A/N: I forgot to post these here until today, and just finished the last one in time for Christmas. Enjoy and happy holidays!

Pairing: Apollo/Athena
Prompt: Waking up hungover after an office party and not remembering what happened - Justicykes
Word Count: 1,799

When Apollo wakes up, all he knows is that his head is absolutely pounding. He decides not to open his eyes, that will only invite in the morning light and make his headache even worse.

He lays perfectly still—even movement makes the headache worse—at least until he feels someone other than himself moving. Headache aside, he opens his eyes and turns his head only for his eyes to be greeted by a wall of orange.

The person beside him snuffles, burying their face into their pillow more, and he realizes he only knows one person with hair that colour. Athena. Why is he in bed with Athena?!

He manages to keep his cool, and slips out of the bed quietly. He's relieved to see that he's wearing his clothes from the night before, but not so relieved when he sees Athena's clothing on the floor on her side of the bed. From what he can see of her shoulders peeking out of the covers, she's at least wearing her bra still, so he really hopes that's a sign they didn't do anything. Maybe she's just not comfortable sleeping in clothing?

He doesn't recognize the room either. He literally has no idea where he is. He grabs his phone from the bedside table and sees that it still has a 40% charge, so he tip-toes out of the room and heads down a hall.

He eventually starts to recognize his surroundings, and the previous night's activities come back to him partially. The office Christmas party. Seems he got too drunk to go home and Phoenix had let him stay in the spare bedroom at the back. But would he have let drunk Athena go into a room with drunk Apollo, or did she somehow sneak her way into the bed with him? He can't see Phoenix allowing the two of them to sleep in the same bed together…

He taps Phoenix's cell number into his phone, hoping that maybe he'll know what happened.

He answers the phone after a few rings, and Apollo can tell right away that he probably doesn't remember much of last night either.

"Nn, yeah?"

"Uh, Mr. Wright?"

"Yeah. Yes. What is it?"

"It's Apollo."

He can hear Phoenix sigh, and someone in the background, a woman's voice, asking what's wrong.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Um, Mr. Wright?"

"Yeah, sorry, Apollo. What's wrong?"

"I was just wondering if you… remembered what happened last night? I woke up in the spare bedroom in the office and well…"

"Athena was with you, wasn't she?"

Apollo blinks. "Wait, how did you know?"

"You were both really drunk last night, Apollo," Phoenix explains. "I couldn't let either of you leave, and especially not Athena since she's not even old enough to drink legally yet. I told you to take the back room. Athena joined you, I guess."

"Mr. Wright," Apollo breathes. "How could you let Athena sleep in the same bed as me?! Her male co-worker?"

"Well, what? You didn't do anything to her, did you? I thought I could trust you of all people not to try anything with her."

Apollo flushes, though no one can see him. "I don't think we did anything, but I can't really remember."

"Are you naked? Do you see any used condoms anywhere? I hope even if you were drunk you'd be smart enough to use protection."

Apollo groans inwardly. Talking to Phoenix about this feels like his dad giving him a sex talk. It's awkward and embarrassing. "I didn't look for anything like that," he mumbles. "And I was dressed."

"You were dressed?"

"Athena… It looks like she's just in her bra and panties," he whispers hastily into the phone.

Phoenix pauses, and again Apollo can hear a voice in the background.

"Nick, I can't sleep with you on the phone."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Mr. Wright, is Ms. Fey with you?" Apollo asks, grinning despite himself.

"None of your business," Phoenix says.

"Hmph."

"Anyway, Apollo. I'm not sure what you want me to do. Why don't you just go wake up Athena and ask her?"

"I can't do that!" he protests.

"You can't do what?"

Apollo swings around to see Athena standing behind him. It takes all his focus not to stare at her. She's clearly not shy, as she hasn't gotten dressed yet. She's standing before him in a black lacy bra and a thong to match. Not even regular panties, a thong. He feels his mouth go dry at the sight of her. She has long athletic legs, a toned stomach, strong looking arms, and those breasts. He's never really considered himself a breast man before, but hers are so perfectly round and perky, and big. They're very big. They almost look fake, but he doesn't think someone as young as Athena would have had breast implants. She's simply lucky. Plus, she has her hair down, and he's never noticed before how long and pretty it looks without her ponytail. He has to consciously tear his eyes away from her.

"Hello? Apollo?"

"Er, I gotta go." He hangs up the phone without another word.

