Writing spree again. Haha ;)
"Please Gil~?"
Oz tugged on the older man's sleeve, pulling him towards the bed. Before Gilbert knew it, Oz was already in his bed, tucked in randomly with a book on top of his night table. Gilbert stood there, deciding whether or not to take the chain and sit in it.
"Please Gil? Can't you read it to me one more time?" Oz held a puppy-eyed expression.
Gilbert stared, his eye twitching because he knew it would work. That was because Oz was doing it, not anyone else. He sighed, picking up the Alice In Wonderland book on the stand. He flipped to the first page of the book until he noticed Oz staring at him. Gilbert looked up.
"Thanks Gil," Oz smiled sincerely at him.
He blushed right back, looking shyly away form Oz as he stared into the first page of the book, waiting for Oz to get comfortable in bed. Gilbert read the first line again and sighed, combing his hair with his hand.
"15 years of age and you're still reading this," Gilbert sighed.
"So? You're 24 and you still don't have a girlfriend," Oz pouted, watching Gilbert's reaction.
… Gilbert read up towards the 10th page until he noticed light snoring …
He saw Oz sleepy lightly against his pillow, his blond hair astray and an arm underneath his head as an extra comfort. His body moved slowly and peacefully as Gilbert watched absently. His lips tugged into a smile as he silently closed the book and placed it back on the night stand.
Gilbert carefully pulled the sheets over his body, up to at least his shoulders. He straightened the sheets and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. Oz slightly stirred in his sleep, making Gilbert a bit nervous before he noticed that he had fallen back to his deep slumber.
"Gil…"
He looked up and smiled. He patted his hair before standing up and again. Because here, in his room, in his dreams, Gilbert knew that this was his master's favorite place to be. Because in here, in his dreams, it was a neverending story. A story filled with kindness, laughter and joys; a story fit for his beloved master.
In this story, this neverending story, Oz dreamt about his servant, his precious servant. In this story, they would do nothing but spend the long, earned time between the two.