Title: Memories: P3 Fluffy Beds

Rating: PG for now

By: Tysoyo Kalli

For: Her most precious Saya-chan! Sankyuu for the Kyo-Kyo!

AN: Thank you to my reviewers! . You're what makes this really worth writing for!

AN 2: Did anyone notice how much of a pervert Chrno really is! Seriously, all that time with the Elder must have really put a damper on his psyche! Lol. Was re-watched eppie 3, and he kept checking Rosette out, thus I had to write this. This actually is suppose to be the exact night before they meet Azmaria. Lol…

Chrno laid in the bed, quite comfortable if he did say so himself. He enjoyed the few nights he wasn't stranded in the small compartment where the elder would offer him a bit of comfort with providing a roof over him to sleep.

But the Elder was…. Well… how could he put it… loud when he slept. Muttering about woman's body parts, and snoring, it sometimes wasn't worth even sleeping indoors. Not that Chrno really minded actually sleeping outside.

He could remember doing it when he was younger, in the ban of Sinners.

But tonight, he was to be spoiled! A nice big fluffy bed with many pillows to submerge himself in, with clean smelling sheets, and a somewhat quite room. He could stand Rosette and her sleeping noises… she just snored lightly and it reminded him of the fact that, yes, she was still breathing.

But he wasn't to dwell on that, oh no. He snuggled down further into the blankets, smiling pleasantly with himself. He had almost forgotten how it felt to sleep on top of a fluffy smoosh of down feathers.

He could hear the shower running, though. Which was probably the only damn thing keeping himself awake at the moment. He was entirely to comfortable for his own good. But he wanted to wait till Rosette was out of the shower and tucked in nicely… next… to… him…

No, don't get the wrong ideas, Chrno, your well over 1000 years old, those childish thoughts will get you no where, he berated himself. No, he wasn't a pervert. He wasn't like the Elder or anything… its just… it was…well… Rosette.

Who was probably the best wet dream he could think of. But, that's a different story altogether.

The water stopped. Chrno opened his eyes lazily, having not realized they had drifted shut. He readjusted the situation as to where his face laid and waited in the dark for Rosette.

In a puff of steam the girl walked out of the bathroom, let out a relaxed sigh, then readjusted the towel, which, of course was the only thing she had allowed herself to wear out of the shower. Chrno swallowed a lump forming in his throat.

She was still slightly damp, and her hair dripped down her back, and the light shown perfectly on her back, that he had a hard time keeping himself from whimpering.

She tied the towel, then hunted in the bags for a brush and then began to detangle her hair.

Chrno just watched, hating himself for doing it, but unable to stop himself. And unbeknownst to the girl, she put on quite a show for the boy laying in a heap of blankets and pillows. Her hair was pulled back into a small braid, enough to keep her hair from being unmanageable the next morning, then set about dressing for sleep.

She gathered her garments and laid them out upon the bed, spun around and dug around again for something Chrno could not see, then removed the towel.

Chrno was frozen stiff. His body ached watching her naked form dress without a care in the world. He bit his lip and tried to shift a little bit, not wanting to be obvious or anything.

The boy heard her giggle at something, then slide on into bed, curling up closer to him to where he could smell the soap still lingering on her. He bit his lip harder, slamming his eyes shut and trying to forge sleep, but to no avail.

"Chrno, you're such a pervert," the blonde said leaning over to kiss him on the forehead, then settle down next to him in the warm bed.

Chrno made a gurgling sound, rolled over blushing like mad, and in a lot of pain. He heard her giggle again, though it sounded like she was attempting to hide the sound.

"Get some sleep, you're gonna need it tomorrow," She said turning to face him. From the bathroom light, he could see her shadow on the walls sit up, shift the covers around and settle again… only this time, she was… closer. He could feel her body head on his back as she made her way across the bed to snuggle.

Did Chrno mention that he liked big, fluffy beds? Especially ones filled the woman whom had captured his heart, and was a prominent snuggle-bug?

To Be Continued…

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Princess of the Shadow Land: Tis a very smart thing, NOT to sleep with your hair wet. I made that mistake once….. ( Shutters )