Athena smiles at him. "Close your mouth, Apollo."

"O-Oh, uh, sorry. I just… Why aren't you dressed?"

She shrugs. "I'm more comfortable like this. You're not bothered, are you? It's just like I'm wearing a bikini or something."

He swallows. "A very… skimpy bikini…"

"I can go change?"

"No, I'm not bothered," he says, probably a bit too quickly.

She smiles and walks past him, hips swaying. "I need some coffee. I have such a bad hangover. Do you want some?"

"Uh, yes, please."

He goes and sits down on the couch in the main office to wait for his coffee. Aside from being half naked, she's acting pretty much like normal Athena. He can hear her puttering about in the kitchenette, can hear the boiling and dripping of the coffee pot, and then Athena saunters back out, two cups of coffee in her hands.

She hands one to him and takes a seat beside him, tucking one leg underneath of herself. She sips gently at the coffee, and Apollo can't help staring at her. How her lips wrap around the edge of the cup and her fingers delicately around it. She sighs as the warm coffee perks her up a bit, and she turns to him.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

He looks away, into the darkness of his coffee cup. "Not really... Do you?"

"Mhmmm I remember everything."

"Really? Well, what happened? Why were we sleeping in the same bed?"

She leans forward to set her coffee on the table and sits back again, a smirk playing on her lips. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Apollo groans. "Athena, please. Did we... you know?"

She giggles, and Apollo stiffens when she scoots closer to him, her bare skin coming into contact with his arm. "I'm sort of chilly, Apollo."

"Well, look what you're wearing."

She presses her side against him. "Warm me up."

He swallows and settles his arm around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer to share his warmth. And when he glances down, he realizes he has quite a nice view down her bra. He tears his eyes away, trying to remain a gentleman, and hoping Athena doesn't notice anything different about a particular area of his own body.

"About last night?" he prods. "Why were you half naked in the same bed as me, Athena?"

"You mean you don't remember?" she purrs, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"I don't."

She puts her hand on his thigh. "How can you not remember?"

He swallows. "Athena…"

She grins then, and a giggle bursts out of her. "Don't worry, we didn't do anything. You were even more drunk than me and you were in bed and passed out hours before I crawled in beside you. I only did because I knew I could trust you not to try anything if you woke up at some point, and I just felt safer sleeping in the same room as you over taking the couch in the wide open office, with those big windows and everything."

He breathes a sigh of relief, and Athena laughs again. "Apollo, you are as red as your suit right now."

He frowns as she sits up and pulls the quilt off the back of the couch to wrap around her shoulders. "Well what do you expect?!" he says. "You're sitting there in a bra and very revealing panties, touching me and stuff. How am I supposed to act? Should I pretend I don't find you attractive when you're flaunting everything like that?"

She raises her eyebrows at his outburst. "I didn't really think about it, to be honest. I'm not that shy when it comes to my body. I work out a lot and shower in front of people all the time, though to be honest they are usually other girls." She shrugs. "I guess I'm just comfortable with you, plus I wanted to tease you a bit. But… You find me attractive, huh?"

"W-Well, yes, of course I do."

"Aw, Apollo. You're not too bad yourself, you know."

"Really?"

She snickers. "Yeah, really."

"Oh… Thanks."

She sighs and stands up, the quilt now covering everything up. "I guess I'll go get dressed now. Don't want you getting too flustered now, do we?"

She walks away, and he stands. "Hey, Athena?"

She turns. "Yeah?"

"What… um, what are you doing for Christmas?"

She smiles. "Not much. I might visit Simon, but aside from that, I'll probably be spending it at home by myself."

He rubs the back of his neck. "Do you maybe want to come to my place that night? We can watch some movies, have some drinks… I mean, if you want to. I do make a pretty mean hot chocolate."

She nods, adjusting the quilt around her shoulders, giving him one more blessed glimpse of those toned legs and a bit of her belly. "I'd like that, Apollo."

"Great! Uh… I'll let you go get changed then."

She turns, the quilt fanning out around her, and heads down the hallway to the bedroom where her clothes have been left. He flops back down onto the couch, a little surprised at himself for actually working up the courage to ask her out, on Christmas Day nonetheless.

He's pleased, and though he always tries to remain gentlemanly, he can't help wondering if perhaps Athena may wear the same skimpy underwear to his apartment that night, and sleep in the same bed with him again… Only this time, he doesn't want to be drunk when it happens.