percabeth/ pjo for your recent prompt!!!
Percy grins at her, rocking back on his heels. "What? You don't like it?"
Annabeth holds up the shirt. "It says 'Fleece Navidad.'"
Percy nods, practically vibrating with excitement. Annabeth wants to clothesline him onto the couch. "It's a pun!"
"It's a terrible pun," Annabeth says, but she can't stop the laugh. "Oh, my gods, where'd you even get this?"
"Made it," Percy replies, and the pride in his eyes. "Ordered it and designed it, because I know how much you hate puns."
"That is - you are so..." Annabeth trails off. "Oh, fuck it." She strides toward him and pulls him in, kissing him so hard she hopes he feels her frustration.
"You like the shirt," Percy murmurs against her lips.
Annabeth pushes him to the couch. "Shut up and take your pants off."