A/N: Yeah this will probably be a predictable Bessa story but whatever, I'm having fun writing it :D. Oh And I've had no betaing done to this but I might later on so I'm sorry for any obvious mistakes…oh and nothing awkward happens in this chapter.
This chapter is dedicated to: My lovely Momsqui (TheSquintiestSquint). Happy birthday! I think the next chapter will probably go to you, too. I'm not playing favorites, it's just I was pretty incapable of writing anything else and I feel this is a semi-filler chapter (is that possible if it's the first chapter?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. Kind of sad, but then I was pondering what I would really do if I did own it…
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Dancing sure makes one tired, Boq thought, as he spun around Nessa's chair once again. Normally he would have suggested leaving the Ozdust by now, but today was Nessa's birthday and he didn't want to cut her birthday short.
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It's beautiful, Nessa thought as she looked around the ballroom. Breathtaking. The whole place was decked with Lurlinemas decorations, the reds and the golds and the greens all complimenting each other.
She was having an amazing time tonight. Maybe it's even more amazing than my first dance.
So far the only bad part was that she noticed Boq was getting tired while she still had a lot of energy left. That's when the idea struck her.
"Boq?" she asked as the current song ceased and led into another.
"Yes?" he replied as he wheeled her from the dance floor to a corner in the room.
"I was wondering if you wanted to, um, go to your dorm," she asked awkwardly. Why could he always ask this without a problem yet she always made it sound as bad as could be? "Not to do anything, of course," she added quickly, just in case. "Just to…to be together." Now she could feel her cheeks burning. Great.
"That sounds great," Boq replied with almost a tone of relief. Nessa beamed.
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Why couldn't every night be like this? Nessa questioned mentally as she snuggled closer to Boq's side. They were sitting side-by-side on the bed, leaning against the pillows which were on the headboard. He's perfect, and he doesn't force me into doing anything I don't want to or feel uncomfortable about. And just…everything. She felt him put his arm around her waist, and she put her arm around him.
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"Boq?" Nessa turned her head towards him, arranging herself so she wasn't completely leaning on him and just sitting against the headboard, but keeping his arm around her waist. "Have you thought about what you're going to do after university?"
Why is she asking a question like this now? He asked himself. Can't she tell that I'm about to fall asleep? "Well, I planned on starting a farm…I just bought the land not too long ago, and I'll be receiving it shortly after I graduate. You?"
"Well, I was just going to go back home seeing as I'm future governor and I'm not permitted a job incase I have to take over the position of governor quickly. But I was wondering…"
"Yes?"
"I just kind of thought we would live together. We have been seeing each other for nearly three and a half years."
"Agreed," Boq sleepily responded. He yawned, then kissed Nessa's forehead. Oz, was he tired. "G'night, Nessa."
Nessa smiled lightly. "Good night, Boq. I love you."
"Love you too."
And then he fell asleep.
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Ending A/N: So, kids, you probably don't want to make big decisions when you're sleepy.
