Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Mitsuki Park]

"No, I'm fine."

Mitsuki pressed a palm to her forehead, taking her temperature but wasn't sure if it was hot because of the sweater, or if she had a fever. She checked her pulse with her fingers on her neck, but everything seemed to be functioning properly. She was always one for a weak immune system, so the whole playing in the water may have been beginning to take it's toll. She rolled off the bed, heading toward the door, her sweater pulled off and on the floor.

"Go back to sleep."

She left his room, went up to where she left her violin and took out a pill of Tylenol. Always there in case she felt dizzy before a show. Popping a pill in her mouth, she swallowed without water and went back down to the second floor, realizing that it was really bright outside in comparison to his room. Quietly she slipped back in the room, in case he had been sleeping, and she would once again crawl back in bed next to him, hoping that she wouldn't fall ill. Because she hated appearing weak in front of others - including her own family.

Finally.

Some sleep.

[Tyr Odinson]

Uh oh.

Not good.

She was checking her temperature and pulse, then told him to go back to sleep as she left the room, the sweater falling off and to the floor. He caught a glimpse of her form as she opened the door, but was worried that something might be wrong, even to the point that he didn't really register her being almost naked. He got up, went into the bathroom and flicked on the light. Hey, every man has to pee sometime, right?

He washed his hands when he was done, coming out of the bathroom as she slipped back into bed. He had put some shorts on, coming around to her side and pulling the blanket up a bit to tuck her in. He felt her forehead with the back of his hand, the heat apparent even though she had tried to hide it. She was getting sick. Perhaps the lake was a bad idea, he shouldve thought about it before. He stood, walking into his bathroom and opening up a cupboard that held rags and towels. He took out a rag, dousing it in cold water and wringing it out so that it wouldn't be soaking and dripping wet, but that it would still have enough water in it to stay cool for a while.

He went back over to her, hoping he wasn't out of line as he pulled the covers aside, taking off the sweats but not the boxers. He would cover her back up, not seeing much since it was pitch black (though still seeing enough), and placed the cold rag on her forehead. He kissed her lips gently, not afraid of getting sick since he had the immune system of an ox, and always drank a tube of Ginkgo Biloba every morning, which helped to further boost his immune system.

He stared down at her, a hand on her neck/ cheek.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you some soup, or some food?" He smiled. "And please, don't say no because you don't want to bother me or because your afraid of what ill think. Answer honestly."

If she was getting sick....

He would take care of her.

[Mitsuki Park]

She felt his hand touch her forehead and she wrinkled her nose. What was he doing? He disappeared again, and she tilted her head off to the side, wondering where he went. She heard the water running, and saw him return, pushing the covers off of her as he pulled off her sweats, which...made her feel kind of awkward. He placed the towel on her head, and everything clicked - he was taking care of her, and she relaxed and let out a small smile. She shook her head - she wasn't hungry, she had just taken some Tylenol anyway. She gently tugged on his arm to climb back into bed, her fingers lacing around his, eyes closing.

"Just sleep."

It's all she wanted at this moment.

Sleep.

And unless Andrew woke up and shifted, Mitsuki would keep sleeping.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead as he climbed back into bed in his shorts. Not a few moments later, Mitsuki had fallen asleep, and Andrew, his arm around her and them being snuggled in close. Drifted off as well without much trouble.

For the first time in six years, he didn't dream.

He awoke about an hour later, refreshed and alert more from that one hours than he had been from an entire nights sleep by himself. He reached up, taking the rag from her forehead. He went back into the bathroom, re-dousing it to make it cool again. He did that every hour or two for six hours, sleeping in between. After the six hours, he got out of bed almost without motion so as not to wake her, heading downstairs to check the time. It was five o'clock PM. He took they're dishes from earlier and rinsed them out, sticking them in the dishwasher afterward.

Washing his hands, he went out to the garage, popping the hood of her car as Mitsuki continued to sleep. His garage was nearly soundproof, though if he left the door open he wouldn't be able to fire it up. He took a look at her engine-some of the piston rings were a little fried from the high work she had put it to that day. He took off the engine cover, replaced the rings, then put it back. He replaced the oil, the transmission fluid, and even the window washing fluid, then closed the hood.

