Story Title: Talking In Your Sleep
Author: general nothing
Rating: K
Characters/Ship: Ahamo/Lavender
Word Count: 410
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: In which Ahamo is hot and restless and the Queen is almost annoyed.
Warnings: Pure and utter fluff.
A/N: The title is crap and totally stolen from Reba McEntire.
Lavender had forgotten how hot Ahamo was. Not hot like how DG has been describing Wyatt Cain, but hot like his skin burns into hers when they sleep. Hot like she has to stick one leg out from underneath the ridiculously large duvet he had put on their bed because otherwise she'll drown in her own sweat.
She also forgot how much he moved during the night. He turns more than anyone she knows, flipping from his back to his stomach to his side every other hour. She doesn't know why she can't remember him being like this.
She's a little bit tired of it, but they've all had a busy few days moving to Finaqua after the destruction of the Black Tower, so she's able to deal with it at first.
Lavender sleeps hard the first night back at Finaqua, doesn't feel him move and stays cool enough by keeping her leg uncovered. She sleeps just as well the second night, only waking up once when Ahamo let out a loud snort.
The third night, however, is much worse. They've finally gotten enough sleep that they aren't exhausted when they go to bed. Without this exhaustion, Ahamo starts to dream, nightmares by the sounds that Lavender hears him utter.
He's just as restless as always, moving his feet and rolling back and forth. However, tonight he is doing something that she's never her nor seen him do.
He's talking in his sleep.
It starts out quietly; soft murmurs that stir her out of her slumber and then gradually increase. None of it makes sense to her, mostly just orders to invisible troops.
But it's making her a little nervous so she places a hand on his bare chest. His skin is warm and soft and even after years of separation, it still feels familiar.
"Ahamo," she whispers into the dark. "My love, wake up."
He doesn't say anything, just grunts and starts to turn. Lavender waits a moment, assuming that he's moved past whatever was distressing him in his dream and them moves to lie back down. She will never fully understand her husband.
She's almost back to sleep when she's jerked back into consciousness with a loud cry from her husband. He's still asleep when she rolls over to look at him, but his brow is furrowed and he's breathing deeply as he murmurs.
She can't help but giggle when she hears him whisper, "Don't disturb my circles!"