A/N: the last chapter in Ogygia :')

please enjoy a lot of fluffy goodness, but know that all the good stuff is coming after this. Once they're out in the real world is when all the fun starts! Mwahahaha! Enjoy!

Calypso didn't use to sleep in late. Like ever. She used to wake up with the first drop of sunlight. She used to hate lazing about in bed all day. She used to love working in her garden early in the morning and listening to the sweet music of the songbirds as they woke.

Lately though, she kept waking up late. And when she woke, she would close her eyes and snuggle back into bed, trying to cling to a few more precious moments of sleep. She would not mind it one bit if she could stay in bed all day drifting in and out of her dreams.

Of course, this might all have a lot to do with a certain curly haired Latino that had a tendency to snuggle up to her in her sleep. It might have a bit to do with the fact that he was always so warm and she couldn't quite stomach the rush of cold that shocked her every time she got out of bed. She never realized how cold mornings were before. And the days when half-asleep Leo would pout and stubbornly refuse to let her leave his arms were nearly impossible for her.

And on this particular morning, Calypso realized why she kept sleeping in so late. For the first time since she set foot on Ogygia, Calypso felt happy. It was a strange feeling, happiness. She had almost forgotten entirely what it felt like.

She turned to the sleeping boy at her side and poked him in the cheek, "Leo! Leo, wake up!"

"Hmplerffff…" He rolled over.

"Leoooooo," she poked his back, "wake up! Come on you lazy Hot Head!"

"Whaddoyawant?" came his garbled response.

She rolled her eyes and moved to more aggressive maneuvers, "I said," she slammed her pillow down on his head, "wake up!"

"Whyyyyy?!" he whined as he ripped the pillow from her hands and sat up, "Is the violence really necessary?"

"Only when you refuse to wake up," she giggled.

He ran a hand through his face and looked sideways at her, "You're chipper this morning." He deadpanned.

"Well of course! Why wouldn't I be? It's a beautiful day outside, we both got a good night's rest, and we're almost done rebuilding Festus!" She resumed poking his back, "Now stop being lazy and get up!"

He growled in the back of his throat, "I'm warning you, Sunshine. You cut that happy stuff out. It's too early."

"What happy stuff?" she teased as she stuck her smiling face in front of him and poked his cheek.

"Mira mujer, si te tengo que decir una vez mas…" he mumbled as he held her hands down.

"You know I don't understand your Spanish," Leo had remembered that he spoke Spanish about a week ago, and as of late the language was slipping out more and more frequently. He said it was probably since he kept having dreams of his youth when he mostly spoke Spanish, but Calypso secretly thought that he was doing it just to annoy her. Or maybe he realized just how attractive the language sounded on him and he wanted to torture her. Both were equally possible.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm going back to sleep," he lay back down and covered his face with his pillow.

She huffed, ripped the pillow from his face and slammed it into his stomach, "I said WAKE UP!"

He groaned, "Fine! I'm up, I'm up! Dios mio, now stop beating me, woman!"

She whooped and jumped off the bed, "Well good morning to you too, Mr. Valdez."

He groggily stood up and embraced her, "Good morning, Sunshine." He planted a peck on the edge of her mouth and proceeded to go about getting ready for the day. Calypso smiled and did the same, moving on to prepare their breakfast soon after.

Ever since Leo's screams had woken her in the middle of the night about a month back, her and Leo had gotten closer than ever. After Leo opened up to her and she helped him work through his demons, the floodgates opened. The next night, Leo had woken her up to tell her of his most recent nightmare and they fell asleep speaking about everything and nothing at all. Every night after that, either Leo's screams would wake her and she would go to him, or he would come to her. Eventually, they realized they both slept better next to each other.

Leo's memories were leaking through at a faster rate every night, and Calypso was beyond thrilled that he trusted her enough to discuss them with her. She knew more about Leo than she had before, there was an entire side to Leo that he'd never told her about the first time he was on her island, and she loved learning more and more about him.

Not all the memories he shared were happy ones, but some were. He told her of his past growing up with his mother and how happy he had been. Sometimes he would tell her of the various foster homes he lived in, of how cruel they were. Calypso had on occasions shed angry tears when he told her of how he was mistreated, of how he'd run away so many times because he couldn't endure the homes anymore.

And through it all, their relationship had blossomed. As Leo opened up to Calypso, so did Calypso open up to him. Sometimes she would share tidbits of her past that even the gods weren't familiar with: of how it felt growing up as a daughter of Atlas, of her mother whose fate she would never know, of her siblings who were mostly killed off by the gods, of how it felt to see so many people leave her behind.

