Hi, guys! First of all I would like to thank you for the wonderful reviews I got from you. I didn't even dream about such a good opinion.
This is my second fanfic . I'm gonna be very cheeky and say that I hope you enjoy it even more than the previous story.
Forgive me any grammar or spelling mistakes.
'Another sleepless night' Salazar thought to himself. Not that he complained. He never used to sleep much and it gave him a lot of time to think about new potions, spells and well... a certain person.
Slowly the door begun to open and Salazar immediatly gripped his wand.
"Sal, are you sleeping?" Came a whisper.
„Helga? Couldn't you knock on the door like any normal person instead of sneaking in like that? I would know better tha to draw my wand." He noticed slightly irritated.
„I'm sorry, I just didn't want to wake you in case you were sleeping."
Anyway, what was she doing in his chamber? He wondered with a mild feeling of excitation.
„Why did you come here in the middle of night?"
„I had a nightmare. Can I lie with you for a while?" Just lie next to him? What a disappointment.
„Very well, come here then." Salazar said lifting the covers. Helga settled herself comfortably in his bed. After a moment of hesitation she laid her head on his chest.
„Do you mind?"
„Not at all." He said amused, but very pleased with himself while carefully wrapping his arms around her and pulling the covers over them. It felt good to have Helga in his arms. He held her firmly yet gently like she might shatter under his grasp. She looked so delicate and vulnerable.
„So, my lady…. What do I get in return?" Salazar asked jokingly.
„It depends on what do you want… Because I won't allow you certain liberties, sir." Helga replied matching his tone.
„What a pity, that excludes the majority of my ideas." He said sarcastically, but it wasn't very far from truth. She chuckled.
After a moment of thoughtful silence he asked „Could you please tell me what was the dream about?" She flinched at the memory and Salazar noticed her discomfort.
„I won't force you to do that. You can teach me how to cook instead." He said half playful, half concerned.
„No, I trust you."
„Then I will do my best not to betray your trust." It was a promise, a difficult one to keep – specially for him, but he felt the need to say it and comfort the angel he held.
Helga smiled.
I decided to dedicate this story to the Easter Bunny *a fond smile* HAPPY EASTER GUYS!3