Dreaming of youMature

She shook her head silently. "No."

"I looked so nervous!"

"Cute."

"Not this again." he chuckled

"Oh, but you did. I mustn't have realised anyhow. You still took my breath away."

"Still taking your breath away, huh?" She nodded slightly in reply.

His smile became crooked. "I'm amazed I manage it, to be honest."

"Why?" She gasped, trying to capture her breaths.

"The only way I've ever taken someone's breath away before you was by ripping their throats out." He laughed dryly

She softened her eyes. "Ah. Well, I'm sure you captured the breaths of many others... without physical measures."

"Hmm, but I manage to take yours away without doing much."

"I must be easy to please." She shrugged.

"I'll say. If you were hard to please, you'd have looked elsewhere for love."

"My love however, I don't give away so easily. Happiness is easy. Love isn't." She muttered a little stung.

"I beg to differ. Happiness and love are equally hard to find. This is why I'm so glad you found me. You gave me both." He said, trying to explain his words.

"My breath maybe easy to steal as you can see I have none. But I assure you, my love is not easy to take, steal or give. And you have it all. I'm not easy. As you know or should know now." She sighed.

"I do know. I didn't explain what I meant properly, sorry."

"Then explain." She smiled, staring up at him softly.

He looked into her eyes and sighed. "I don't know how," he laughed. "Sorry."

"Has your breath been... stolen?"

"Very much so."

She smiled, her cheeks attaining a light pink colour, she didn't expect that answer. "Oh. Well. I." She growled, muttering curses beneath her breath and she looked to the floor. "Damn speech problems."

"Looks like I did it again." He lifted her chin up, so she was looking back at him. "Maybe I should give it back." He bent and kissed her firmly.

Her eyes softened, filling with love and joy, watering slightly as he kissed her. She took her gaze from his and wiped away the tears. "Oh how silly." She cursed.

"I meant to give you your breath back, not make you cry!" he exclaimed, a little worried.

"Oh no, no, no! I'm happy." She smiled, still furiously wiping away her tears. "It's so silly!"

He laughed as the worry melted away. "Happy tears. What's so silly?"

"I cry so easily, it's stupid and I'm not even upset and I never really mean to cry, I just get carried away and I didn't mean to make you worried I just..." She took a sharp intake of breath and shook her head.

His laughter only got louder as she trailed off blushing. "I love you."

She nodded, her mind still carrying on the rant she had started, she looked up, stuck for words for a moment. "I love you too." She smiled when she finally gripped what he had said.

He returned her smile wordlessly, not knowing what to say.

She gripped his hand tightly with her left, careful not to make the silver touch his hand. "Lazarus, you once asked me to marry you and I said yes. Now this I ask of you." She grabbed his other hand. "Will you stay with me, for eternity. Even after death do we part?"

He returned the grasp and let the silver touch his skin, the gentle burn easy to ignore. He looked her in the eye as he spoke. "Of course."

She smiled and kissed him firmly and softly, gently and forcefully.

     He returned the kiss with all the love, passion and commitment for her he possessed.

She found it hard to keep on her feet as she gave and recieved all these feelings, emotions. She gasped for air and she smiled, her breathing heavy as she took in his form, his shape. She re-gained her breath and kissed him again, softly and felt as though she was flying though a mystical land.

     Feeling Melissa's sudden difficulty to remain standing, he shuffled them over so they could sit on the edge of the bed together. As she kissed him again, he felt that it was his turn to be made breathless again.

She smiled, pulling away from him. Her eyes longing to re-make the connection, but she paused. Simply gazing at him.

"You okay?" he asked, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt.

"Taking me in?"

"Your look, sense, touch." She smiled.

     "Enjoying them?" he chuckled

She nodded wordlessly, a little embarrassed. "Very much so."

     His crooked smile ignited his eyes. "That's good. I'm enjoying taking you in, too."

She looked down at herself before looking back to him. "What part?"

"All of you. Your arms around me, your voice, your blush."

