Ned had been plagued by dreams where he could touch Chuck. Whether they were good dreams or bad, he had yet to decide, but he knew one thing for sure - they went beyond that first and only kiss.

Ned was awaken by a particularly lovely one this morning. As he turned to face his darling Chuck, he wondered what kinds of dreams went through her head. Could someone brought back from the dead dream? If so, did she ever dream of him? Lost in his own thoughts, he did not notice Chuck staring back at him.

"Well good morning, I think."

Ned became concerned, "You think? You've only just opened your eyes, and you are unsure of the day?" Had his face given away too much? He felt like a boy again, being caught staring in class.

Chuck giggled, "Judging by your brow, it doesn't seem like a good morning. Bad dream?"

Ned decided he might as well use this time well.

"Do… you ever dream?" His cheeks turning pink as the question stumbled out of his mouth.

"Mmmm," Chuck pursed her lips and shut her eyes to think. A smile replaced her pursed lips, and as her eyes opened, a naughty look met his frightened face. "I had quite the vivid one actually. Care to hear it?"

Ned only nodded his headed quickly, unsure of what was to come of this "sharing."

Chuck closed her eyes and began.

"Well, we are in the Pie Hole. Actually, I'm just coming in, and it smells of fresh baked pie, so I know you've already started cooking. As I make my way to the back I just catch you pulling the fresh apple pie out of the oven. You're slightly bent over and just wearing your apron…"

"Just my apron?" Ned begins to blush again. That seems like a bit of a hazard around hot stoves and pies. As well as a sanitary concern. He shakes his head, trying not to ruin the fun.

Chuck continues.

"Yes, just an apron. As you turn around to set the pie on the counter, you smile as you turn to face me. I smile to the sight of my darling Ned, cheeks, forehead, and nose covered in flour.

As I approach you, you put down your oven mitt, and pull my waist in to meet you. Batting my eyelashes I tease you,

'You're almost as filthy as this countertop. What am I to do with such a messy man?'

Our lips meet for a brief kiss. Pulling back to get another look at my pie maker, you begin to laugh now.

I blush, 'What could be so funny? You're the mess!'

You bring your finger to my nose, gently brushing the tip to expose the flour now on me.

'I'm not the only dirty one,' you chuckle.

I bight my lower lip as I cover my hand in the flour of the counter. 'On the contrary, Ned,' I smack your ass with the flour covered hand, 'you're the dirty one.'

You turn to take in your bare ass, now covered with white flour and contrasted by my red handprint.

Again, not a word for you, only your hands pressing me onto the countertop, your teeth biting my neck."

Ned is now in bed squirming, and Chuck has only just started. Her long break to see the pie maker's clenched jaw and narrow eyes.

"I don't believe you're quite done yet," Ned growls.

Chuck bites onto her lower lip, only to make Ned's breathing more erratic.

"How about I show you the rest of the story?"

Chuck slowly slides her hands under her blankets, maintaining eye contact with Ned. As her hand begins to work her now dripping slit, Ned's hand follows beneath his sheets.

The two stare at one another, taking in their faces of pure delight. Chuck's moans mixed with Ned's grunts, along with the image fueled by Chuck's dream, the two pleasure themselves while fueling the other's momentum.

Ned's jaw begins to drop has he nears his finish, and Chuck begins to work harder to meet hers with his. Their moans, soon developing into cries, as the two finish, calling out each other's names.

As the two lay there, in their separate beds, entangled in their own sheets they smile at one another.

Ned sighs, looking over at the equally as satisfied Chuck, "That was much better than plastic wrap."