Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm sure someone out there would be upset about the positions I put them in.

Rory is drowning in his blue eyes. And God how clichéd is that? Drowning in his eyes. Next she'll compare them to the ocean's depths or something. Really-shit!

His hand is creeping up her thigh and under her skirt and she can't breath. Can't take in all that is happening to her.

"Mary, "his voice sounds deeper from what she is sure is arousal. "I've dreamed about this. Imagined it so many fucking times..."

She can't respond. To respond would make this real and it can't be real. This is just another one of those dreams she can't admit she has.

Suddenly he is pushing her against the wall. Has he ever heard of personal space? Maybe that doesn't matter so much when he nibbles at her ear then neck. She leans her head back to give him access, looks at the ceiling, and breathes in and out. Wonders what she is doing here.