Disclaimer: Still do not own them. Sad, isn't it?

Notes: Yes. Well. I've been told to write more, with Richie Ravishing. Who am I to disobey my fans? There may actually be another chapter. I've yet to decided…if enough people ask, I think I will, though.

Warning: Beware of fluffy romantical stuff. XD Oh,. And…other…not so fluffy stuff…..^_^

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            Sleep just wasn't coming for Virgil. Not when Richie lay so close, so warm.  Looking over, he saw the soft intake of breath raising Richie's chest, and he gently rested a hand on the blonde's firm stomach. Crime fighting, as it was, had done Richie well.

Virgil's eyes shifted back to Richie's face, still happily oblivious in slumber. 'Of course, he wouldn't wake up if I kissed him right here, right now.' Virgil thought, as his hand trailed up to run along Richie's lip gently. The blonde moved in his sleep, twisting his back at an odd angle to stretch unconsciously. Virgil's eyes traced the smooth contours of Richie's body, all lines and slight curves. He'd noticed before that Richie had a pretty feminine form; which was more then likely the reason why the genius always wore baggy sweatshirts and baggy pants. 'Beautiful' he thought, and his hand was once more placed on Richie's soft stomach.

            One eye blue eye opened, closing as soon as it had opened. Virgil's hand froze, and he blinked several times before leaning closer to his friend. "Richie?" he asked, softly. There was no answer from the blonde, and Virgil relaxed.

                                    Then the eye opened again, Richie's pupil darting around.

            "Richie? Hey, man. Wake up." Shaking Richie gently, the blonde slowly woke up. "Nggh…what, V?" Virgil stared at Richie for a moment. "Your eyes. You were sleeping, and your eye opened and moved and it was freaky." Richie yawned, pulling the blanket up to his chest before closing his eyes and silently chuckling. "REM." he stated. Virgil looked at his friends. "The band?" he asked, confused. "No, Virgil. Rapid Eye Movement. There are two states of sleep: non-rapid eye movement (NREM) sleep and rapid eye movement sleep. REM sleep is associated with dreaming and paralysis of body muscles, except for the eye and diaphragm muscles. NREM sleep has four stages distinguishable by EEG waves. REM sleep alternates with NREM sleep approximately every 90 minutes. A person with normal sleep usually has four to five cycles of REM and NREM sleep during a night [1]." Virgil stared at Richie. "My eyes twitch when I dream." Richie tried, and Virgil nodded. "Okay, see, that one I understood."

            Richie smiled. "Can I go back to sleep now?" he asked, yawning. Virgil nodded, and Richie turned over. Virgil lay, starring at the ceiling, until his hand was gently taken and placed back on Richie's stomach. Turning over, he raised an eyebrow at Richie, eye's questioning. "It was comfy." Richie stated, and Virgil smiled, shifting so he lay closer to Richie. " It is."  Richie smiled, and the two lay in silence for a moment.

            "Richie?" Virgil's hand stretched over the blondes taunt muscles. "Yeah, V?" Richie's own hand rested on his hipbone, thumb hooked in the elastic of the boxers he slept in. Virgil bit his lip. To tell him? "Uh…night. Again." Richie smiled. "You too, Virgil. Night." Unconsciously, Richie rolled onto his side, his back to Virgil, which resulted in Virgil's arm being dragged along for the ride. Virgil waited, baited breath, until Richie's breathing slowed to a steady, slow pace. Slowly, he rubbed his hand over Richie's stomach. The blonde nearly began purring in his sleep. Smirking, Virgil traced circles around Richie's naval.

            'Could this be considered sexual harassment?' Virgil thought, as he pressed himself to spoon the blonde. 'If he wakes up…' There was a shifting of bodies;  and Richie was facing Virgil once more.

            "Virgil…I have something I really should tell you." Richie stated, sleepy eyed. Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Alright, shoot." Richie worried his bottom lip. "Okay. Um. See, I've been having these weird thoughts lately. About…uh…you." Virgil's eyes softened their gaze. "Yeah? What about me?" he asked, and Richie sat up. "Okay. This is hard to say. I like you, Virgil." Virgil smiled. "I like you too, Rich. What's your point?" Richie let out a frustrated sigh. "No. I mean, I like you. As in…I dream about you. As in kissing you." Looking at his hands, which were folded in his lap, he sighed. After a moment of silence, he looked up. "Look, if you don't want me to stay here, I can leave; go sleep on the couch. It's no big-" Richie's ramblings were cut off by a soft finger being placed on his lips.

            "Don't. Look, Rich. Ever since…well…for awhile now…I've been thinking the same thing." Leaning forward slightly, he brushed his lips against Richie's. "And I've been trying my hardest not to just jump you every time you give me that look you have…" Richie raised an eyebrow, and Virgil grinned. "Yeah, that'd be the face. Man, Rich…You're drop dead gorgeous, you know?" Richie laughed. "I don't know, V, that just makes me sound like a girl." Virgil rolled his eyes, planting another, harder kiss on Richie's lips. Barely pulling away, he muttered " Oh, shut up and kiss me." Before pulling him back into the kiss.

            "Well, if you really insist." Richie felt himself being tugged into Virgil's arms, and happily obliged to Virgil's tugging. "I want you." Virgil whispered, warm breath on Richie's neck. "Virgil…" Virgil ran a hand down Richie's arm to tangle his fingers in Richie's hand, placing kisses along the blonde's neck. "Virgil, are you sure you want this?" Richie asked, biting back a moan as Virgil hit the sensitive spot of skin where his shoulder and neck met. "Would I be doing this if I wasn't?" Richie had to agree; it was logical. "Okay…oh…mmm, Virgil…" Virgil untangled his hand from Richie's, trailing it down Richie's stomach to rub circles on the blonde's stomach. "This…feels right." Virgil murmured, and Richie pressed his body back into Virgil's. "Virgil…I think this," A squeeze to Virgil's arm, and a hand nearing the elastic on his boxers," this is what I've been waiting for my entire life." Virgil left feather soft kisses on Richie's shoulders. "ME too, Richie. Me too"

tbc…..?

[1] From one of my many medical files…lol. I suffer from REM; Ask my friend Jess. She flipped out one night when I spent the night, because my REM was wicked bad. Now I shall go watch Cyber Six. Such a good show…