A/N: Im sorry to the guys that read my fics, I have had a really difficult time this last past month. I will try to update my other stories as soon as I get a chance, anyway enough talking on with the story. Most likely not one of my best, but let me know. As usual please read and review.

Once upon a Dream

I open the heavy mahogany door to the dark cool room, and take a deep breath. Only a small amount of moon light creeps through the heavy curtains illuminates the room, providing just enough silver lighting to confirm that the room is not empty. My heart begins to race as I see the outline of man move in the shadows; I instinctively step back into the safety of the well lit hallway. No sooner had I done that when I heard a low growl coming from the dark silhouette standing in the corner of the room. I guess there is no turning back now. I cautiously step back toward the shadows. I can almost see him smirking, he knows the power he has over me; I wouldn't have actually left but he growled to make sure I knew who was in control, he's always in control.

As he leisurely steps closer to the window the moonlight bathes him making his skin appear almost as silver as his hair, the only thing more captivating than his porcelain skin are those amber eyes; they set me ablaze. I have to break eye contact or else he will look straight into my soul. Another growl makes me reconnect with molten honey, and I hate the way my skin seems to automatically react to his look. It's like I have no self control when he is around, and he inundates himself in that small pleasure.

With shaking hands I reach over for the light switch.

"Leave it off." His voice is so demanding, strong, possessive, and yet at the same time it's laced with euphoria. Automatically my hand retracts from the present action, and my heart skips a beat at the sound of his strong voice. "How did I end up here anyway? I had told myself… this was over."

…

You see, the hanyou in the corner is Inuyasha; he hasn't talked to me in over a month. We had something going on, not anything official but I liked it, then one day he pulled away and I let him go. It was really difficult at first; it was like trying to live without any air. We went from talking and texting twenty times a day, to cutting down to once or twice a every two weeks. So yea, dire. It was like kicking a really strong addiction, he was my one and only habit. Everything about him fascinated me, his eyes, his perfect skin, and his sweet kisses; he always kept me coming back for more.

Yet a couple hours ago, while online my instant-messenger Inuyasha sent me a message. A simple "Can I call you?" turned my now tranquil world upside down. No need to state that my answer to that was a "If you want." Two seconds later I had my phone was adorned with his phone number and his picture, for a second I hesitated but I answered anyway, I know he doesn't like to be kept waiting. We talked for a couple hours, and he invited me over to his down town apartment.

And now here I am, standing in a dark apartment, with a shirtless hanyou. I shouldn't be here and I know that, soon it will go back to the way it was a month ago, but I'm not sure I can pass up this opportunity. My heart starts racing, and my breath is shortened. I try to stop myself but I stepped inside and closed the door behind me… there's no turning back now.