" Leo exclaimed, but reluctantly following Calypso out the door. Little did Calypso know, a white, knitted sleeve was sticking out of Leo's tool belt.
Outside, it was pretty much dumping buckets of snow onto the deck of the Argo II, which was unsalted at Leo's request. Upon coming ankle deep in it, however, it began to melt. Calypso was basically shivering with her arms thrown around herself to preserve body heat.
"Well, since you're not cold, lets have a snowball fight!" Leo said, he knew it was harsh, but... She kinda walked right into it.
"O-of course," She replied. Her T-Shirt and jeans were obviously not keeping her warm. They took to opposite sides of the deck.
Wham! A snowball hit the side of Leo's head.
"Hey!" Leo shouted, his snowball already a puddle in his hand, "No head shots!"
"Hay is for horses!" Was Calypso's smart reply as she bent over and shoved a pile of snow up to form a wall.
By the time Leo had constructed a snowball and kept it from melting, he had procured a light dusting of snow across his sweater and pants. The snowball was only not melting because Leo had used items from his tool belt, of course. And with that non-melting snowball, there had to be a snowball catapult and snowball gun too, of course.
He threw his only snowball over the deck of the Argo II and it landed just behind Calypso's snow wall.
"Eek!" She shouted. Leo assumed Calypso was beginning to construct another snowball or two, so he snuck over to her side and crouched just behind her snow wall. When she stood up to take a shot at Leo, he jumped up and shoved the white sweater over her head.
"Mmmpphhh!" Was Calypso's muffled reply, her mouth filling with itchy wool.
"Ha!" Leo pumped his fist. "Got you!"
Calypso struggled to fit her head into the opening, floundering blindly.
Leo watched for a moment, chuckling. Then he took pity on her and helped her put the sweater on correctly.
"You-you," Calypso sputtered. "That was unfair!"
"And funny." Leo grinned, turning around beginning to walk back to his fort.
A snowball hit him in the back.
"Hey!" he turned around to see Calypso smirking. "Now that was-"
Another hit him in the face. This gave Calypso the chance to sneak up on him. Now there was a large wad of snow down his shirt that was melting quickly and freezing even quicker. How uncomfortable.
"Hey... Hey Calypso... I think the cider's ready!" Leo shouted, hoping for Calypso to come back. Unluckily, she did not come running, instead she shouted back at him.
"You have to catch me, Valdez!" Calypso shouted darting out from behind her wall, arms full with snowballs. Leo's head was spared, luckily, but the rest of him... Not so much.
Dodge them, Leo, He thought. Sadly, it was not as easy as it seems. Attempting to run in ankle deep snow while it melted around you was not fun. Luckily, he got to Calypso's side just as her last snowball left her hand.
"How's that sweater workin' for ya?" Leo asked, attempting to lean on her shoulder but failing miserable since they were about the same hight.
"Fine," Calypso retorted, moving out from under Leo's arm, resulting in him falling into the snow.
"How's that snow workin' for ya?" Was Calypso's comeback, biting her lips to hide a smile. Leo simply got up a brushed himself off as if nothing happened.
"Glad your not cold anymore," He replied, pecking her on the cheek. Calypso brushed her fingers against his jawline and turned his head to kiss him, right on the lips. A real kiss.
"That didn't happen," Calypso said as she pulled away, as they always did. It kind of became a ritual for them.
"Of course it didn't," Leo replied, taking her hand and walking down the stairs to taste some of that cider.
This is my second Author's Note! Yay!
(MP never writes author's notes independently, and then I steal her spotlight and add something in, like I am doing now! Yay for great friendship!)
Review because all da ladies love Leo.
And I suppose all the fanboys too...
If any fanboys are reading this, PM us or something, because I just want to know...
Are you out there? 0_0 DUN DUN DUUUUUN!
Yah know MP, that sounded really stalker-ish... We may have to work on this... (Menacingly smacks palms with a ruler)... YOU PEOPLE SAW NOTHING!