Okay, so I decided to write a Janine/Abe story, mostly because I ship them really hard and there isn't enough fanfiction of them. It's M because of Janine's dream and possible future actions... And yeah, I'm planning five chapters, but who knows. Enough of my ramblings, let's move this along.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Vampire Academy related, Richelle Mead does - if I did, it honestly wouldn't be that good.

His hands were on her; running along her curves in a soft whisper, cupping her in firm grips, teasing her mercilessly and sending restless shivers through her spine. Sweet nothings poured from his lips in a husky tone, making her ear tingle with the warmth of his breath upon it. Her body was on fire, moving frantically against his as he pushed deeper into her; she could feel her lungs burning and her muscles starting to clench, warning her of her fast approaching climax. The friction of his chest against her back was maddening and when she felt his lips touch her ear and whisper her something in what she guessed was Turkish, she felt her control start to slip from her grasp.

The gasp that escaped her lips woke her, and the guardian had to stifle a frustrated groan; it had been years since she'd last had that kind of dream and she was not pleased with what it brought. She was breathing heavily, like she'd just run a marathon; her skin was alive with the ghost-touches she'd been feeling moments earlier; and her body was covered in sweat, making her combo of cotton pants and tank top stick uncomfortably to her body.

Puffing the unbearably warm air out of her chest, she hastily shoved the blankets away from her body, eager to get away from the heat; and moved her small feet to the ground. There was a cool breeze coming from a window she'd left half open before going to bed, an idea she was blessing herself for at that particular moment.

Quick steps took her to the window, where she leaned over, peering at the dark trees in the garden. Her eyes slipped close and she took a deep breath, trying to empty her mind; but a colder gush of wind hit her, causing a shiver to run down her spine and the image of his hands on her body to flash beneath her weary eyelids. With a sigh, she realized that: apparently, it wasn't enough that she'd had a sex-dream about him – oh, how she wished that was the only problem – but the dream had ended at a rather unfortunate moment, leaving her unsatisfied and fidgety.

She rolled her eyes at her own situation and made her way to the bathroom, stealing a quick glance at her alarm clock – which glared a big number three in red blocks, back at her – on the way. Once inside, she checked her reflection on the mirror, noticing the tinted cheeks and dilated pupils. "You're not a teenager anymore, Hathaway. Control yourself." The short dhampir muttered, closing the door.

Her muscles were screaming for a hot shower, so she worked the faucet around, idly wondering if maybe she should take a cold one instead. Janine hated cold showers with all of her heart, but she knew they were a necessary evil sometimes; however not this time, she needed her body to relax, and there was nothing better than the heat to do just that.

As the scalding water slid over her skin, she took a deep breath – yes, she instantly started feeling calmer once her fingers began softly massaging her citric shampoo into her hair. Between the pleasing smell and the heavy air, clouded with steam, the redhead's mid started to drift away; something that – she'd noticed earlier – was very common for her during the precious moments she was alone with the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor.

Travelling from memories of her childhood, to her graduation as a Guardian, and to the moments just after Rose's birth; her thoughts danced fluidly, touching on things she had long forgotten, not really caring if she'd have preferred to not remember some of them at all. While playing around, her brain found a box, the one box she'd so desperately tried to push away.

Memories of him flashed back to her, making her groan in frustration. The last thing she needed was to dwell on how he used to make her feel – or rather, how he still made her feel, if her dream was anything to go by. And she ended back on her dream, his words coming much clearer to her with her mind in a sharper state.

He'd whispered "san çok ihtiyacim var" and the words weren't completely unfamiliar to her; she was sure he'd told her that before, likely in a situation not much different from the one her brain had provided with. Did she even want to remember what those words meant?

Admittedly, it was a dangerous game, but she'd always been a curious woman, even if it got her into a whole lot of trouble. After drying and wrapping herself in a white towel, her feet automatically making their way to her closet. She considered putting another pair of pajamas on, but she wouldn't be able to sleep, and she'd need to wake up after an hour and a half, anyway.

Need. The word vibrated in her brain, making her immediately remember: "san çok ihtiyacim var" meant "I need you so much"; he'd told her that several times whenever they had made love. With a pair of black slacks and a white shirt in her hands, she rolled her eyes and threw herself on the bed. Perhaps she shouldn't have made any efforts to remember anything.

Truth be told, after Rose had been cleared from Tatiana's murder and Vasilisa had been crowned Queen, Abe had been… Courting her. She felt old saying that, but it was the right word choice. What he was doing wasn't flirting – he did that to just about every woman – no, he'd actually befriended Lord Szelsky and found a reason to come around every so often, bringing her things like flowers and chocolates, and trying to sweet talk her.

She'd pushed him away every time, giving him several excuses ranging from work to their ages, but he didn't fall for any of them; in fact, the excuses only seemed to amuse him and make him even more determinate. That annoyed the hell out of her, especially because she was very aware that the only reason they weren't together was because she was afraid.

The first time they had parted ways had been hard on her; she'd just found out that she was pregnant and knowing what that would do to their lives, she chose to go away and not tell him. She'd thought she could handle everything and she'd been terrified of how he'd react to the news anyways. Hence why, after Rose was born, she buried herself into her work, taking absolutely no time off. So sure, she was afraid they wouldn't be able to make a relationship work and frankly, she didn't think she could handle a relationship with him not working.

As she was pulling her pants up, her eyes caught sight of her calendar and she almost fell down. How could have she forgotten that he'd be coming for a visit that day? And not only that, but he was actually going to be staying in the house for a week. If she hadn't felt like crying out of frustration before, right at that moment, that was all she wanted to do.

Usually she was very controlled, but contrary to popular belief, she wasn't actually made of stone, and she hadn't been with a man in – Oh God, had it really been that long? Anyway, the point was that she had no idea how she was going to react around him; it had been hard enough to turn him down without the stupid dream, what would happen to her with those images tickling her nerves?

There was nothing to do other than forcefully calm herself down and just deal with it like a grown woman – though she wasn't exactly sure how that was. As her finger quickly buttoned up her shirt, she took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself; that was going to be one hell of a week.

So, if you guys could tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate it :) I'll try to update often, but it being my last year of High School, I'm not sure how that is going to work out...