Monday, October 1, 2012

Ch132: Dreaming




Kitty photo courtesy of Julie Helms at Wooly Acres
Violet suppressed a yawn, or rather she tried to.

Victor, witnessing this, stood up from his comfortable lounge chair setting aside his book and held his hand to her. 

“Time for all sleepy girls to go nighty-night and start dreaming,” he said. "Hopefully about me."

Violet giggled. “Okay,” she said, closing over her book and placing it on the coffee table beside his.

Hand in hand they went up the curving staircase and at the first door they stopped. Victor smiled and embraced her.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come live with me. It's wonderful to have you so close all the time almost like we're married. It just makes sense,” he said, caressing her cheek. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. When he went to pull back she wrapped her arms around him, keeping him there.

“Violet…”


“Kiss me for real,” she whispered.

He smiled and did as instructed, lingering as long as he thought she’d allow—perhaps longer. If he stayed any longer though...

“Hmm…that’s nice…” she said resting her head on his chest.

“Go on in, sleepy girl, before I get the notion to…”

“No,” she said, snuggling closer to him.

“No what?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Violet, don’t tease. If you poke the bear, he may bite back—definitely will, in fact, given the chance.”

“Even a soft, cuddly teddy bear?” she said, grinning impishly.

“Okay, so maybe he’ll only take a gentle nibble or two.”

“That's what I thought. Stay with me, Victor,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Violet…”

She looked up and shyly smiled. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him into her room.

“Violet…”

“It’ll be nice,” she said, stopping beside her bed and starting to unbutton his shirt. She tugged it out of his pants and opened it to reveal his chest. She ran her hands over it inhaling his scent. “Au Savage…my savage.”

“Violet…Violet…”

She stepped back and slipped her shoulder straps down letting them fall past her arms, slither over her hips and onto the floor. She then unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down.

“Someone’s already at attention,” she muttered with a giggle.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you.”

“Violet, honey…time to wake up,” Victor said.

“No sleeping,” she replied, pulling him onto the bed with her.

Victor laughed and put the car in park. “Violet, wake up,” he said.

“Not sleeping…”she mumbled.

"Actually, you are," he mumbled. He shook his head in amusement as he undid his seat belt and ran around to her side opening the door for her.

“Violet, wake up. We’re home,” he said, caressing her cheek.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her lips. “Home? Your house?”

“I…no, I brought you to your house, but I can take you home with me if you want.”

He watched in fascination as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. Slowly—ever-so-slowly—she realized she had been dreaming and her happy expression gave way to confusion and then trepidation.

“Uh…I was sleeping.”

He grinned. “Yes, I know. You were talking in your sleep, too.”

Horror-struck, her eyes flew open wide. “Omigosh!”

“You’re awake now, though,” he said, pulling her out of the car.

“What…what did I say?” she asked, fearful of the answer.

“Hmm, difficult to make it all out,” he said leading her up the walkway to the front door. “Something about a real kiss, a soft teddy bear, a savage standing at attention, not wanting to be alone anymore and I believe you said you loved someone—don’t know who—but you wanted them to stay with you.”

“Oh, God…” she mumbled, mortified and cheeks gone pink.

“Why don’t you go on in and make us a pot of coffee and you can tell me all about your dream. I’m fascinated from what I heard so far.”

“Uh…no, I…I have loads to do…um…” she stammered about searching for something urgent to do. All she could see, however, was Calendula’s empty bowl and within a few seconds the cat showed up with an accusatory expression on her adorable face and a pathetic meow which sounded distinctly whiny.

“Oh! There you are,” she said picking her up for an extended cuddle. “How’s Miss fluffy?”

Disgruntled would best describe her mood at the moment. She squirmed out of Violet’s arms and jumped to the floor, then stalked over to Victor, tail up in the air, and rubbed her head against his pant leg until he petted her.

“Well, how do you like that?” Violet huffed. “He’s the reason I haven’t been around to lavish attention on you, you silly feline. But I won’t cry. I don’t need you. I’ve known for quite some time I’m only a giant can opener to you anyway.”

Victor laughed as he cradled the purring cat in his arms. “Pay her no mind, Ginger-fluff. Violet is just cranky cuz I roused her from an excellent dream.”

“I didn’t say it was excellent!” she groused.

“Didn’t have to. You liked whatever was going on in it. Wish you’d tell me what it was about. I loved that last dream you told me about,” Victor said, grinning broadly.

“What dream?”

“The one where dearly John Yearly gets blown up by a marzipan pineapple. That was some dream!”

Violet turned her back on him and put on the tea kettle. “Anyway, thanks for getting me home safely even if it was a bit later than I expected. I'll see you...”

“Are you kicking me out already?” he said, giving her that wounded face again. “I thought I’d take you out to dinner and we could…”

“For Pete’s sake, Victor,” she said, exasperated. “Aren’t you sick of me yet? We spent all weekend together."

 He set down Calendula and went to Violet putting his arms around her before she got a chance to escape—as he knew she wanted to.

“If I was sick of you already would I want you to live with me?”

“Not gonna happen, so forget about it. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ll…uh…do laundry and…and…”

“And what? What could you have to do now that’s so urgent?”

“I…I’ll think of something,” she stubbornly said.

“Well, while you’re doing that, I’ll bring in your new clothes,” he said, heading out of the kitchen. “That’s what you can do. You can make some room in your closet.”

She groaned. “I’ll need a whole new closet for all that stuff.”

Victor grinned. “I have plenty of empty closets at my place. Wanna see?”

“Oh, you shut up,” she mumbled as she pushed him out of the door. 

He laughed all the way back to the car.

“God help me,” she said to herself as she watched him load his arms with one brightly colored box after the other. “I like Victor too much. Don’t know how long I can… put him off ...or hold out.”

“If your dreams are any indication, I’d say two weeks,” Heidi said.

“Oh, you shut up, too!” Violet said, and she gasped. 

She could have sworn she just heard the most enchanting, angelic laughter.




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