Title: In My Dreams

Title: In My Dreams

Author:Grlufear

Rating:G

Pairing: Elisa and Goliath

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Elisa's thoughts on her and Goliath's relationship

Author's Notes: This is pretty much a stand-alone fic, but I'm think about making a sequel from Goliath's point of view. Tell me if you think that's a good idea.

In my dreams I can fly.

I know hwat you're thinking, 'so, I've had dreams wehre I could fly too'. But these dreams are different, because in these dreams I'm not the one flying. Instead I'm held in the hands of my lover, as he carries me over the city.

Amazingly enough my dreams don't differ much from reality. I've always chalked that up to me having gotten what my heart truly desires. Him.

There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. It seems that's all I do. Everytime Matt does something stupid I think of that long suffering look he always gets when The Trio are in the room.

Every time I catch some creep in the street eyeing me I remind myself to let it go because if he ever found out he'd want to 'protect me'. That is he'd want to find the guy and rip him to shreds.

To say that he can be jealous would be a major unerstatement. Though he usually tries to hide it, from me at least. Somehow though he seems to convey it though to whatever guy is hassling me. Maybe it's the way he tenses up and stares at the guy like he wants to kill him. Or it could just be the way he growls low in his throat.

Sometimes he can be overprotective though. Like when he takes me back to my apartment and I can sense how much he hates having to leave me there. I know how much he wants me to stay with him and the Clan back at the castle, but its just too close to Xanatos for me. I know the guys changed but…I'm still suspicious.

Deep down though I have to admit that sometimes I don't want him to leave either. But I know that it's just not possible, that this one thing I crave I cannot have. I think he can sense when that happens, and the air around us gets thick with tension. I hate those times more than anything.

Because I do want him. Oh yeah do I want him. There are instances when I feel like it's all I can do not to throw myself at him. When we're flying for instance.

I never knew how erotic flying could be untill I flew in his arms.

When he holds me in his arms and against his chest, I don't know if there's anywhere that I feel as safe. I'll look up into his face and all I think about is how much I love him. Then he'll look down, and our eyes will meet, he'll smile, and I'll have to remind myself to breath.

And of course that will only remind me of how much I want him, how much I need him.

We've never talked about it though. I guess because of how painful it is for both of us. To love each other as much as we do, and to not be able to express it physically.

But I can deal with it. Even if it gets really really hard. Because you see I love him, and that means more to me than sex ever could.

In my dreams I can fly. In my dreams we are together truly and completely.