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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"To sleep, perchance to dream."
Oswald awoke to the sound of his window opening. Propping himself up on his elbows and squinting at the patch of moonlight he could see a figure climbing through it. A siloutte (one that he was ashamed to admit had become very familiar to him) entered softly and delicately, barely making a sound. It was her.
He watched breathlessly as Nicki, came gliding across the room towards him. She wore the dress she had been wearing the first day he met her, and glittered like magic in the moonlight. Her hair fell around her face in tossled curls, framing those large eyes, luminescent in the dim light. All he could do was stare, mouth agape as she reached the end of his bed.
"Oswald?" Her voice was barely a whisper. He gulped and nodded. She smiled, her teeth dazzling in the moonlight. He felt his head grow light as she began to crawl onto the bed, closing the distance between them until their faces were only inches apart, her body on all fours overtop of his slightly raised figure. "You know," she whispered, and he felt his eyelids flutter at her warm breath on his face. "I never thanked you properly for all you've done for me."
"I-i-it was-" He stuttered, his words a jumble in his mouth. She only continued to give him that soft smile before letting her eyes drift closed and leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He took in a sharp breath at the touch of her lips and had to keep himself from shivering as he felt her giggle tremble against his face. She retreated from him, but only enough so that they were looking at each other, his sharp nose almost touching hers. Her lips were so close and he longed to lean forward and capture them with his own.
"Oswald," she breathed against his mouth. He felt a heat rush over him and knew he couldn't resist.
"Oswald," she said again. His heart was pounding in his chest. He leaned forward, closer and closer, lifting his trembling hand to her face.
"Oswald." He cupped her cheek with his hand. His lips brushed against hers.
"OSWALD!"
Oswald sat bolt upright in bed, his mother standing by the window, having just thrown open the curtains and looking very irritated. Trying to catch his breath, he looked around the room. The sunlight was blaring through the window and much like the previous moonlight, Nicki was gone. "All day he sleeps," his mother was ranting from the doorway. "He promises to help his mother with the furniture. 'I'll be up early to help' he says. But instead he lies around like a lazy cat and leaves his poor mother to move heavy things on her own…"
Oswald shook his head and rubbed his temples as she continued to fuss. It had been a dream. All a dream. "I just overslept mother," he mumbled, climbing out of bed. "I'll help you in just a moment." This seemed to satisfy her a little, for she let herself out of his room, continuing to mutter under her breath as she did so. Crossing the room, Oswald shut the door behind her and pressed his forehead to the cool wood, sighing. With a small chuckle to himself and shook his head. Oh the effect this woman is having on me.
This is a short one but it was buzzing around in my head and I wanted to add it in, if nothing else just to get to write for Oswald and his mother. The next update is going to be much more Nicki-centric. Also…SEASON TWO STARTS TONIGHT I AM SO EXCITED! I've been watching the promo clips on Youtube and I am like a kid waiting for Christmas! Just…AGH!
Big Sexy Beans: Thank you SO SO SO MUCH for those kind words. Honestly I can't tell you how much I appreciate the positive feedback and I'm so glad to hear that you like my story so much. I just have so much fun writing this because it allows me to really dig in and explore all of the amazing characters the show has offered up and gives me a chance to play with my imagination and share my thoughts. I hope you keep reading and that I can keep you feeling that way about this story!