It was in the middle of the night, around three, and Elvis was still awake. The soft sound of his girlfriend snoring next to him was comforting, but he was suddenly craving ice cream and he simply didn't want to get up and get it himself. So, he put his book away and scooted closer to her, slipping his arm around her waist and kissing the back of her neck and whispering in her ear until she woke up.

"Yittle," he murmers, tightening his arm around her waist. "Baby wants iddytream.."