Leo turned out to be a great listener, and Calypso was able to get things off her chest that she had carried with her for millennia. He always had a quick joke or smart remark at the tip of his tongue to cheer her up, and she was beyond grateful for each of them. Soon, Leo knew everything about her and although Leo's memories were still not back, she felt that she knew him in a way that no one else had before.

The Leo that stood before her now was matured, and though he still had many demons haunting him, she was proud of how he struggled with them and fought every day. She was more in love with him than she ever thought was possible. Of course, the "I love you's" hadn't come quite yet, but for now she was content with it all. Leo had slowly begun to show his affection for her, and every time he would hold her or kiss her she felt like she was flying. Perhaps after Leo got his memories back she would broach the subject with him, after all, how could he understand his feelings for her if there was still so much of his memories missing?

"I think today might be the day, Sunshine."

It was nearing twilight, and Calypso and Leo were working side by side on a recently assembled Festus, who was gleaming brightly under the setting island sun.

"Are you sure? Already?" she took a step back and inspected their handiwork, amazed to see just how much work they had gotten done.

"Yeah, I just have to connect a few more wires and give him one last system's check and he should be ready to fly by tomorrow."

Creak, creak. Creeeeeeeeeak, apparently, Festus was quite the chatty fellow.

Leo turned back to the machine absentmindedly and fiddled with some wires at the base of the dragon's head. He turned to her and took her hand, "we did it, Sunshine."

She smiled and squeezed his hand, "I can't believe it. I feel like time went by so fast! So tomorrow?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Tomorrow."

She looked back at Festus, "Wow. At this time tomorrow we could be in the mortal world…"

"Are you scared?"

She shook her head softly, a cold feeling settling into her chest, "No…just…nervous, I suppose."

She hadn't told him yet. She couldn't tell him. How could she tell Leo that the second she stepped off this island she would be giving up her mortality for him? There was no way Calypso would tell him, Leo was an honorable man, and she knew he cared about her. She couldn't risk him giving up his life for her, he had to get out of this island, get his memories back, to find his friends. Leo had saved her in every way possible; she couldn't possibly burden him with her mortality. This was her decision to make, her turn to be selfless.

"Well don't be, whatever happens out there, I'll be right by your side no matter what."

She smiled at him then, "Come, we should eat dinner and go to sleep early, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

After a filling meal of cider and stew, Leo's favorite, the two found themselves laying in Calypso's bed, both lost in their thoughts of what was to come the following day. Calypso was comfortably snuggled up to Leo, who had lazily slung his arm around her earlier.

Suddenly, he pulled her closer to him, "Calypso."

She looked up at him, intrigued by his serious tone, "What is it Leo?"

"Before we get off this island, I just want you to know…" he trailed off, his eyes looking downwards.

"Leo?" she said softly, nudging him.

He took a deep breath and looked back up at her, "I love you, Calypso. I know I don't have all my memories back and I know there's still a lot that I don't know. But I want—no I need you to know that it doesn't matter. Right here, right now, at this moment and for the rest of my life, I'm in love with you Calypso, and when we get off this island no matter what memories I get or who is waiting for me out there, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She gasped softly, tears springing to her eyes, "Leo…"

"I know you think I need my all my memories before I can say all of this to you, but I don't. I don't need to remember our first meeting to know that you make me happy. I don't need to know all about Camp Half-Blood to know you're the funniest, smartest, most beautiful woman I will ever meet in my life. I was willing to risk my entire life to come back to you before, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I love you Calypso, and nothing's going to change that."

He sat there, looking at her so earnestly, so steady, so confident.

"I love you too, Leo Valdez. More than you know."

He kissed her then, and it was different. This time, they both knew where they stood. They were venturing off into who knows where tomorrow, but at this moment all Calypso knew is that she loved him and he loved her, and it was enough. It was everything.

For once in her life, Calypso was kissing the man she loved, and she knew this man loved her in return.

She wasn't quite sure when it happened, but all at once the kiss wasn't enough. Calypso found herself pinned to her bed with Leo on top of her, both of them gripping at each other in heated, desperate motions.

"Calypso," his voice was deep, husky. It stirred feelings within her that she had never felt before. "We don't—"

She cut him off with another heated kiss, "No. I want to. I love you Leo Valdez."

He looked at her then, giving her a half smile that nearly melted her, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

She smirked and rolled the both of them over, suddenly confident. "You could tell me one more time, just to make sure."

He chuckled and sat up, "You're the most beautiful woman in this entire world," he cupped her cheek in his callused hand, "I'm sure of it."

She gave him a smile and leaned forward, but rather than kissing him, this time she reached for the edge of his shirt. She tugged it off him slowly, taking in the familiar mixture of muscles and scars that she'd seen every now and again. She traced a finger lightly down one of the longer scars.

He made a strange sound at the back of his throat, but she ignored it, "Do you remember getting this one?" she asked.

