At first he had been confused.

Then, as he noticed that he - they, were still in his room. Meaning that he was innocent of trying anything on her..

Then again, that was obvious. Because if he -did- try anything on her, she'd be more likely to gouge his eyes out.

But his eyes were still in their sockets, since he could see pretty well her sleeping face, only inches away. And this wasn't a dream - a wonderful dream, as he dared to think about - since he was still alive. The accelerated pounding in his heart caused by the feeling of her rhythmically heaving chest against his proved this.

And then he smiled, knowing now that the warmness that had filled his dreams that night was not only real, but it was Anna.

The same Anna who could make the strongest man cower, the one who could slap the more powerful being on the face and not even flinch.

Anna, who with her rose scented presence produced a marvelous daze in him. Anna, who was now cuddled in his arms, lips slightly parted in the cutest pout.

And needing to smell her sweet scent more deeply, he held her tighter against him, completely missing the smile that now adorned his face.

And slowly drowsing off, he dreamt of roses.

- Fin

Bratty says: The flower I associate with Anna is the rose, mainly because of her red bandanna. I associate red with roses. Don't ask...*sigh*

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- Bratty

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