She still didn't know what his fascination with her blush was but she nodded again. "My blush?"

"I told you. It's cute."

She smiled sheepishly. "So are you."

"So you tell me."

"So it's true."

He grinned

She grinned back, running a finger through his hair, pushing it behind his ear. She kissed his now clear cheek, resting her arm on his shoulder.

He put a hand to his cheek, running his fingers over it. "I need to shave again. Sorry."

She shook her head. "No need." She smiled, kissing his cheek again.

He dropped his hand back to her waist and smiled, moving so he could kiss her back, on the lips.

She smiled, framing his face with her hands before lowering them round his neck. "The night is coming to an end." She sighed, glancing out the window slightly, unfased by the thunder crashing around outside them.

He turned to look out of the window too. "So it is." He agreed and looked back at her.

"I should sleep..." She trailed, lost in his eyes.

He smiled, noticing her expression as she gazed at him. He tipped their bodies so that they were lying down on the bed and pulled the duvet over them. "Sleep, then,"

She shook her head solemnly. "I can't."

"Why not?"

She shrugged, her head sinking into the pillow. "I don't know, just lying here, next to you, right here. I just don't feel like sleeping."

He laughed a little. "Don't sleep then, I'm not complaining."

"Mmm." She thought, turning onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling. "You should."

"Why should I?"

"Because, I'm sure I'll annoy you sooner or later."

"How could you ever annoy me?"

"By my crying, my arguing, my singing."

"Your singing is beautiful, Melissa."

"But it brings bad memories to you."

"Only that one song."

"Next to Amazing Grace it's the only one I know."

"I like your singing. Just... learn a new song?" he laughed. She huffed and stuck her tongue out jestingly; turning so she laid with her back to him. He frowned and put a hand on her waist, rolling her back over so she was on her back. She raised an eyebrow, growling at how easily she was moved. "Hmm?" She asked absently.

"Nothing, but your face is more interesting to look at than your back." She looked at him and then turned her gaze to the roof. For some reason in her head she could hear ancient prayers in Latin. She shook her head and she began to hear a faint melody enter her mind, she turned to face Lazarus and brought her knees up to her chest, cradling herself. Her mother continued to sing to her and she looked up, gazing into Lazarus' eyes dreamily.

"Thank you."

She tilted her head slightly, as if to ask him what for, but she never spoke.

     He smiled, but didn't answer verbally. "For you." he said in his mind, knowing now that she could hear his thoughts as well as his memories.

"Don't thank me." She thought back.

"Why not?" he arched an eyebrow slightly

"Because I am not the one that gave me to you. I simply make you happy."

     His next thought contained no words, simply confusion

She sighed, shaking her head softly, bringing her knees closer to her stomach and her head closer to her knees she curled up.

"What?" he asked quietly

She closed her eyes, reaching out one of her hands that had grasped her legs, she touched his waist. "Thank my Mother, if not I'd be dead." She murmured, sending a memory of her and her mother to Lazarus, a happy memory. Her mother was singing Scarborough Fair softly as Melissa ran around the vast fields.

He took her hand and thanked her mother in his mind.

She smiled, still not uncurling from her tight ball. "You're Welcome, for me." She paused, looking up at him. "I'm glad to be yours."

He smiled softly, not really knowing what to say.

She unfurled slightly, arching her body up so that she reached Lazarus' height. She placed herself so her face was inches from his and she smiled, her eyes meeting his. "Anything to say?"

"I'm still kinda overwhelmed you chose me to be honest."

"Why? I'm just as flawed as you." She smiled, reaching her hand up to caress his cheek.

You still manage to be amazing." he grinned, knowing how cheesy that sounded.

"As are you in my eyes." She moved her hand from his cheek to the back of his neck.

He felt a small blush rising and glanced away, trying to make it fade.

"Are you... embarrassed?" She asked, arching a brow

He laughed awkwardly. "I'm not amazing..."

"No. You're more than that, but I can't think of a word for it."

"No, I'm not even amazing, Melissa. I'm just a poor boy's son." he smiled.