"Drunken foster dad, cut me with a broken bottle," he mumbled.

She kissed the scar, moving on to another one, "And this one?"

"I was six, thought I could handle a repair job by myself. I couldn't."

She went through the same motion, moving on to another, "This?"

"Um, I think that was some kid at a soup kitchen. I took the last bit of bread and he had a knife."

"You've been through so much…" she mumbled as she proceeded to kiss each one of his scars, "and this one?"

He made that strange sound again, "I really can't remember right now, Calypso."

She looked up to him and saw that his eyes were half closed, "What can you remember?"

"You." He pushed her back down onto the bed and buried his face into her neck, trailing kisses up and down her jawline, "You're all I can think about right now."

"Okay."

Calypso lay in bed the next morning, feeling warm in Leo's arms. She closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into his embrace, thinking of the previous night. Despite being an immortal and having experienced so much, Calypso had never made love with a man. She had promised her father that she would remain a virgin goddess for as long as she lived, and it seemed fitting that she would break her vow the night before she relinquished her immortal life.

Leo had been caring and gentle, and she felt closer to him now than she ever thought possible. She couldn't believe she was as happy as she was at this moment, it almost didn't feel fair to the rest of the world to be this content.

"Morning Sunshine," Leo's arms tightened around her and he placed a kiss to the top of her head, "How are you feeling this fine morning?"

She looked up at him, "Gods above, who ever thought I would see the day when Leo Valdez was in a good mood this early in the day?"

He chuckled, "Well spending an amazing night with the woman you love will do that to a man."

"Oh yeah? And here I thought all you needed to be happy was your Tool Belt and some of those 'Hot Cheetos' you keep talking about."

"Nah, you're way better than Hot Cheetos," he said lightly, "now a Honey-Butter-Chicken-Biscuit, I don't know that anyone or anything could be better than that."

"A honey chicken what?" he'd said that so fast she didn't even catch what in the world he had said.

"A Honey. Butter. Chicken. Biscuit. You haven't lived until you've had a honey butter chicken biscuit!" he cried dramatically.

"I still have no idea what in the world you are saying. Are you still speaking English?"

He laughed, "Don't worry Sunshine, when we visit Texas I'll take you to Whataburger to go try one. I pinky promise."

She sat up, suddenly excited, "Well what are we waiting for? Let's get the hell off this island!"

He laughed and jumped out of bed, "Honey butter chicken biscuits, here we come!"

They proceeded to get dressed and ate a quick breakfast, both too excited to eat much. They had each packed about two bags of clothes, and Calypso had also prepared some food and water to take with them, though Leo had assured her that food wouldn't be necessary. He insisted that they would get to land quickly, but when she asked how they would pay for provisions he simply waived some plastic card in front of her face and explained something about a "credit card." It was one of the few items that had been in the bag that Hephaestus had left behind for Leo, Leo claimed that this would fund their entire trip, but she just couldn't believe the card could be worth all that much…

All too soon, all their bags were stowed safely inside Festus' belly, and they came back to the cave for a final look to ensure they had left nothing behind. Calypso looked around the cave and at her garden, thinking of all the time she'd spent on this island, working on her garden, carving out crystals from her cave…

"Calypso?" His voice was soft, "Is there anything else you want to take?"

She looked around once more, "No," she turned to him, "I have everything I need."

He smiled and led her to Festus, who sat just at the edge of the garden, "Here, I'll give you a hand."

He hoisted her up onto the dragon's back and she climbed up dutifully, settling comfortably in the seat Leo had installed for her.

He stood there, looking up at her, a smile on his face, "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he shook his head and began climbing up, "just seeing you, sitting up there…you look like you're ready to go out and conquer the world."

"With you and all the tricks this dragon has, I'm pretty sure I could."

He smirked at her and settled into his seat, "All right Festus, are we good to go?"

Creak. Creek!

"You ready to get out of here, Sunshine?"

She looked around Ogygia once more. For the last time, "Yes, I'm ready."

"Whatever happens out there, I love you Sunshine."

Festus began to shift under her, and she wrapped her arms firmly around Leo, "I love you too, Leo Valdez."

Then, Festus expanded his wings to their full length and with a giant swoosh of his wings, thrust them into the air.

She didn't look back.

A/N: Ooooh did y'all see all the love-doveyness coming? Sorry I didn't give you any graphic details, but I wanted to keep Caleo as classy as I could. Next chapter will be from the POV of someone in Camp Half-Blood, so be excited for that! (I'm so ready to write from another character's point of view :O)

In regards to the famous honey butter chicken biscuits from Whataburger, I would like to say that I agree with Leo. He gets me because he's also from Texas ;)

Please review and let me know what your thoughts are!

As always, thanks for reading!