Taking off her bumper, her re-shined it, took out the small indent from her accident earlier, then put it back on. All of that within about an hour. Should Mitsuki not have woken up. He would go to his car and pop his hood, and begin to replace all the same fluid, and install his new engine kit. He would fine tune the handling as well as the brakes-all depending on how long she slept. When he was done, he'd go out and feed and water the dog, and look at the time as he came back in.

Eight o'clock.

Time to see how Mitsuki is faring.

He headed upstairs, a small bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands.

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki was disturbed. How would he get any sleep if he kept going back and forth to cool the rag every hour? Did he really get any sleep? She frowned, letting herself fall asleep after he moved, figuring that he'd come anyway and do the same thing. The thing is, he didn't return, and when she sleeps, she leans against things. So you could pretty much tell that she was a bit shifty, because there was no wall, and there was no Andrew to lean on. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms before slipping underneath the covers completely, realizing that she probably smelled like Andrew now, since she was in his bed, wearing his boxers. Everyone had a distinct smell, and it's safe to say that she was fond of his. Maybe she was biased, but eh.

She would have walked around for two hours, but like said previously; it's odd to walk around someone's house by yourself.

And then Andrew came in, with a bowl. Abruptly sitting up, she brushed back her hair with her hand, sending him a questioning look.

"Where were you?"

And she totally forgot that she was lacking in clothing.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew opened the bedroom door, stepping inside quietly just in case she was asleep. She wasn't; she sat up and asked him where he was. He smiled, touching a light on a desk as he walked by it to turn it on. A very soft light splashed across the room, the lowest level of light coming from the touch lamp he had grazed. He set the bowl of soup on the side table, sitting down on the bed beside her. She was in her bra, and her form was very...uh, appealing, would be the word. He tried not to look, though he wouldn't lie and say he didn't want to. He placed his palm to her forehead, sliding it down her face to check her temperature.

"Your fever is going away." He said.

He could always remember his Nanni when he was younger, placing a cool rag on his forehead and changing it on the hour. He slept, and it almost always left him. He was glad to see it did the same for her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling back afterward with a smile.

"I made you some soup, if your hungry. I always used to have some soup when i felt sick. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to." He liked chicken noodle soup, but knew that some people didn't, so he wouldn't really be offended if she turned down the offer. He looked over at the watch beside his bed then back at her. "You know you slept for about nine hours? You must've been tired." He usually didn't sleep as much as he had that day, since his mind wouldn't let him. He was happy she was here, but knew it was probably getting close to the time in which she would need to head home.

Unless she chose to stay the night.

He smiled with an evil thought.

"You up for a shower? Cuz i wouldn't mind one myself..." Yes, he was insinuating they shower together. It was a joke, meant to amuse with the thought of it; he didn't ACTUALLY think they would be showering together.

Still, it was a pleasant thought.

[Mitsuki Park]

He touched her forehead, checking her temperature. He kissed her, made her soup - it was touching, reminded her of when she was younger. She wasn't hungry - rarely was she ever, but she did eat a whole lot to make sure she got her nutrients. That, and she didn't like eating alone. She hoped he didn't mind that she would refuse his offer of chicken noodle soup - although she was very grateful that he made it for her in the first place. Maybe she should have simply accepted it because he made it for her, but like said before - she doesn't like eating alone, or at least, not if there's another person present.

Nine hours? She frowned. She usually only slept six, but maybe following him around for a while took a toll. Or maybe the fever got to her and she slept a little longer than usual? But three hours is a lot of time.

Then came the shower talk.

She arched a brow, hands holding on to the bowl to prevent it from spilling, leaning slightly in toward Andrew.

"I don't think you can handle me."

A smirk, a light scoff, and she pulled away, setting the bowl of chicken noodle off to the side.

But a shower, actually, sounded nice.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Oh really? Don't take it offensively if i doubt that."

