I am soooooo sorry for the crazy long wait, I wasn't even in a hospital this time. I had it written for like a month now, and Ive just never got around to posting it until now.

Breakfast the next morning was pleasanter than it was yesterday.

Sebastian, of course, woke up before Bianca. He spent the first five minutes of his morning staring at the unfamiliar girl in his arms. She was a fighter, he could tell. Not as much as his sister, but for a mundane she was pretty feisty. She had a pretty good death glare, which he had experienced the other day. It was almost as death-inducing as his.

Almost. No one could beat his death glare.

At the moment she wasn't wearing her Mask that Entices Fear in the Hearts of her Enemies. Her eyelashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks in the bright morning light streaming in from the window, her eyebrows and forehead smoothed out of its usual scowl. He longed to trace the outline of her plush pale pink lips, an urge that surprised him. He hadn't felt drawn to anyone other than his sister like this in a long time.

Sometimes he felt it toward the Seelie Queen, her features as cold as they were beautiful, and then they would go to bed together, but the blonde in his arms wasn't nearly as commercially beautiful as the Queen. She was pretty, yes, but in a softer way, less commanding way. Someone's first thoughts upon looking at her were different from someone's first thoughts about say, Isabelle Lightwood, or a supermodel.

She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but he could clearly see her beauty that morning.

She stirred, and he decided it was time to either get up, or drop back asleep; it wouldn't do for her to wake up and see him admiring her.

He didn't like it when people, although there were only a few, who could tear off his Mask that Entices Fear in the Hearts of his Enemies knew of the power they welded concerning him.

He flopped back on his back and stared up at his ceiling. It was, for the most part, smooth, but there still were the little plateaus and valleys in the paint, which he followed across with his eyes. He always wondered why it was like that, wouldn't it just be easier to make a flat surface instead of taking the time to make it all bumpy? Those were the thoughts that entertained his mind until the blankness of deep sleep closed in on him.

…...

Two hours later, Sebastian was still away burning buildings in dreamland, but Bianca was waking.

Her eyes popped open with a start, and she was faintly surprised to see white walls, instead of the green colored hills with talking daisies of the dream she was having before being dragged back to reality by God knows what. Upon feeling the warmth of someone pressed behind her, and the weight of someone's arm across her middle, she was a little disturbed, because of what she just woke up from.

Her dream started fairly normal, or as normal as her dreams went. She was wearing a flow-y white sundress that billowed out with each move of her legs. She was skipping barefoot through a lush green meadow, each skip taking her impossibly high. However, as part of the laws of dreams, it felt completely normal.

She only stopped when she came to a tree with the face of someone she knew on it, a friend, although she couldn't recall now who it was for the life of her.

The tree greeted her warmly, and she responded in the same manner. Soon a light discussion of fracking (if you don't know what that is, I would suggest you join Ms. Wilkinson's sixth grade science class except Ms. Wilkinson is evil and I wouldn't ever want to put someone through such pain . She made me write a song about fracking and then played this horribly catchy song about it on youtube. "What the frack is going on, with this fracking going on…" Truly awful. I'm so glad those years are over) in the enchanted forest started. Still, the feeling of normalcy was there.

Sometime along that conversation, the tree turned into her mother, who began lecturing her about the importance of God in life. Bianca, as every good girl should, agreed with her mother. She turned away to motion to all the green fields around her, making a point about how God created everything, and when she looked back, her mother had been replaced by Sebastian.

He came up to her with an air of familiarity and pulled her toward him in a kiss. Bianca, much to her horror once woken, responded positively and kissed him back with a grin. He asked her how the daisies were doing, to which she said good.

Her attention turned downward, and discovered without surprise all of the flowers had faces and were talking. A purple on engaged Sebastian in conversation, to which he continued. That is, until he stepped on the daisy, squashing it under his boot. Bianca turned to him in horror, but still found his face as handsome and comforting as before, making it hard for her to stay mad at him.

He began squashing all the daisies, his familiar smile widening as the air filled with flower-screams. Bianca yelled at him to stop, but he just reached out and grabbed her hand before continuing. She was still screaming when she woke up.

Now awake, she turned around in her captor's arms. He was still out of it, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth even while asleep. He seemed very peaceful, although if she knew what he was dreaming about she wouldn't have thought that.

His sleepy smile widened, and Bianca couldn't help but smile back. Without either his scowl or smirk on, she could see he actually was quite attractive. His soft smile was actually very likeable.

As was, a minute later she realized, his laugh when it wasn't maniacal. Still asleep, he was chuckling softly.

He laughs in his sleep, that's adorable, she thought, wishing she knew what he was dreaming.

She should have been glad she didn't.

Hungry, she rolled out of bed, Sebastian's shirt bouncing down to her thighs. It had rucked up to her stomach during the night. She was glad for the blanket that had covered her, and Sebastian was still asleep when she climbed out of bed.

