I awoke with a start, my hand instinctually racing up to cover my mouth, stifling the loud moan that began to spill from my throat. Everyone else was asleep and I didn't want to wake them because of a dream. I dropped my hand away from my mouth and licked my dry lips, trying to wet them, but even my mouth was dry. I slid out of bed and into a pair of Kisten's sweats that I had pilfered from him and padded barefoot to the kitchen. I paused for a second by Ivy's door to see if she was home, but then thought again and continued on my mission to the kitchen for a glass of water.

It had been almost eight months since the incident with Ivy in the van and I was still having flashbacks to it. It didn't seem like that big of a deal, until the dreams started up again a few weeks ago. They always started out the same, with Ivy pinning me to the wall of the van, mouth working my neck, but the outcome differed from what actually happened. Instead of me stopping her fingers from creeping any farther up my sweater, I let her finish what she want started. It frightened and intrigued me at the same time to think of me and Ivy being together in that way. I just couldn't figure out why.

I pulled a glass down from the cabinet and filled it to almost overflowing, glancing at the clock on the microwave. It was ten in the morning. Grimacing, I drank deep of the water, only coming up for air when I absolutely had to. I set the empty cup in the sink and leaned my back against the island counter top, trying to clear my head of the dream. The church itself was eerily quiet. It might have been because it was rather early in the morning. No one was ever up until at least two or three in the afternoon. Off in the distance, I could hear the faint sound of pixy children laughter coming from the garden. I filled my glass back up and went outside. I needed to relax and the green of the garden would help me with that.

Being first, and foremost, an earth witch, the garden was my place to escape. As soon as I kneeled down and brushed my fingertips over the soft petals of a white climbing rose, I felt instantly more calm, serene almost. I closed my eyes and drew in the sweet scent of earth and green things into my lungs and laid back in the grass. I suddenly heard the flutter and click of pixy wings and the soft sound of pixy children laughter. Those little boogers were sneaking up on me. I waited until they had stilled above me and then jumped up.

"Boo!" I yelled, which sent them flying up into the air, their screams of fright scraping the inside of my skull, but I still laughed. I sat up on my elbows and glanced around, watching pixy heads peeking out from behind flower petals and from under toadstools.

"Tink's knickers! What is all the screaming about, kids?" Jenks voice echoed across the yard from their stump. Suddenly, fifty-six voices rang out, trying all to get their say in at the same time. Jenks' whistle quieted them. I saw him flit into the air, hovering in place when he had caught sight of me. "Jeez, Rache. What are you doing up this early?" He flew up to me and I held my hand out for him to land upon my palm.

"Just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about." I shrugged. He put his hands upon his hips in a classic Peter Pan pose.

"A nightmare? I thought you were done with those." He said softly.

"I thought I was too, but this time the dream is different at the end... I actually let Ivy..." I left off the last bit. I also didn't want to admit out loud to Jenks, that I liked the ending of this dream. I would wake up in the middle of the night or early morning, panting into my pillow, my skin still tingling from Ivy's phantom touch. Jenks moved up close to my face, laying his tiny hand against my cheek.

"It was just a dream Rache, don't worry over it," His words of encouragement made me smile. I stood slowly, so as not to drop the pixy, who flitted from my palm as soon as I stood up all the way. He smiled. "Try to go get some more sleep." I nodded and smiled again. It was so great to have Jenks and his kids back. The church had been way too quiet without them. That and I was sick of having to go to war with fairies every time I wanted to get some herbs from the garden.

I said my goodbye's and goodnight's to Jenks and the kids and went back into the church. Setting my glass in the sink, I then slipped down the hall that housed the doors to mine and Ivy's rooms. I peeked into Ivy's quickly. She was still asleep, her sable hair sleep tousled and falling into her face. She made a small noise in her throat, much like a moan, and rolled onto her side, giving me a good clean line of her side under the silk of teddy. I felt things low in my body tighten and I fought the urge to crawl into bed with her and run my lips over every inch of her skin, waking her to let her take me.

Before the urge grew any stronger, I went to my room. Closing the door, I stripped down to my t-shirt and panties and slid tiredly under the covers. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out and the dream came flooding over me once more. I didn't even have a chance to stop it.

We were in the van and we were talking, then we argued and Ivy got up to leave and those two doom-filled words spilled from my lips.

"Don't go," I said. The dream goes black for a second, but when it comes back, Ivy has me pinned to the van wall, her teeth penetrating my neck and her fingers sliding up under my sweater. A sliver spike of pleasure shot straight to my groin from where her fingers touched my skin. Her hand crept hesitantly upwards, fingers brushing the underside of my breast. I wanted to tell her to stop, that this wasn't right and that I wasn't wired that way, like I had actually done that day, but I couldn't make myself say the words. When I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out of it was a soft moan. She took that as an invitation and slid her hand around to unhook my bra, pulling it from me and then her hand went back to my breast. From that moment on, I was done for. My hand slid up under her shirt as well, brushing fingertips over any whatever bare skin I could find.

She moaned against my neck before pulling her mouth from me, looking at me as she took her sweater off and pulled mine own over my head. She sat back for a moment, her gaze sliding over my newly bared skin. She smiled lovingly at me and it lit up her features like I had never seen before. It stole my breath away. She slid her arms around my waist and pulled me into her lap, kissing me deeply.

The dream goes black once more, coming back to life with color and fervor. This time we were both nude, Ivy on top of me, nimble digits doing wicked things to my nether regions, bringing me close to orgasm.

I woke up then, panting heavily into my pillow. My body tingling once more. I sat up and grimaced. I was covered in sweat and I reeked of sex. That meant I would have to wash my sheets and clothes. Sighing, I grabbed clean clothes from my dresser and went to my bathroom to take a shower.