He watched her set down the soup, not offended in the least that she didn't eat it. Thats why he had made a small bowl, so just in case she wasn't hungry he wouldn't have wasted much. He got up and walked over to the bathroom, flicking on the light to make sure there was towels. There was, so he went back into his room and got out some more clothes for her, just in case. He realized his still didn't have a shirt on, so he threw a white tank, his white shorts giving him a strange look. He almost always wore some sort of black. He didn't put on his glasses- he would when they-If- they left. He didn't know what time she needed to be home, or if she wanted him to follow her. He realized his bed was huge, and she looked absolutely minuscule in it. He grinned, getting a sudden flashback of them on that mountain, and the small groan she had let out when up against the tree, as well as her hand on his back.

He shook his head with a smile, coming back around to the side of the bed she was on.

"There are towels in on the rack by the shower if you want to take one. I'll leave the clothes on the bed and wait for you downstairs...unless you need me to wash your back for you..."

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki grinned.

"We'll see."

She got off the bed and stood up, feeling as if she were revealing a little too much to Andrew, but he's seen female body parts before, right? She nodded, heading off toward the bathroom. Usually, she would take the clothes with her, but if he was going to wait downstairs, then there was no need to. Besides, if it's been nine hours, her clothes should be dry by now, right? Or so she hoped. She figured her jeans were still a bit wet, but her beater should be dry by now. She stretched out her arms as she closed the door behind her, not bothering to lock it, knowing very well that Andrew wouldn't intrude on her while she was taking her shower.

She stripped down, got washed, wrapped a towel around her body, changed, and bam. Twenty minutes later, she was heading down the stairs in his clothes once again, towel on top of her head as she rustled her hands to get it damp rather than dripping wet.

...well, this seems kind of rushed, but jeez, the narrator seriously doesn't know what to type in this situation, unless the reader would prefer some detailed description on how she took off her clothes, washed her hair and the likes.

But that's too much of a hassle.

Whatever Andrew was doing, she'd walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek. Unless he had another bathroom in his house with a shower, which was quite possible, and was taking a shower, then no. She wouldn't walk in on him just to peck him on the lips.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew watched as she got up and walked into the bathroom, his eyes following after her.

Damn if she doesn't look good. He wondered what she looked like naked....

He again got a mental image, smiling as he took the bowl of soup back downstairs and dumped it down the sink.

Andrew hadn't showered, instead heading back downstairs to fire up his car and see if the new engine kit ran well. It did, the extra hundred horses giving a louder roar then the 500 it had before. He grinned behind the wheel, happy that his baby got some extra power in it. He shut it off, shutting the propped hood as he went back into the house. He was standing at the counter making himself a sandwich when Mitsuki came back downstairs, a towel on her head. He liked the look of her in his clothes, as well as her being in his house. He would liked to have her here all the time, just being around him and going about they're daily activities as though it was nothing.

He leaned down a bit so she could kiss him on the cheek, smiling over at her. After she had gone into the bathroom, it felt weird to be wearing all white, so he had taken off the tank and put on a black sleeveless shirt which hugged his muscular frame. He finished making himself the sandwich, picking it up and asking her a question.

"What time you have to be home?" He said, taking a big hunk out of his PB and J sandwich after asking.

[Mitsuki Park]

Because the narrator doesn't know what day it is, we're just going to go with it starting out as Friday night, then the water thing Saturday morning, with it being Saturday night now. Mkay? Mkay.

She kept on tussling her hair while Andrew moved about, changing shirts and whatnot. After the water stopped dripping out of her hair and was only damp, she pulled the towel off her head and began brushing her fingers through, her hair only slightly tangled. She was sort of regretting that she had slept through the day, because now she wouldn't be able to sleep at the appropriate time. But she mapped it out - she'd stay awake all night and all day on Sunday, then go to sleep early on Sunday and wake up early Monday morning for school. Sounds easy enough, yeah?

"I don't have a curfew, so long as I call."

It's what happens when you live with an older brother who doesn't follow his own set of rules.

"Why? What are you thinking?"