She quietly tip toed down the stairs in her nightclothes, it probably was more covering than what was picked out for her anyway, to the kitchen. After scouting it out for ingredients, she prepared the batter for her pancakes. Even though he did it yesterday, somehow it was hard for her to imagine him performing domestic activities such as cooking.

A small smile appeared on her face at the thought of purposefully going to watch TV on the couch to watch him flip pancakes, but then reality set in and she realized that if he really wasn't into flinging anything in the air besides people and knives, he would make the top ramen she found in the pantry, have someone else cook the pancakes, or worse, ask her to cook the pancakes.

The thought of having to do something he told her to do, even if it was something she didn't mind doing, was horrible enough to make her shudder and continue pouring the milk in the pancake mixture.

…..

Sebastian woke up alone, and very disoriented.

Still groggy, he rubbed his head, recalling his strange, yet pleasurable dream.

What the fuck was that about? He thought. Sure, he liked the blonde well enough, he guessed, but…

He was standing on top of a skyscraper, holding an inexhaustible bottle of gasoline upside-down, dumping its contents on the city below him.

That lasted a while, but eventually he got bored of preparing, and lit a match. He dropped it down, onto his puddles of highly flammable liquid below. Somehow, the long drop didn't extinguish the small flame. Three seconds later the entire city became the kindling for his bonfire.

Flames soared, five, six, seven, feet up. Burning people ran around screaming. Sebastian watched it all from his perch, laughing.

What he didn't know was his temporarily unconscious body began laughing to, charming Bianca.

He leaped off the building and landed in a crouch on the sidewalk below. He confidently strode on through the swarms of people. Small squares of his surroundings began to flip like the tiles on a playground, except instead of showing a block color on the other side, a hotel hallway. It took about two minutes dream-time for the street to completely disappear.

The hallway of his new environment was that of a typical hotel. Well-trodden red carpet with a swirling tan and green design, rough beige walls with white stripes, bright white doors with golden handles and a card swiper, and plagues with numbers on them.

He stopped at room number 666, and opened the door without showing his hotel card, if he even had one.

Inside, it contained plush blue-grey carpets and the front room of a suite. Large oil paintings hung on the walls in ordinate gold frames. But it wasn't the fancy room he was there for.

He turned the corner and took in the scene in front of him.

On a large four-post bed with gold colored blankets seductively lay his sister. A thin silk black robe hung on her small frame. Her red hair lay across one shoulder. Upon seeing him, she smiled.

He sauntered to her, and slipped the robe off her shoulders. She sat up and yanked on his shirt. Once it was off and flung to the side she went for his belt. He responded by feverously yanking on the ribbon that held her robe around her waist. It wasn't long until there were both completely stripped.

He pressed his mouth against her and pushed her down against the bed. She ran her hands up and down his chest, causing him to shiver. Encouraged by his response, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer. He gripped her hips and repositioned them so he lay completely on top of her on the bed.

He pulled away for a second to look at her. Clary. Finally, after all this waiting, she was his.

To his surprise, though, it wasn't Clary underneath him anymore, but Bianca.

Dream-Sebastian didn't seem to mind. He reached his hand up to her breast, and covered her mouth with his own. Bianca moaned from under him.

A few minutes later, much to his dismay, he woke up

…..

Sebastian joined Bianca in the kitchen a few minutes later. She had a stack of small pancakes on a plate on one side of the stove, and a bowl of batter on the other.

She glanced up from her cooking. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. He thought he saw her blush a little bit, but dismissed it as his imagination completely losing its shit from last night's dream. He knew he was at least.

Goal of the day: act normal around blondie.

He believed he should be on mission: impossible with that task ahead of him.

"Thanks for pancakes," he tried. His eyes fell to her breasts, almost completely hidden in his shirt, then quickly pulled them away.

Bianca quirked an eyebrow at him. "Who says you're getting any?" she said mischievously.

Sebastian pulled himself up on the counter next to her and grabbed the first one off the top. It burned his fingers and he quickly dropped it on a plate. "Me."

Bianca frowned down at her spatula, remembering that she was still a prisoner, and was living with a control freak. He could seem fine now, but she knew that if she didn't do exactly as he said, his mood could change at the snap of a finger.

It wasn't as if she wasn't planning on sharing, she could never eat all of the pancakes she made alone, but him taking it was a reminder that she didn't really have much of a choice.

Sebastian didn't seem to notice her change in mood and busied himself searching the kitchen for syrup. Unfortunately, he didn't spend much time organizing it, and found himself rummaging through cabinets containing anything from spices to kitchen knives.

At last he found a bottle at the very back of the top shelf of the cupboard near the fridge, and groaned.

It was almost empty. Which meant…

Grocery shopping.