Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or the quote and the song Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson (I listened to the cover he did of Sweet Dreams while typing this up). The only things I own are Acey, her ghost ward Jaime and her black cat, Wicked.
Verfolgen Sie Denjenigen: Sweet Dreams
When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.
- Dom Helder Camara
Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?
-Sweet Dreams; Marilyn Manson (cover)
Near could see that lust clouded her hazel eyes as she straddled him. Silky locks of her straight blond brushed his cheeks as she leaned down to cover his lips with her own, making him come to the conclusion that her soft, full lips were made for his alone. Moaning into her mouth, Near placed one hand on her hip, sinking his fingertips into her pale, soft flesh to increase the friction between them. Sliding his tongue in to taste her mouth, he gripped the back of her neck with his other hand, pressing her mouth more firmly against his..
Near's eyes snapped open, having fallen asleep on his stomach of the SPK Headquarters while doing a puzzle, his breathing labored from the intensity of the dream. The young detective didn't even remember falling asleep. He'd spent the better part of two days reviewing the evidence he'd gathered on the Kira case over the last two years without rest.
Near hardly slept as it is, but when he did, he dreamt of her. Acey of Spades had always eluded his dreams, however dreams of her were becoming more frequent since she'd departed Wammy's House with Mello.
This particular dream had been more realstic than any of the other countless dreams he'd had about her. He'd felt the electric friction that'd seared through his body when she'd grinded against him, how sweet the inside of her mouth had tasted, the moist wet gathering between her legs, and how soft and tantalizing her skin felt. She was like living, breathing temptation.
Near knew that kind of dreaming was refeered to as lucid dreaming.
And it hadn't helped that she'd only been wearing a short plaid school girl skirt and a lacy black bra that highlighted her skin tone.
Near heaved out a heavy sigh as he stood up, deciding a cold, cold shower was in order. He couldn't very well meet the President of the United States and organize the SPK with an erection.
Until then, he supposed he could start another puzzle to distract him from the foreign feeling that seemed to clamp tightly around his whole being; the aching need for her.
Author's Note: This is the prologue for the NearXAcey (My OC) that I've been mulling over for a long time. I'm so pleased that the first chapter came out so smoothly! It will Follow L's Successors, which is the second Death Note special. The chapters will be significantly longer than this one. The title is German for Lucid. Verfolgen Sie Denjenigen is German for Track One. If anyone speaks German and sees that my German is ALL wrong, please correct me, I got those from an online translator. Kudos and hugs to anyone who reviews, favorites, alerts or simply reads. Also, I'd like to give a HUGE thanks to WhiteLadyDragon, the amazing author of Story of the Century for being one of my most loyal readers. Also this weekend, be on the look out for the full version of Chapter 10 of Myriad to be posted.
