A/N: Yes, I'm alive, and kicking, so thank you to anybody who still continues to read and review my updates. This is rather much shorter (Well, okay, I admit it, A LOT shorter) than my normal updates, forgiveness please! I also wrote it... about a year ago, so it's not quite so good; sorry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. All reviews are read&appreciated, and I'll reply to every one. Thank you again for stopping by!

I was cold, tired, and I somehow had a carving for meat right in the middle of the night. The thing that had surprised me most, however, was the fact that my need for warmth was much overtaking my need for meat. This was something that happened very, very, very rarely and, as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't know what to do.

I looked down at myself. I was clothed in red and white Pj's with bunnies on them, my long brown hair hanging loose around my head. Without knowing it, I drew my knees up and tucked my arms around them as if I was protecting myself, making myself warmer. It didn't seem to work, and now the bed sheets were wrapped all around me in a very uncomfortable way. I considered waking Oz up to unwind me, but decided that I'd go with the simpler option, and with one swift movement I kicked them off me, and sat, shivering there, in the middle of my hard bed.

On the other side of the room, was Oz, looking as warm as could be, all curled up, his spiky yet soft blonde locks just touching the pillow. He looked so warm! It would be okay to swap beds, wouldn't it? Or maybe just… share? Yes, it was sure to be. He was my manservant after all; he'd do anything I asked.

I climbed off the bed and down at the floor, hesitantly putting my first foot down as if I was about to enter a swimming pool, or take a first plunge into the sea. I was cold, but not as cold that I could bear it, if it would mean warmth at last. Padding along, I finally reach my destination.

"Oi! Oz!" I muttered as loudly as I could, shaking his shoulder. I was trying to be gentle; but it didn't come naturally to me.

"Mmmmm A-Alice?" I heard from deep inside the bed covers.

"Yes, it me, your mistress! As my manservant, you are reliable for keeping me safe, and Oz, I'M COLD!" I whined into his ear.

"Yeah. I guess. What do you want me to do, Alice?" Oz asked me, as if what I wanted wasn't apparent. Honestly, I should have picked a cleverer manservant. But, then again I knew that I appreciated him really, and what was it the Big Sis Shannon was talking about? Ah yes. Love. I loved Oz.

"I want to get into your bed with you! NOW, Oz!" I whisper-shouted as loudly as I could.

Sighing, he lifted up the covers for me to craw inside next to him.

"You're sure this isn't about anything else, Alice?" He said in that cheeky why that only Oz could do. But, for once I actually considered his question. Was it about something else? Something more than the need for warmth? Was it what Big Sister Shannon called 'Attraction'? No. It couldn't be...

"I'm just COLD, Oz!" I replied snappily, settling down into the pillows and sniffing Oz's hair while gradually falling asleep. I had time to mutter "It's warm, in your arms, Oz..." Before I fell completely asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was as warm as could be.

~~~END OF STORY~~~