"And?"

"And a werewolf?"

"And?"

"And a pianist?"

"And?"

"And yours?"

She laughed. "And those things meant nothing. I don't care if you're poor, a werewolf, a pianist." She smiled. "It makes no difference. I don't even care if you have given yourself to me. I love you all the same."

"Are you sure about that?" He asked.

She nodded. "Positive."

"Hmm." He nodded absently because he didn't know what to say

She kissed him sweetly. "Oh, Lazarus." She giggled, "I love you for you. Sound familiar?"

He smiled. "Yeah, it does,"

"Sure, you being a pianist is an upside, and you being mine is an extremely good upside but I don't care." She giggled.

"I'm sure you would care if I wasn't." He laughed.

"Oh Really? I'd love you all the same."

"Just as well I love you too, then, eh?"

"Yeah, It would just be more painful if you didn't love me back."

Her mind flickered back to before, when they had been talking about his composition. "It's not a romantic gesture." He had said, her had heart began to brake.

Seeing Melissa's expression falter, he frowned a little. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing." She smiled.

"Sure?"

She nodded. "Just another time."

He was curious, but he didn't want to push for an answer to the question just behind his lips

She played the memory again for him.

"Another time..."

He watched himself unwittingly hurt her and grimaced. "Can things become romantic gestures?" he wondered aloud.

She looked at him, her head slightly tilted, "Hmm?"

"It wasn't then. I was inspired by you, certainly, but at the time, I hadn't thought I was capable of keeping you as a friend, let alone anything more." he explained - or tried to, "But when I play it now, it certainly /feels/ like a romantic gesture."

She nodded, "back when I was stupid and fell head over heels because of you." She blushed.

     "Back when I was stupid and didn't fall for you as quickly as I should have."

"Don't be stupid."

"I was hoping I'm not as stupid now as I was."

"It's hard to tell." She joked.

     "Ooh, harsh," he smiled

She smiled back and nestled her head into his chest. "Sorry." She giggled.

His smile relaxed into a slack, sleepy expression. She curled into a ball against his form and loosened her grip around his neck. Absently, he stroked her hair, his lax grin unfading as he drifted to sleep. She laid there for a while, awake, worried about Lazarus and his dreams, but she held on for as long as she could, sending happy thoughts and memories of them through to him. Lazarus only twitched a few times as he slept, but the happy memories that Melissa flooded him with was strong enough to hold the hunter at bay for a while. Melissa's brow furrowed as she tried to fight the hunter, fight Lazarus' mind. She began to sing, not only in his mind, but in reality to. Her singing made the hunter dissipate in his tired mind and his body fully relaxed as she lulled him into a more peaceful sleep. She let out a short, relieved sigh, tightening her arms around him. She began her song all over again.

A memory whispered in his mind; Melissa through his eyes. In his memory, she was asleep, in the cave. He watched her from the fireside, the protective urge he felt pulsing through him. Her sides rose and fell gently, her skin glowed with ethereal beauty and with her face flickering with the pain of the injury James had given her. The memory contained a lingering sense of anger and worry as he watched over her laboured breaths, a faint whimper sounding every now and then.

She stopped singing, somewhat taken aback by the memory. She let the smile spread across her lips and she kissed his cheek softly.

He mumbled something as the memory faded, replaced by one of him telling her quietly to sleep.

She smiled, talking back to him through his dreams. She shook her head softly, "No. I want to watch over you."

His mind went blank as she defied him, and he caved in tired in defeat.

She smiled, running a hand through his hair, protectively watching over him and his memories.

His eyes flickered behind their closed lids and his lips pushed into a miniscule, sleepy smile

She closed her eyes kissing his forehead softly, her head resting against his chest, comforted by his slow, steady heartbeat. Lazarus stayed asleep, the faint smile on his lips remaining throughout his slumber. When night came again Melissa was led by his side again, she had called for their furniture to be shipped to the apartment. But she never left his mind, constantly watching his dreams, listening to his heartbeat.

The End

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