Dream Lover [Giovanni & Nimue | Saga]

Everything was a surprise, the dream was taking them in a smooth ride to somewhere, without anything really outside. Time and such did not seem to match. They were in one of his cars though obviously in the backseat and they could snuggle, hug and kiss which he probably wished for but Giovanni always drove so they couldn't as that would be distracting. He did not really own a limousine, but did no one dreamed of this, just having all the time in the world and feeling luxurious? She felt luxurious, she was luxurious, in the dress, in the light, everything about her at this point was pretty. Nothing could ruin her hair, her face, her outfit, her touch. She would just be in his arms, snuggle close to him and wait for them to arrive.

Tokyo Tower, or the Eiffel tower or his restaurant, whatever you wanted to call it, was empty. Obviously, in a dream-like this you could get your special place all by yourself. And it would make her look up brightly when they arrived saying it was the best place ever. She kissed him immediately as they went up with the elevator to the special place and so on. She would graciously take her seat, while in the harsh reality, she ungracefully pulled the blankets away from Giovanni. But in the dream she did not, she would stare at him, lovingly with having no time to get her eyes off him, everything about him was amazing. Not to be able to be described, that's how she looked at him. He was an amazing mafia boss, she would learn that maybe soon and would love him even more, her brave man. "anything you want." She said smiling, leaning on her hands to look at him, "You could feed me." Her smile oh so sweetly, her eyes so shiny and glimmering, it was almost unnatural... oh wait it was.

They would wait a little bit for their meal and she would sit now not opposite Giovanni but closer next to him, holding his free left hand with both hers. And she watched him as he gave her a gift and she took it, well not really, she extended her left hand to put it around her ring finger and just her face flustered, her heart beating a lot which was clearly visible. Like a sort of rhythm sound in the background. "It is so beautiful." She said, getting lost into it. She smiled and held it obviously to the necklace that she had been wearing all the time. Or not.

She looked up from her hand and watched as he took it and the worried look on his face. She brushed the hair away from his eyes and looked worried as well. "A confession?" She asked softly and delicate. That's what she was now, a delicate human being, like a porcelain doll that could break at any given moment. She gasped and let go of his hand and it seemed like she was wobbling of her chair. Oh, poor dream Nimue did faint, this was too much for her. But if Giovanni caught her, and waited for her to wake up, she would softly put her hand on his cheek, "I will always love you, no matter what you do for a living." She said to him and she romantically kissed him as if again this was a movie where the best of the best only happened to the lucky main character.

In real life, Nimue finally turned around and snuggled close in the arms around her, bumping her nose against Giovanni's chest made her wake up a little, blink with her eyelashes, rubbing her nose before finally nuzzling back in and closing her eyes, to dream on with her own dream.

Slowly her beautiful more golden then her original colour eyes opened and she batted her full eyelashes at the handsome man as if she was indeed sleeping beauty. She watched him, her eyes immediately worried, putting her hand on his cheek before she kissed him. She kissed him a couple of times, again like in a romantic movie, it takes seconds, minutes before they were done but no one in the restaurant seemed to mind. She would just be there in his arms and listen to him as she sat up a little more and explained to him that she would always love him. She snuggled close in his arms as he held her, telling her that it was the best day and she smiled and giggled, yes it was. It was amazing and she turned to look at him again after he asked his very important question, "Join you?" She tilted her head a little, "You think I can?" Because well she was, of course, a damsel and she could be in distress quite often? Well in this dream at least Giovanni was more or less the hero than that Nimue was and she smiled though, "But of course I will." Work together with him, join him, do everything he wanted. "That means we can be together more right? All the time? That would be so romantic." And just be in his arms all the time.

"What would you have me do?" She asked him as they would get up from the floor and make adjustments, would they finish their drink and the like or would they leave the restaurant and immediately go to work? That was the question for the dream, the question for reality was how he found her lips in the dark, it was probably because she had pushed herself up after bumping her nose against him and she again opened her eyes a little, smiled before pulling his arm over her and getting closer, moving one of her legs over his, like a teddybear she snuggled close, nights like these were the best.

Dream Nimue would just stare at Giovanni, the familiar click would make place for a bullet, not that anyone would see but she would just stare at her stomach where a red big puddle appeared on the creme coloured dress and her hands shivered and she would eventually fall. But before that happened Giovanni did get up.

The real Nimue however was thrown out of bed. More or less, Cuz she was in his arms and he accidentally pushed her by moving upwards and just moving his arms and she got shoved backwards and "Wha~" She let out a yelp and with blankets and all, because she tried to grab those Nimue fell off. The push already had woken her up so it was at least something. But Nimue wouldn't be Nimue if it wasn't her biggest concern, "Giovanni?" She said as she got up from the floor and looked at him with worry in her eyes, she quickly pulled the blankets around her and climbed back on the bed. She climbed closer, on hands and knees and watched him, his feverish eyes, the sweat on his brow and she pulled him in her arms, against her chest. "Ssssh, it was a nightmare." She moved her fingers softly in his hair, holding him close to her and just kissing the top of his head, "I am here."

She almost let out another little yelp as he grabbed her, embraced her, hugged her and smothered her. She did not know what happened and she brushed his hair, held him close to her and made soft shushing sounds to make sure he would calm down. It was all a nightmare, it would be all aright and she was here. Everything was important about him, she would want him to talk to her, but that wasn't the most important part now. First, it was to calm him down. She combed through his hair, kissed his head and that was all she could do.

"I promise." It was a promise she intended to keep. She felt happy with him around her, she wanted to be around him every day, every moment and thus this was an easy promise to make. "I will not go anywhere." She continued to move her fingers through his hair, continued to make soft humming sounds to calm him down and remain seated on her knees so he could hold on to her and she could hold on to him. "Do you want to talk about it?" She finally asked when he finally became a little calmer, she was not sure if that was the good approach but she would give him every minute, all the space, anything he needed. He would be okay, she shivered, what kind of bad dream did that have to be.

She held quiet as he said it. Confessed what it was that made him wake up in a dream, with a push and a scream and she stared at him. Silent, looking from one eye to the other to see if he was serious now that they met eye to eye. Lost her. That's of course why he said not to leave him. She had not realized it would scare him so much and she hated how in this situation where he felt horrible, she felt the butterflies swirl in her stomach as if she was going crazy because he said something romantic. "Never." She said again and nuzzled in his arms, this time the other way around. Head on his chest, listening to his racing heart and she just would hold on like that, holding on to his shoulders, remaining upright to support him. This was just them now. She nodded, made a mhm sound to agree with him that he didn't want to talk about it. She let go of Giovanni when he asked for the time and she shook her head and held his head softly in her arms. "I think around three maybe?" She kissed him, on his cheek, on his chin, on his forehead, nose, lips, everywhere on every side.

Finally she let go to check the time, it was indeed three. "It's three, twenty-seven." Holding up her phone to show him. She pulled the blankets correctly as they had fallen off with her and went to lie on her pillow again and looked at Giovanni, opening her arms to invite him to come close to her. "do you want to try and sleep again?" Or maybe they should get a drink or something? It would be fine, it was a nightmare. Nothing would happen... nothing at all.