"I can't believe that Ulquiorra forced us to turn off the power generators for the night." Nnoitra grouched as he tried to read a book in the dark. That night Szayel was sharing the small room with him instead of him going to the large Palace. It was fine however, for the two of them were to go pick up the water order in Scotland the next morning. Even though Tia forgot that their Gigais were of no use. So, it was up to Szayel and Nnoitra to blackmail Aaroniero in the morning.

"Szayel, This book is helping me think of an idea…" Nnoitra complained, "But I can't think when I can't read the story!"

"Stop griping, honey. I need some sleep." Szayel muttered, rolling over in bed to watch him read. "Why don't you use the flashlight?"

"It died five minutes ago. And I was just at the best part of the story."

"And what are you reading anyway?"

"Hellsing!" Nnoitra cried, just wanting to find out what happened next. "And I am in the middle of an epic, gory battle!"

"Esh… I understand. Give me a minute." Szayel rolled back over onto his stomach to think. "Set the book down and wait a sec."

"Fine." Nnoitra closed the book and set it on his nightstand on the right side of the bed. "I will. But think of it fast or I'm gonna blow a fuse."

Szayel sat up in bed. His eyes wide with shock. "A wh…what did you say?!"

"I said, "Nnoitra hated to repeat himself at three in the morning. "If you don't think of something I'm going to blow a fuse! What can you- Hey! Where are you going?!"

"I am getting out of bed!" It was brilliant. Horribly brilliant… "And I am going to-"

"You're not going to the lab!" Nnoitra cried, not sure if Szayel realized it or not. "Not completely nude!"

"What do you-" Szayel paused a looked down at himself. "Oh. I am… and it is all your fault! You made me close the windows so it got all hot in here and now, I have to go get dressed an-"

"Why don't you just go put on a bathrobe?" Nnoitra suggested, not sure why Szayel would even bother putting on a full set of clothes.

"Your robe isn't fire-proof!" Szayel cried, staggering in the dark over to the closet door. "And what kind of…where are my clothes?"

"To the left… near the back of t-"

"Found them!" Szayel pulled a top and some pants off a hanger and began to put them on. "And you just wait here, I'll be back with a solution in a minute! I can't believe I'm going to do this, but hehe…..I love it! I love it! Okay! There! Pants. Good! On! Am I missing anything?"

Nnoitra looked up to see Szayel's faint outline standing in front of him. "Um… Shoes?"

"Oh! Yeah! Shoes! Where?!"

"Closet floor?" Nnoitra was glad that his husband thought of a solution to the lighting problem, but he didn't need to freak out like this every time an idea hit him in the face.

"Yes! Found them! One! Two! Okay. They are on my feet. Now, I will be right back!"

Nnoitra winced as the door to the hallway shut with a slam. Only to open a second later and Szayel appeared right next to his nightstand.

"I need this." He grabbed the useless lamp and disappeared once again.

"Aw…" Nnoitra sat back in bed and closed his eye. He was so glad to have a genius soul-mate, but….sometimes there was only so much creative whirlwind he could take. "Why didn't I fall in love with someone more calm? Oh well… I love Szayel anyway."

Nnoitra woke with a start to see Szayel standing over him with a wide grin on his face. "Ow! Turn that….It's a…" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Or that he was seeing at all. "Lamp…"

"Yeah. I'm back!" Came the manic reply. Szayel's mind not able to function well due with all the thoughts going through his head at full speed. "It's bright."

"But…" Nnoitra sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eye. "Why is the light, purple-pink?"

"Ahhaha…."

"And…wh-" Something suddenly stood out. "Oh no…"

Szayel nodded, too happy to speak. "Yeah…..Hell, yeah…."

Nnoitra looked from the grinning maniac to the lamp that was a long leg mounted on a piece of wood. Sure the leg wasn't perfect and the nice purple high-heel was kind of scratched up, but the leg held the light up high enough so Nnoitra could read the book without bending down. "Don't tell me there will only be one more lamp…"

"How right, you are!" Szayel shoved the stuff off of Nnoitra nightstand and set down the lamp. "I think that I should give it to my brother. He'd like it. And If I may say, he can literally turn it on. Hehe…"

Nnoitra sighed again. "Szayel. Go to bed."

"No, no!" He cried and fixed the all too familiar lampshade. "It's it pretty? I thought Ciricci's skirt was the perfect shape!"

"Yeah… it is, dear… now, you should go to bed."

"I shouldn't!" Szayel cried, too pleased with himself. "I should make the other lamp and it's so awesome, it runs of Riatsu! And I don't know what I should use for the shade… I don't have her head anymore, so I can't use her hair… and so, I… Oh… I could use her ribcage and make it all creepy awesome and-"

Nnoitra pulled Szayel close and wrapped his arms around him. "Now, go to sleep."

"No, no… I said I had to get more-"

"Close your eyes."

Szayel did as he was asked and didn't see any difference. "See, now have my eyes closed and I wonder..what…I should….do… next….with…something….and I'm…really… sleepy… and…" He smiled, suddenly aware of a pair of strong arms around him. Calming all the thoughts in his head. "I just want you to know, I… I really love you."

He waited for a reply, but none came as Nnoitra was already asleep with a small smile on his face.

Author's note: Ahaha! This idea had to happen. Yeah, Cricci's Dress does look like a lampshade. And yes, I do like A Christmas Story. Hehe. And this chapter is really sweet.