Chapter 2

Betelgeuse's POV

When Lydia reached the block of flats where she lived now, Betelgeuse left her for a moment and jumped straight to the mirror in her apartment. After a while he heard the keys opening door and quick steps. Even if they did it a thousands of times he always felt a bit of excitement wherever she was calling him on her side of the mirror. Betelgeuse put his hands on a mirror and after third incantation of his name he felt as if the glass disappeared. He crawled out of the mirror frame, and still surrounded by the eerie smoke, he pulled Lydia's hand and turned around few times above her head, making her twist as if they were dancing.

With the last twist he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

- I feel like you need coffee, hm? - he said almost whispering to her ear. Not waiting for a response he let her go and slowly levitated to the kitchen. With few clicks of his fingers he turned on the kettle making the water boil and prepared cup with dark powder inside. Then the ghost took a heavy, cubic-shaped glass out of the cupboard and looked out for a specific bootle.

- Babes, you still have this whiskey I left here last time? - he shouted louder so she can hear him clear, checking shelves and cupboards.


Lydia's POV

She couldn't help, but giggle one more time spinning with his help they were dancing. Lydia could easily just hold his hands again and start to dance for real out nowhere, just to remember their old times. But she was so tired for it that she could feel her legs shaking a bit.

Under his cold touch, shivers went all over her skin.

Before she could nod or even answer he already went to the kitchen. Even if she didn't like coffee that much, her body and mind were urging to drink some. It was fun for her how well Betelgeuse knew her, she was trying hard to not show him she was tired, but he just knew her so well.

Soon as he disappeared from the room, she went to her bed, to leave her bag there. But instead of just leaving it there, she laid down for a bit.

- It's in the living room, BJ! - she screamed just to make herself clear.

Turning her head to window side, her body slowly turned to the same side over the bed. It was a sunny day outside, with a cold breeze coming and passing through her. She was fighting against her body relaxing and her eyes shutting down. But it was too late, she felt asleep for a little nap waiting him.


Betelgeuse's POV

Following Lydia's advice, he went to the living room and quickly found desired bottle of amber liquid between two piles of photography books. He looked around and noticed she's not in the room, when he heard a click of the kettle alarming him the water is ready. He went back to the kitchen and prepared her coffee, also filling his glass with whiskey. He took a sip, feeling nice burning in the throat, and breathed out loud. There was something he wanted to ask about for quite a while, and today he decided that it's gonna be this day. He wasn't really sure why he's so nervous about it, it wasn't a big deal after all, but recently he wasn't sure about anything, when it comes to how he felt.

The ghost took another sip of alcohol to get more courage and left the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and glass of whiskey in another. The living room was as empty as before, he couldn't hear any sound from the bathroom either, so he figured out Lydia is in her bedroom. Betelgeuse went to the door and cleared his throat loudly, informing her he's entering, in case she was undressing, and peeked inside. By his surprise he noticed Lydia fell asleep on the bed. Quietly, he went inside and got close, looking down on her.

Not taking his gaze off her, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and put the cup of coffee on the small table. He took another sip of the drink and just keep on looking at her. He'd seen many beautiful women during the centuries of his existence, but she really was the most special from all of them. With skin white as snow and hair black as the night sky she looked more like a fairy tale heroine rather than a regular human, which was absolutely mesmerizing to him. Without thinking twice he reached for a lock of the hair that fell on her face and moved it behind her ear, softly caressing the skin on her cheek. Damn, she really was pretty.

Maybe it was the alcohol doing it's work, or maybe it was his own stupid idea, but a thought came to his head. He put the glass aside and laid down next to her, with one arm stuck under his head and the other between them.


Lydia's POV

A sleepy smile formed on her lips with his gentle and cold touch, making her shrink her body.

The bed started to shake a little and it made her move with it. She was unconscious, already inside in the dream world.

With Betelgeuse's body by her side, the cold breeze stopped for a moment.

Lydia turned her body to him and with clumsy and sleepy moves, she got the first thing she could, his shirt on chest area and pulled for her. Actually her unconscious mind wanted to take of the "object" that was blocking the wind, but it just made him be more close to her. They were basically front to front and her hand was over his chest.

Once again she tried to pulled the "object", touching his arm this time and pulling for her, until their faces were just a few centimeters away from each other.

She gave up to fight and let her hand resting on his arm.


Betelgeuse's POV

He really didn't see that coming, but her reaction was more than pleasing. Betelgeuse wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her even closer, make their noses touch slightly. He could feel the warm breath from her mouth and the heat radiating from her whole body and he couldn't help but smile again.

Then he gulped loud when a thought came to his head.

"What if she wakes up and freaks out? Shieet…" he was fighting in his own mind for a moment, moving back a little from her, but seeing that she still pulls him close to her with a little smile on her face made him realise he just couldn't get up and leave her like that. Instead, he moved close again and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?" He thought again, frowning and breathing in her scent. It was sweet as always.

"You're using the situation" another thought. He shaked his head slightly, caressing her nose with his.

"She's gonna rip your head off for that." the ghost clinched his jaw as he played with her hair a little. It was soft and silky.

And at this moment he forgot about all the troubles, the coffee on a table and movie they had to watch, even his whiskey, and slowly fell asleep.