Eve's Dreams

by Kryss Labryn

...Who owns nothing and no one. If I did, I'd have more money and instead of goofing off work to write fanfic I'd just write it openly.

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This is Eve's dream.

It is always different. It is always the same.

This time it is a beach, its wildness made lonelier by the cries of the seabirds; by the faint piping of the sandpipers as they dart along the shore, by the mournful calling of the seagulls overhead. But the sun is shining; the breeze is warm as it plays with V's hair as she had never done.

"Where are we?" she asks, as he reaches his hand to her, and, "Does it matter?" he asks as she takes it.

It doesn't, she decides as she falls into step beside him, and she says nothing. They stroll along in companionable silence.

This is V and Eve, walking in the sand.

They near the shore; Eve kicks off her sandals and raises her skirt to wade in the blood-warm water. V follows her. "Your boots," she says to him; "They'll be ruined."

"What boots?" asks V, and Eve realizes that his clothes are his skin, after all. His boots are his feet. His gloves are his hands.

This is V, with skin of silk and leather, naked before Eve.

For what is skin, after all, but the outermost layer of ourselves? muses Eve. She sheds that which is no part of her.

This is Eve, naked before V.

The sand is warm and soft, as yielding as a bed as V lays her back on it. She pulls his head to hers, and his lips against her are not porcelain, as she had always thought; they are the warm loving lips of a living man. His moustache tickles her slightly as his lips leave hers to make their careful way along her jaw to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

She opens to him; he enters her, silk and leather and steel as the rest of him; he moves within her as she tilts to pull him deeper, her legs entwined about him urging him on, her arms clasping him tightly to her lest she lose him. Again.

This is V and Evey, loving.

She looks up to his face, and knows that his smile has meaning; that his smile that matches her own is as much a smile of joy, of love, of ecstasy as her own. That he doesn't have to smile at all.

And as waves of pleasure begin to rush through her, echoing the warm waters rising about them, she holds him as tightly to her, within her, as she can, desperately seeking one more glimpse of him, one more touch of him, to catch his scent one more time. But as the darkness descends, as it always does, she knows that one more time, she has failed.

And Eve, waking, as she always does, alone in her apartment as she always is, buries her face in the pillow that does not smell of V at all, and cries hot bitter tears in the night.

A/N: More to come!