After Forever: A Black Sabbath Fanfiction

3~ And a Good Morning it Sure is

"Wh-wha...?" I grumbled, opening my painfully dry eyes that barely received any sleep the night before. Something had tapped me on the tip of my nose, and, when I completely opened my eyes and woke up, I noticed Ozzy laying next to me, propping himself up with his elbow. He was smiling as he looked at me, and his hair was all messy. Messier than usual.

"Morning, Marie," He said.

I jumped slightly and he grabbed my shoulders, making sure I wouldn't fall off of the bed again. "Wh-what are you doing in my bed?!" I asked, blushing as his large hands were covering most of my bare shoulders.

"Didn't you read my note that I left on the couch? Beds are more comfortable,"

"Y-yeah, I did... but why aren't you like, in the kitchen drinking coffee or something? It's... 9:30 in the morning," After he let go of my shoulders, I raised my arms over my head and stretched, yawning as I stared up at the ceiling. "I'm surprised you're still, y'know. In my bed."

"I was actually waiting for you to wake up. But now that you're awake, I'll get up," As he tossed the blanket off of himself and stood, my face blushed a dark red. He was wearing my bubblegum pink, silky bathrobe with the black lace trim around the bottom and cuffs of the sleeves. The butterfly print on it was exotic looking, and as I looked at him, I found it hard to speak, but I did anyway.

"O-Ozzy, any particular reason why you're wearing... well... my bathrobe?"

"Oh, I forgot I was wearing it. How embarrassing. You want it back?"

"Yes, yes please. I'd love it back," I begged, and
(Oh my god OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE wore my bathrobe)
once he took it off and threw it at me, he revealed to be wearing a pair of my black sweatpants and the white tank top he was wearing under his t - shirt from yesterday. "Gee. You really like wearing my clothes, eh?"

"Well the pants are comfortable. I hope you don't mind." He ran his hands through his hair once before walking out into the living room, and I sort of just sat there, stunned.

(There's no way all of this is happening
There's no way my favorite singer is actually in my house
I must be dreaming)
To see if it was a dream, I took my thumb and pointer finger on my left hand and gave myself a hard pinch on the arm, biting my lip hard from the pain. It certainly wasn't a dream, but a dream come true. I raced into the living room after throwing on a flannel shirt, still in the shorts I was wearing as well. "Oz, you want me to make you some coffee?"

"No, no. I can do it. I know how to do that," He told me, smiling. The coffee pot was on the counter, and I always kept a fresh container of "breakfast vanilla" next to the coffee pot. It was my favorite. When Ozzy saw it on the counter, he made a comment. "Wow, you like breakfast vanilla too? I thought I was the only one." As the coffee was brewing, we sat down at the table in the kitchen and began talking about what we were going to do today.

"So, do you have any plans?" I asked.

"None that I can think of. I need to go to the department store though. I need to buy something for someone,"

"I'll come with you. I promised I'd buy you a new coat," I said, winking. "And please promise me you'll take extra good care of it,"

"Sure. I will. I'll keep it free of smelling like a skunk's ass. Just because you asked me to." Once the coffee pot beeped, Ozzy stood up and poured us each a cup, then sat back down, sliding my cup to me.

I smiled after taking a sip. "Thanks. You didn't have to make the coffee though. You're the guest,"

"So what? I wanted to be nice," He blinked a few times and then stared into his coffee cup. "Wow, I've never said something like that before,"

I just smiled once more and watched him drink his coffee as I drank mine. As we were waking ourselves up in silence, I decided to try and throw a conversation out there. "So, what's that tattoo on your lower shoulder represent?" I asked, pointing to the colored in dagger with vines around it.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just went into a parlor one day with the guys and thought it looked cool, so I got it," He shrugged, finishing his coffee. "You got any tattoos?"

I blushed slightly. "Y-yeah, I do actually. I have a red rose on the left side of my ribcage. I got it for my eighteenth birthday. I'm twenty four now," As I lifted up the side of my flannel shirt to expose the brightly colored in flower, Ozzy reached over and touched the stem with his warm fingertips, making me blush even more.
(Is he touching me)

"Very nice. I like the details on the thorns and petals. You went to a really good tattoo artist," After awkwardly carressing my side, he put his cup in the sink and sighed, yawning afterwards. "What's the time?"

"Um... it's almost ten now. Do you want to head out to the store?" I got up, placing my cup in the sink as well. "I have nothing else to do. I can get dressed and we can go if you want,"

"Sure. That sounds lovely. I'll just... go get that t - shirt I was wearing yesterday. I should get dressed as well," Before I could respond, he walked over to the couch and grabbed his shirt, slipping it over his head. "There. I'm all set,"

I smiled. "You look good. There's a brush in the bathroom if you wanna use it. I'm going to get dressed," I said. He nodded and made his way to the bathroom and I began to undress. After slipping my flannel shirt and shorts off, I replaced them with a purple and black cable - knit sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. Today wasn't supposed to be super cold, so I decided to wear just the sweater. Once I slipped a pair of high heeled boots on, I sat on the bed, waiting for Ozzy to get ready. I grinned as he stepped out of the bathroom, hair brushed perfectly. "You look nice. We should get going,"