Dream About You

Disclaimer: ASOUE is not mine. It belongs to Lemony Snicket, and I'm only borrowing to have fun with it.

“Orphans!” Count Olaf’s menacing voice called out

“Where is my roast beef?” He inquired in an annoyed tone

Count Olaf and his troupe were mean and cruel to the Baudelaires. While the eldest Baudelaire served the ungrateful pigs dinner they looked at Violet in a very blatant manner. Staring especially at her chest area, Klaus noted. Violet felt terribly uncomfortable when she felt them ogle at her. She felt as though her privacy had been intruded. Throughout the whole dinner the only thing that kept her from totally losing it was Klaus, the loving, sweet and caring looks he gave her kept her from throwing the plates at Count Olaf instead of carefully place them on the table.

After dinner Olaf locked them up in their ‘wonderful’ bedroom which he said they should be very grateful for wished them a ‘good night’ and told them they should get lots of sleep because they had lots of fantastic things that he had planned for them tomorrow. Which the Baudelaires guessed were back breaking labor chores.


All siblings must share, whether it is an apple, a toy or bed it’s nice to share with your siblings. Klaus and Violet were nice people so instead of making one person sleep on the floor and the other on a bed, they decided it would be best to share the rickety old bed in the smelly room Olaf gave them. It’s easy to share an apple with your sibling because you can just cut it in half, it’s easy to share a toy because one person can have half an hour with it and then pass it to the next so they can have half an hour with the toy and pass it back, but it is not easy to share a small single bed because the Baudelaires couldn’t cut the bed in half because they didn’t have a saw or a ruler and of course they couldn’t have one sleeping on the bed for half an hour and the other sleeping on the bed for the other half. So, they shared the squeaky bed.

“Ow, Violet, you just jabbed me in the ribs” Klaus groaned

“Sorry Klaus,” Violet said apologetically.

No matter how hard they tried neither Violet nor Klaus could get in a comfortable position in the tiny bed without unintentionally jabbing or poking the other.

“Maybe I should just sleep on the floor” Klaus suggested.

“No Klaus, It would be too cold for you on the floor” Violet said

“But neither of us would get a wink of sleep tonight,” Klaus protested

Violet answered by wrapping her body around Klaus’s

“Much better” She whispered huskily in his ear

Klaus felt the temperature raised by about 10 degrees at Violet’s words.

Did she know she was teasing him?

The warmth from Violet made Klaus feel secure and less cold from the harsh wind which gusted in from the numerous cracks in the window. He eased into her, and closed his eyes.

His eyes shot open when an electric charge flowed thorough his whole body when Violet’s warm tongue came in contact with his ear.

“Violet.., what are you doing?”

“What I have wanted to do for quite awhile” she answered in the same husky voice which sent tingles racing down his spine. A surge of excitement went through Klaus.

Klaus was stunned that Violet had wanted him too, that she craved him as much as he craved her. Am I dreaming?

He turned his head so that he could kiss her fully. Klaus dipped his head to nip and bite gently at her neck. His tongue traveled up to side of Violet’s neck and onto her right ear. Violet moaned loudly at Klaus’s ministrations. Both siblings were excited and aroused. Klaus slid his hand under the hem of Violet’s dress.

Pajamas He thought. Another thing they didn’t have. The only clothing the Baudelaire’s had was the clothes they wore to Briny Beach and a few pairs of underwear Mr. Poe had bought them while they were staying with him. Mr. Poe had thought to buy them underwear, warm winter coats and day clothes but not pajamas. Klaus wondered if they would be doing this if the fire had never happened. Probably not he decided. They would be asleep in their own beds in comfortable pajamas. Not snuggled up in a feeble attempt to bring warmth in a tiny single bed. How had their life gotten so complicated?

All Klaus’s thoughts flew out the window when he felt Violet’s hand wrap around a certain part that normal sisters don’t touch on their brother.