Enjoy! ^_^ This is a direct follow-up to the last chapter. =)

His chest was warm.

Alice rearranged herself a little, frowning in her dozing-induced daze. Using Oz as a mattress rather made the need for a blanket a moot point. The shared body heat and her high temperature resistance quite sufficed. And Oz had her for a blanket, so he didn't need one of cloth.

One of her eyes opened, almost of its own accord, but didn't bother focusing, so all she saw was an odd blur of colour. Quite possibly the couch she had missed going down. Her eye closed again as she attempted to snuggle further into Oz's chest.

When a chuckle made her bedding shake, she pouted and slapped him on the side, where she was gripping his shirt. It was the lightest beating she had ever given him, but she couldn't really find it in herself to care. Besides, she was hungry. You couldn't properly fight on an empty stomach.

"Are you starting to wake up?" Oz asked, very softly in case she wasn't.

"Grrnumphol!" was her answer. It was damn difficult to talk with cloth in your face, so she craned her neck so she could look at him rather than bury her nose in his shirt. She blinked blearily at the sudden light, dwindling though it was, that set his golden hair aglow, made his eyes shimmer, and made his teeth seem too white. It was really hard to focus with all that light. "How long have you been lying there?"

"Ever since you fell asleep on top of me. I had planned on moving you to the couch, but you looked so comfy, that I didn't have the heart to do it." He didn't mention she had also looked utterly adorable, smelled absolutely intoxicating, and honestly been a bit too heavy for him to do that without risk of waking her.

Alice blinked and scrounged her nose. "That was good, as my manservant you should always have my comfort as highest priority." Oz chuckled, again.

"What's so funny? You keep laughing." Alice pouted, glaring distrustfully into his eyes.

"Ah," Oz said, suddenly at a loss for an answer he cast about for one desperately, his eyes following. "Well, uhm, your hair is tickling me?"

"You're ticklish?"

"Yes," Oz admitted, clearly happy to tell something true. Her hair didn't tickle him, but he was ticklish, so it could have been a real state of affairs. If he hadn't been wearing a shirt, that is… But the scenario that thought led to was rather disturbing. "Are you hungry, Alice? Should we get something to eat?"

Alice blinked, then lit up in a huge grin and buried her face into his warm heartbeat once more and tightened her arms around him before jumping to her feet, pulling her manservant up with her. "Yes! Let's go!" she declared loudly, heading down the hallway at a sprint, deliriously happy without a real reason. Except, of course, for the fact that she felt warm from head to toe and her every nerve end was humming in contentment and that she didn't feel alone at all!

Headily, she laughed and set up her pace, still holding on to Oz's wrist as she dragged him after her. He was trying to keep up as best he could, but it was awfully hard to properly breathe and run when you were grinning like a maniacal mother.

'Maniacal mother' and 'ridiculously blue' are my new favourites descriptions. ^_^ Seriously, they amuse me to no end!

Please review and tell me was you liked/disliked. =D