9 Chapter 9-Land of Nod/Cold Mountain

"Why on earth would I carry a match or lighter in my sleep? Do I look like I carry a pocket in these pants?" He answered irritably, "This woman is amusing him in the wrong way," he thought.

"Pajamas!" She corrected him, smiling. The idea of him in those Superman pyjamas was by far the most entertaining of all, and yet erotic. She giggled mentally.

"Just kidding, I have one here in my pocket, why won't you get me some twigs perhaps? I could use a little help. I'm frozen to death, "she added dramatically.

"No, Catherine, I am not your slave, so go get it yourself and start a fire. I don't even care if you freeze. Wait, who was Elsa? " He muttered.

Ignoring him, she murmured, "I hate this man. Aahhh, I hate him back and forth, pajamas or not." Chuckling again, he picked up some twigs behind him and suddenly stopped.

"Wait, seriously? You don't know who Elsa is? " She asked, shock clearly on her face.

"No. And do I look like I care, Catherine? " He loves her name, running smoothly through his lips. Feeling something odd, however, was giving him a longing for something or someone. It was a feeling that he couldn't explain.

"Where the hell have you been? On Mars? Who on earth doesn't know who Elsa is? Every kid, every parent, everyone on this planet recognises her, everywhere! So you don't know who Olaf is? Anna?" She shouted back, trying to gain her bearings, picking up more twigs. I was shocked and amused.

Silence. He didn't answer her back.

He decided to ignore her instead.

It was a movie, okay? The title is Frozen. It was a movie back in 2013, a blockbuster animation, and who won two Academy Awards for Best Animated Feature and Best Original Song and so on, and yet you didn't know this? " She asked. Still surprised that he didn't know it all.

"No," he was perplexed, and the lingering irritation in his mind was visible in his face from a mile away.

"I can't believe this. Oh dear old Olaf, somebody's frozen heart needs to have your summer." She scoffed facing him and added, "Do you wanna build a snowman?" She asked, then paused... She sang the next line...giggling she couldn't contain her laugher.

"Woman, what the heck are you laughing about? Sean asked her while sitting down. A little smile was visible on his face. Watching her so carefree made his heart beat faster, and some unknown feelings were about to surface, but he ignored them.

"Your life is boring as hell." She teased

"You know what, I'm going to tell you the story, you poor poor poor soul." She exaggeratedly added.

"A long long time ago, in the kingdom far far away..."

"Catherine! Hell, Stop! Stop!" He yelled at her, his eyes threatening. The burst of his anger was perceptibly on the edge.

She stopped, still giggling.

She had been secretly ecstatic that he hated it when she annoyed him. She'd left already, returned to her bed, with her yellow silky duvet covering her warmly, but Ni! she was stuck on this mountain with him, and she'd been astounded when on many occasions thereafter, she cracked Sean's shells a little.

She doesn't want to leave him here alone, with the unknown; and Dang! why does her name sound so erotic on his lips? She kind of likes it when he calls her by her name, less the sneer, of course. She hated it

But why does it sound so romantic or erotic? He sounds like a lover calling the love of his life when, in reality, he even looks ridiculously cute in his pajamas.

Nevertheless, she disliked the way he rigidly maintained that cold, formal professional relationship with her, and she knew she drove him crazy mentally, but he had yet to disappoint her.

She wonders if he's cold or not, and maybe not. He doesn't appear to be freezing at all. Unlike her, she couldn't even feel her fingers; without a coat on and without the gloves, it felt like she was holding a block of ice.

Silently complaining about the cold, she gathers some more twigs and some small useable branches, while he, being Zeus himself, just observes her without even a single blink.

Wait a minute. What? Was he...? Was he sleeping?

He isn't blinking at all; he looks lost in his thoughts!

Tearing up some more twigs, she lights them up with her hands, concentrating, hoping that Sean won't notice her.

When it's done, she slowly and very carefully walks through the god of the underworld, Hades, who is super-yummy-hot himself. Okay, find it. Maybe she was exaggerating a little, but he looks good in his pajamas, with those abs and those arms ha! She could get used to this. She thought about it.

"Mr. Walton, are you okay? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine, now that your fire is up, shall we proceed on this important matter in hand? He responded, sighing while walking through the mini bonfire she'd made with her so-called match.

She won't notice anyway, so she won't tell him that she never had a match in her pocket in the first place, and basically, the fire in this Land of Nod was her friend, her long-lost only friend;

However, what was more important right now was him walking slowly in front of her, taking small steps lost in his thoughts, and that my friend was the best idea he had ever had.

Damn! I watched him walk away in his pajamas. Those butt cheeks are amazing! Smiling to herself, she wonders how it would feel if she touched those fancy little butts.

However, Catherine cursed as she felt the biting cold chill on her bones as she moved closer to the fire. She shivered and touched her face with both hands, warming it up. She groaned that it was becoming increasingly difficult to have a conversation with this man.

A moment later, she stood up.

"Did you hear that?" She asked in a panicked voice. She'd never heard those sounds before, deafening and ear-splitting, coming from above the Smokey mountains.