A/n: Oh, my evilness should just go die. I love Malingo and yet why do I torture him so? Perhaps because I'm sadistic? But I really like him...
Disclaimer: Clive Barker owns Abarat and all the characters... And the bird Malingo.
A Geshrat's dream
Malingo smiled at Candy as they laid themselves to sleep.
"See you sleeping." Malingo smiled wider as Candy used the geshrat version of good night.
"See you sleeping." Candy yawned and turned away from him. Malingo looked at his lady's bare neck for a while, watching the perfect pale skin silently before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In his dream he and Candy were sleeping in the same bed, her naked back towards him and his arm around her waist. He smiled and pressed his leathery lips to her neck, loving the softness and smell of her skin.
"Hello, Malingo." Candy sighed softly and pressed herself closer.
"Hello, lady." He softly blew air on her neck and she turned in the bad so that they were face-to-face, her small breasts pressed against his chest.
"Kiss me?" She looked up at him with mis-matched eyes that suited her perfectly. He leaned down slighty and captured her lips with his own, basking in the taste that was purely Candy, sweet and warm. She flipped them over so she was on top, their lips still tightly locked together. She drew back from him to catch her breath and his hand wandered up to her leaft breast and gently squeezed, earning him a moan of pleasure.
"Candy, you're the most beautiful person in all worlds." It came out as almost nothing more than a whisper, but she heard it and laughed.
"Am I really?" Malingo nodded and squeezed a bit harder. "I'm happy." She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him again. She started to drag her fingers down his chest, her nails not able to leave a visible mark on his orange skin, but in his mind the places where her fingers touched him burned like fire. Soon she reached his pants and she slipped her fingers into them and tugged.
Malingo opened his eyes and stared at the sleeping face of Candy, who had turned in her sleep. His face hardened with pain as he realized that his lady would never want him in the way he wanted would such a bright, wonderful lady as her want a low geshrat as himself? All he could hope for was that he could still dream about her, and that she would be happy.