Fireproof

Calypso used to be confident in her abilities. But everything changed when Leo Valdez burnt his 'fireproof' clothes for the eleventh time.

"These shouldn't burn," Calypso said handing him another set of clothes, "But then again, the others shouldn't have either, yet you managed to do so."

"Sorry," Leo said, before slipping away to change. Moments later, he came back wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans.

"How do I look?"

"Great," Calypso said, "Now, care to tell me how you managed to destroy fabric that didn't burn even when I dipped it in lava?"

Leo looked embarrassed, "Well you see I was working in the shop when I got really excited..."

"Go on,"

"Like, really, really excited," said Leo, "So excited that I set myself fire, and next thing I knew, my clothes were burnt to a crisp,"

"You destroyed the practically indestructible clothes I made just like that?"

"My powers go sort of haywire when I get excited,"

"Hey wait, what got you so excited?" Calypso asked him.

"I was making something special," he said and handed her a box.

Calypso opened it and saw miniature statues of the two of them dancing. It was beautiful, and if she was the child of Hephaestus with fire powers, she'd definitely have set herself on fire in excitement over it. She blushed, "Leo, I-" she started.

"Happy anniversary, Cal!" he said interrupting her, "It's exactly one year after the day we met. Remember that?"

"Yeah," Calypso said, "You blew up my dining table,"

"I built you a new one, didn't I?!"

Calypso laughed. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body, which seemed to be increasing...

Calypso backed away just before Leo caught on fire, burning away the clothes she had made, leaving him standing awkwardly in his boxers.

"Sorry,"

"Let's try that again," Calypso said as she leaned in for another, less flammable, kiss.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story. Rick Riordan is the author of these books. Go check them out!