Ano, MORE Songfics! I'm addicted! ;.; I dunno, writing these things is easier then I thought it would be. The hardest part was finding suitable songs and then stringing story between them. The theme, as you guessed, is Fiona Apple songs, and 'Slow Like Honey' is on the CD 'Tidal'.
You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn't quite discern me
Amelia rolled over in her bed, her eyes open. It was three or so in the morning, hence pitch dark inside and out. She'd been awake for the past thirty minutes after having a dream of Zelgadis. It wasn't surprising. She'd always dreamed of him, but this one seemed different. It seemed more real.
She sighed, rubbing her stomach some. Amelia realized she smelled like alcohol and was still floating in the stupor that was intoxication. No wonder the dream had seemed real, she was drunk.
Her thoughts turned toward her dream, what she remembered of it in any case. She'd been draped across Zelgadis's back as he carried her up the stairs, long past when the ball had ended. He wasn't too steady on his feet either, but he managed to get her to her rooms. Amelia couldn't remember what happened after that, but she did remember dreaming that his hands were caressing her, sending chills down her body and she'd tried to get him to climb into the bed with her.
Amelia closed her eyes, remembering the kisses she'd shared with him until Zelgadis had fallen over on top of her. At first, he was heavy, but then he raised himself up on his arms. Again, she couldn't remember what had happened after that. Sighing, Amelia decided that whatever had happened in her dream, it had felt good.
She sat up and gasped in pain from her aching thighs and more private places. Lifting a hand, she managed to cast a light spell though the fog of alcohol. Looking around her room, she noticed her cloths had been taken off and just tossed around the room. Her panty hose were hanging across the back of a chair while one shoe was on the other side of the room. She also saw a dark grey glove on the floor.
"I really hope that it was him," she muttered to herself and went back to sleep.
Does that scare you? I'll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You'll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
And my big secret - gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood
Zelgadis was sitting out in a tree in the garden, he didn't recall how he got there but he realized that he was missing one of his gloves. The hood of his cloak was pulled over his face to block out the mid morning sunlight that streamed though the late autumn leaves and branches.
He stretched and fell out of the tree, almost landing on his head. With a groan, Zelgadis pushed himself up from the rather embarrassing position of his rear in the air, his face pressed on the ground. He was glad he was stone and couldn't break his neck.
"Coffee..." he croaked and staggered to his feet, rubbing his head.
"Is that the first thing you think of in the morning?" a voice asked behind him, sounding amused.
Zelgadis turned around and fell back against the tree trunk, blinking at the bright colors of the garden and Lina Inverse. "Huh?" he asked.
Lina cringed, "Lace up your pants, you pervert!" she refrained from hitting him simply because doing so would have hurt her as much as him. After the thought registered in his mind, he clumsily fixed his pants, realizing that his jacket was on backwards. "Where did you go last night, anyway? I saw you dancing with Amelia then I lost sight of both you and Amelia."
"Erg... I don't remember," Zelgadis replied, putting a hand to his face and pushed his hair back, his bangs stuck straight upward even after he removed his hand, causing Lina to giggle. "Do you have to be so loud?"
I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
I'll invade your demeanor
And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you'll wonder what it is about me
It's my big secret - keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood
Lina came into the dining room and dropped into the chair next to Amelia, "You won't believe who I found in the garden!"
Amelia groaned, looking like last year's cheese set out in the sun, green and melted. "Don't talk so loud," she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment. "Who'd you find?" she asked finally.
"I found Zelgadis in a tree. I invited him in for lunch but he said something I didn't quite understand about coffee and bath and wandered off. I think he's still staggering around in the hedge maze," Lina replied with a snigger. "I've never seen him with a hangover before! Its rather amusing."
Amelia opened one eye to look at Lina, "Is that so..." she said softly then got to her feet, wincing and making her way toward the gardens.
Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart
So I stretch myself across, like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory
Amelia asked the gardener if he'd seen Zelgadis once she tracked him down, unable to find her original quarry. "I saw him climb over the wall and fall to the other side from the top," the old man replied. "I would have stopped him if I'd known you wanted to talk to him, your highness."
The princess shook her head, "I'll get him later," she said and staggered off. "Bath is a good idea..." she smiled, her hand resting on her stomach as she walked down the hall back to her room. She was sure it had been him now if Lina had seen him out in the garden with his coat on backward and missing a glove. Amelia hummed snatches of the various songs they'd danced to that night.
But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I'm gone like yesterday
When I'm high like heaven
When I'm strong like music
'cause I'm slow like honey, and
Heavy with mood