Pimples Included 7

First to wake up was Molly. Her body clock woke her up a few minutes before 6am. The sun was not quite up yet, which was unusual for this time of year (thank the Goddess…?) As soon as she tried to sit up, a tidal wave of dizziness and headache pushed her right back down.

"Auuughhffff…" Molly managed. She buried herself under the musky covers. She turned to her side to admire her lover. The wave of pain disappeared once she laid eyes on him.

Ignis was in a very deep sleep, exhausted from last night's activities. Though his thick, orange-blond hair was everywhere, his face looked so peaceful, Molly couldn't help but smile. She lovingly brushed stray hairs from his face. Ignis sighed in his sleep. His eyes moved under his eyelids, as if looking around a beautiful dream-world.

I wonder what Ignis is dreaming about, Molly thought while gazing at his sleeping face. She slowly propped herself on an elbow. She thought of the first time Ignis explained a dream of his to her…

Two years ago…

Molly and Ignis were becoming close friends. She brought a basket of her summer oranges and a hot thermos of coffee to keep her warm, mostly. Ignis made a patch of grass grow just at the side of this throne so they could put down a blanket and have their weekly picnic. Ignis's cold heart started to melt and he looked forward to their weekly picnics, much to the Harvest Goddess's relief.

"I…had a dream last night," Ignis had to start the conversation this time. Molly had half an orange in her mouth.

Molly quickly downed the oranges with coffee. She choked and punched her chest, earning a disturbed, confused ಠ_ಠ face from Ignis.

"Dream? What kinda dream?" Molly managed after swallowing roughly. "Waitaminute, you don't sleep. How do you have dreams?"

Ignis put a finger to his temple.

"How to explain this to a…hm…from time to time, I enter into a trance and into the dream-world. For us gods, we can enter it either voluntarily or involuntarily. As for the case of last night, it was involuntary…"

Ignis paused when he noticed Molly was staring at him in…awe?

"That's. So. COOL. For me, I can never even remember my dream right after I wake up but only sometimes. Uh…go on," Molly smiled a toothy smile.

"Well, I was pulled into the dream-world and…I saw myself, surrounded by tall skyscrapers of the city, just like where you used to live. I went into a room of a condominium and I was at the foot of a short flight of stairs in a unit. There seemed to be a family fighting.

"The daughter, it seemed, to be rebelling to her parents. I did not see any of them though. And then…next I was falling headfirst from the roof of the condominium. Beside me, was a young girl of…fourteen, I presume. A baby. She was falling headfirst too, and she had tears in her eyes. I did not get to see her face, though."

"What…what happened next?"

"Nothing. I came back to the real world. I do not know the meaning of the dream. At times, the dream-world is a confusing place where…" Ignis looked over to Molly, who was staring at him and had tears in her eyes. Her hand was on her upper chest, like her heart was broken.

"Is something wrong?" Ignis asked, unsure of what to do.

"IGNIS, WAKE UP!"

"AAAaaagGHhh…."

Ignis awoke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the smell of toasting bread, and the beautiful sensation of a gargantuan migraine.

"What has overcome you mind…nngh…" Ignis buried his spinning head in the pillows. "…To rouse me…at this unholy hour? Unnngh…"

Molly was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Unholy it is, alright. It's 9 o' clock, sleepy!"

Ignis attempted to walk towards the kitchen but fell out of bed instead, dragging the sheets and his hair with him. Molly just looked at him with an amused face. She went over to him and kneeled on the floor.

"Mnnngh…what…what is happening to me?" He said with his hands in his hair and his face on the rug.

"It's a hangover, dearie. Here," Molly held out some cold water. "The morning after is usually hard."

Ignis rolled onto his back to drink the water.

"Breakfast in ten!" Molly cheerfully said as she skipped back to the kitchen.

"There…there was something added in that liquor," Ignis said after he drank the whole glass. "You should tell Kathy in case she gave some of that wine to anyone else."

"Yeah, thanks to her, I don't think I can ever run again," Molly said, massaging her painful hips.

Ignis's face filled with concern at the sight.

"I…I apologize. I should not have let myself get carried away…" he said with guilt.

Ignis struggled to stand. He sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Don't be sorry," Molly knelt down by the bed. "It felt good last night."

Ignis looked up and Molly kissed him. He returned the kiss and licked the slit between her lips, requesting entry. His warm tongue slipped in and Molly moaned at the feeling, remembering the night before. Ignis broke off the kiss when the heat and dizziness took over again.

Molly chuckled. "Why don't you take a cold bath while I set up the food? Unless…" She eyed his growing erection. "…You want to go at it again?"