A/N: To Ashbashtus98 (and all the rest of you who were secretly hoping for some Tracy/Link action: Merry Christmas. :) It's really short, but that's how I like my fluff chapters... short. Yeah. So... on with the story.

Chapter Seven:

Every Night is a Fantasy

TRACY'S POV

It was unbelievably late. Or unbelievably early, depending on how you think about it, Tracy's exhausted mind mused. She turned off the light and adjusted her nightgown before opening the bathroom door…

And scaring herself half to death.

"Link!" she whisper-shouted after catching her breath. "Holy cow, Link, you scared me!"

Link sprang up from where he was sprawled on the sofa. "Tracy! What are you doing up?"

Tracy gestured abstractly toward the bathroom. "What are you doing up?"

Link smiled saucily and slipped his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer and whispered into her hair (it was a wonder he could actually reach). "I was thinking. About you. About us. About…" He waved a hand towards the rooms where Seaweed and Penny were sleeping. "Them." He chuckled. "He's gone loopy. You know he actually dipped a handkerchief in her perfume and took it with him?"

Tracy giggled. "That's nothing. Penny stole one of his shirts! I saw her cuddling with it in her sleep." She sighed and put her head on his chest. "It's sweet, don't you think?"

He moved even closer—there wasn't a fraction of an inch of space between them. "D'you think they're insane?"

"No! They're in love!" She pulled back from him and looked him in the eye. "What are you going to have of me when I'm gone?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Gone?"

"I want that degree in musicology, Link. You know that." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "What will you have to remember me by?"

He smirked. "We could make a memory right now, if you want." He kissed her firmly on the lips.

She smiled and kissed him back. He guided her slowly toward s the sofa and laid her down on it, crawling on top of her when she was settled. He kept kissing her, applying just the right amount of force. She parted her lips a little, getting the full taste of him.

She didn't want any more than this. After all, they had to save something for the next memory…

SEAWEED'S POV

Seaweed lay awake, staring at the ceiling, holding the handkerchief in his right hand. He brought it to his face and inhaled deeply.

He loved Penny. He was sure of that much and more. He loved her more and deeper than he had ever loved anyone else. He wanted to be with her forever; but he couldn't tell her that. Not yet.

"We're seventeen!" he thought. "We have dreams, things we should probably get done before getting married!" He sighed and lay still for a minute, thinking. He sounded a little bitter, even to himself. He wasn't going to leave her… he just wasn't going to marry her.

Yet.

He got up off the bed, opened the bedroom door, and headed across the main room to the bathroom. He didn't notice that Tracy and Link were on the sofa until he was halfway across the room.

He nearly jumped out of his skin. Yes, there they were, lying on the couch kissing and doing God-knows-what. They were so deeply into each other that he had walked right by them and they hadn't noticed.

Seaweed tiptoed back to the room and shut the door. I can wait, he thought. Gosh, I didn't even hear him leave the room…

Penny rarely dreamed in colors or pictures anymore; she dreamed more in sounds and smells and feelings.

For example, the slow whoosh… whoosh of someone breathing next to her. Or the slow in-and-out movement of a peacefully sleeping chest moving up against hers. Or the feeling of arms around her waist, or the smell of coffee…

Seaweed.

TRACY'S POV

Tracy silently made her way into her bedroom. She could have sworn she'd heard a door open and shut, even though Link hadn't, and she'd thought it was best to stop for now and pick up where they left off later, perhaps in a more private setting.

She glanced at Penny, who was still clutching the shirt like a child's security blanket. She pulled it closer to her and murmured Seaweed's name in her sleep.

Tracy shook her head and smiled sleepily as she got back into her own bed. Love was a strange thing.

A/N: This is the LAST fluff chapter. I PROMISE. :)