A/N: This is a shortie. Not even a story, just a scene. But short Leyna is better than no Leyna. You get almost zero context for this scene, so have fun. I might be willing to expand this into a full story if you guys ask nicely.

Set sometime in the future when Leo and Reyna are officially dating.

Disclaimer: I don't own Leo, Reyna, or PJO/HoO. But I do own your soul.

Reyna was half-asleep when she realized that her face was pressed into a warm shoulder, and her first thought was, Jason. The two of them had fallen asleep together on many a late night. But a moment passed and her brain registered that she hadn't been working last night, and that though this shoulder was strong, it was smaller and bonier than Jason's, and Jason didn't whistle in his sleep, and Jason definitely never smelled like motor oil.

Now fully awake, she startled and turned halfway out of position, but the young man stirred, rolling back onto her. Rumpled black curls, pointed ears, swarthy skin. Oh, gods. She'd fallen asleep in the Garden of Bacchus with Leo.

"Leo," she whispered, but he only rested his head against hers without opening his eyes. "Leo. It's morning."

His eyes opened into little slits, noticed the darkness, and promptly shut again. "'S not morning yet, reina," he mumbled into her hair.

This would look so bad if they were discovered. They hadn't done much more than kiss, but oh, she knew it wouldn't look that way. "We need to get back—" She tried to get up, but the way he was lying half on top of her, he was dead weight.

"Sun's not up," he slurred sleepily, ending in a whistle that meant he was falling back asleep.

Pursing her lips, Reyna began to wriggle, trying to extricate herself from Leo without forcing him awake, but he let out an unhappy "hmm" and slipped one arm around her waist. Though sour from sleep, his breath curled soft and warm against her cheek.

Well, then.

She did have to admit, she was comfortable here, curled up alongside him on the grass. Her own face heating up, she decided maybe she could stay just a little while longer. The sun wasn't even up yet, after all. Slowly settling back into place in the dark, she rested her forehead back into the crook of her boyfriend's neck, tucked her fingers into the neckline of his shirt, and let herself slip back into sleep, praying that she would reawaken early enough to get home without having to explain the dirt staining the back of her shirt and jeans.