I Dream Nightmares {COMPLETED}

Chapter Eight

Pitch Black stares straight ahead. You are asleep on his lap, he is cradling you. Tears still stain your cheeks. He still can't wrap his mind around what you just said, he repeats it aloud to himself, 'sometimes, Pitch, the worst nightmare... is a memory." As realization dawns in his eyes, he looks down on you with renewed pity. "What have I done?" he sighs.

[TIME JUMP-about a few hours forward]

You yawn as you wake. Stretching your arms up and out of your sheets, you crack your back and sigh. Pulling your covers up around your shoulder, you flip onto your side. Suddenly, your eyes fly open. You were in your bed. Why were you in your bed? Turning quickly to look over your shoulder, you see Pitch sitting at your book shelf, facing away from you, a book on nightmares in his hand.

You lay silently for a few minutes, watching him. The light seeping in under your door gives him a soft glow. His velvety skin shines as he shifts his position. His eyes flash gold every time he moves. You get out of your bed as quietly as you can and move to stand behind him, reading over his shoulder. Your plan was to suddenly jump at him, see if you could scare the king of fears. Your heart started to speed up with the anticipation. A shiver went through Pitch, you shrugged it off. You reached your hands out, just as you were building the courage to grab him, he turned. Not so much 'turned' as totally spun. His leg knocked yours out from under you, his hands grabbing yours as you fell. You landed with a, "Harrumph" face-first into his chest.

He laughed hysterically as you struggled to sit up. After a minute you got comfortable in his lap, his long legs stretched on either side of you. You leaned in and laid your head on his stomach. You had to sit up though as he was practically in fits of laughter. "My dear" he started, broken off by more laughter, "Lesson one, you do not scare the nightmare king" His laughing slowed but he kept a broad smile. "Lesson two, when attempting to scare the nightmare king," again he burst out laughing, "do not alert him to your presence by feeling fear!" Blushing, you buried your face in his stomach, knocking him on his back. That's what the shiver was; he felt your anticipation, your fear. Still laughing, he began to stroke your hair. As his laughing slowed, he lifted you off of his stomach, pulling you up so you lay on his chest. Face to face.

You fought the urge to hide your face as he stared deeply into your eyes. Every so often, his eyes would flick to your lips. After a few moments, you asked him. "So, why was I in bed?"

He blinked quickly, focusing on your eyes as he said in the most innocent tone, "You were asleep."

You giggled at his tone, running your hand through his hair you asked again, "Yes, but why was I asleep in my BED?"

He turned his head to look at your bed, then turned to look at you again. "Is the bed not where you fall asleep?"

Inching your face closer to his, you giggle again, what was it with this giggling? Curse mother nature, how could a girl be serious when she was sitting on a man that she, well, she... adored. "Yes, Pitch, but I DIDN'T fall asleep in my bed, did I?"

You didn't know if you imagined it, but you thought you saw the slightest blush cross his face as he answered, "Well, you had complained about sleeping on the floor, and I thought that your bed would be where you would get the most restful sleep. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable." He never broke eye contact while he said it, and neither did you.

Smiling, you leaned your face in closer. Your eyes half closed, you let your whisper brush his cheeks as he had so often done to you, "Thank you, Pitch," You let your lips brush his. His neck cranes to continue the embrace as you pull away. Sitting up on his chest, you give your best seductive smile and finish, "But your lap was pretty comfortable."