Title: Dreaming Of You

Author: Lance Robert Weeler

Rating: R

Spoilers: AU after "Red"

Disclaimers: I don't own the show or any of the characters. If I did, they'd be on HBO, where you know I'd be doing naughty things with them.

Summary: Sequel to Despair... just what the heck happened in between the final chapter and the epilogue? Hormonal Cluffyness of course.

Notes: You don't really need to read Despair to understand what's happening, though I suggest you do, especially chapter seven and the epilogue. Basically all you need to know is Lana has learned Clark's secret and are in a semi-romantic informal relationship.

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Chapter 1: Another Load

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My gown is white, made of smooth silk and soft lace. In the winter air, it is much too thin and flimsy to provide any protection from the elements. Despite this, I feel most luxurious, like a queen on her throne enjoying fine wine and caviar. The clouds surrounding me roll gently across the sky, making me feel like an angel in heaven. Yes, I know I don't deserve these comforts, but I am no fool. I will take what is offered to me and experience things no one else can... except for one. He brings me on this voyage, time and time again, and each time I take more pleasure in his closeness and warmth, than by the amazing sights he offers me.

His breath on his neck, arms around my waist, chest against my back, showing me the stars, showing me hope and love and joy. I have learnt by now, not to look back, for once I do, this fantasy will halt, bringing me back to the real world, where things aren't so simple. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that these images will come true one day, but until that day comes, I will let the anticipation build to an obscene height. For certain, one day it will come crashing down in a tidal wave of pleasure and delight.

My breath shortens as it begins. I feel one set of fingers working their way down my stomach, his other hand still grasping tight around me, steadying me in anticipation of what is to come. This gown, it separates our bodies... the only thing stopping us from being entwined completely and forever. This does not stop him, for in my dreams he is very impetuous. I feel the material around my back being lifted... I want to turn around and face him, cover his face with gossamer kisses, but I stop myself. Instead I imagine his eyes penetrating mine, all the way deep into my soul. His eyes assure me that he knows me inside and out, and he reaffirms this with each caress and each thrust.

I cry out and as always, realize the temptation is too great. I tilt my head over my shoulder to glance at him. I catch his eyes for one moment, and in that moment, total contentment washes over me, before the trance is snapped. I awake as always, pillow soaked in sweat, hands still clutching the tangled sheets. Once again the dream has left me wanting. I finish gratifying myself in seconds and catch my breath for a few minutes. I sigh before getting up and taking my linens to the hamper.

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After hours of tossing and turning, I finally manage to fall asleep. My rest is quickly interrupted however, as seconds later, I am awoken by moonlight streaming through the window and blanketing my face. I could have sworn the curtains were drawn. I turn to the left to glance at my alarm clock, but it has vanished, as has everything else, I realize, once I take a look around me. A scent fills my nostrils, a combination of jasmine, soap, and peaches. I feel out of place here, my legs much too long for the bed, my flannel pyjamas a contrast against the floral patterns on the bed. Everything here is so sweet, so - her. Somehow, we've switched places. or perhaps she's here.

I untangle myself from the covers and walk to bathroom, only to find it empty. The door leading to the hall is locked for some reason, so I journey over to the window. Peeking outside, I see snow everywhere, hanging in the air, so light it is suspended, like feathers in the wind. I spot the familiar structure in the distance and make out something shiny inside. Someone's using my telescope! I quickly close the curtains, hoping whoever it was, didn't see me. My eyes wander around the room and come upon her dresser, one drawer in particular, only partially shut. My curiosity bests me, as I realize this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Slowly, I go down on my knees and ease the drawer out. I wonder if she has any secrets to keep. nope - just panties. I lift them up and gaze at them in amazement. So many different kinds, so many colours - and not a single one of them flannel!

I feel like a pervert going through her underwear drawer and all, but that feeling is erased at what I discover at my fingertips. Thin, soft, black lace, and the kicker - crotch-less. I feel the blood rushing away from my brain at the image of Lana parading around in these. Reluctantly, I put away her various undergarments and place the drawer back in its original position. I don't think twice about pulling open the next drawer, but I find it locked. I peer into it with my x-ray vision starting with the left side, and sweeping my way to the right. I see batteries, lots and lots of batteries, C-sized, D-sized, and at the far end of the drawer. I stop myself. My breath has gone ragged and I feel beads of sweat trickling down my neck. I climb back onto the bed, amazed, and wonder what else is hidden between these four walls. My thoughts are interrupted when I notice the unsightly bulge in my pyjama bottoms is still present.

It is then I feel a breath grazing against my shoulder. I shudder when a pair of warm, delicate hands circle around my chest, and grab onto me, roughly. Two legs come out from behind, wrapping around me, and each other at the ankle. dangerously close. I swallow hard as I she presses herself against my back. Her left foot somehow digs underneath my waistband on my right, and her right foot does the same on the left. They extend and uncross, pulling them right off. I am frozen in place, my eyes closed, until I feel moisture on my back, a tongue sliding up my spine, licking and kissing. Her teeth gently nip at my shoulder, and her hands slide down into my boxers, grasping and groping my flesh along the way. Just as her nimble fingers make contact, my eyes pop open, only to see - the floor. Shit.

Crash.

I fall down onto the floor, a victim of my powers, and of her. I hear my parents knocking on the door asking if I'm all right. I tell them I'm fine and send them away, my hand clutching onto a fallen pillow just in case they decide to enter. The sheets have untucked themselves and my blanket in a pile on the floor. I scratch my head, and sigh. I look down at the pillow, staring at it in astonishment. What a mess.

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