Dream of a Dream

I dreamed a dream of a boy. A beautiful boy with pointed ears and tousled blonde hair. In some ways the boy reminded me of Jace but mostly he just looked so otherworldly. Although really, what can you expect from a dream? The strange part is… there was no conversation in the dream. There is always dialogue in my dreams and yet, this one was different.

I dreamed he drifted toward me, his hair blew in the breeze and it had blown into his eyes. I brushed it back for him and then he was in my arms. Nuzzling my neck and running his fingers through my hair. He was kissing me, he was touching me. He was gentle, he was rough. He was whatever I wanted him to be.

I dreamed of a daisy chain crown adorning my curls and a long, slim line white dress made of feathers. I dreamed of a woman with gossamer wings hugging me to welcoming me into their family. I dreamed of a party with Faerie drinks that made his tousled blonde hair look purple and of music played on flutes and harps and drums; music to dance to, hypnotic music that could make it so you never stopped dancing if you didn't know better. And at the end of it all I dreamed of waving goodbye to all those people and walking hand in hand into the depths of the forest where the only sounds were of a babbling brook and a whippoorwill.

I dreamed he laid me gently down on a rock and claimed me. Then we bathed in a stream and he claimed me there. We danced in a meadow and he claimed me among the flowers. We washed our hair under a waterfall and he claimed me up against the wet wall of rock. We climbed up into the trees and I rode him like there was no tomorrow. We lay out in the sun on a butte made of pure obsidian, and so high above the ground that there were clouds breaking around our feet. His thrusts were deeper, up there above the world, where he knew I'd feel safe enough to cry out in my pleasure because no one could hear us.

The dream went on and on and I can't even remember all of the places he took me in. They were all natural places that had existed down throughout the ages. It was a beautiful thing to commune with nature while enjoying the act of making love to my very own husband. The dream continued and I dreamed of a little round bulge where there used to be a flat little belly. I dreamed of looking into his eyes as a little girl with red curls and pointy ears came into this world and I later sighed in tranquility as her tousled blonde daddy rocked her to sleep in the treetops.

I dreamed of a field that started off empty but gradually filled with beautiful pointy eared children. Some red, some gold, some strawberry blonde, even some white haired ones but they were all mine. And I loved every single one of them. Most of all I loved their pointy eared father. In fact, I dreamed out a whole life for us. Watching those children grow up and take faerie brides and grooms of their own. I dreamed of sneaking ambrosia and nectar to my grandchildren when their parents weren't looking and being scolded by my children later, because their little faeries were only supposed to have nuts and berries after dinner, not sweets.

I dreamed of a time when it was just the two of us again because our children had all flown off to find homes of their own and I dreamed of him retaking me in all of the glorious places we'd shared in our youth. I dreamed of steamy days and passionate nights and when I woke up from all of that dreaming and all that dream sex, the sheets were soaked. Thankfully no one knew any of this but me. I couldn't understand where those dreams had come from. The boy was obviously a figment of my imagination and yet he had seemed so real!

It wasn't until later that day when we met Helen Blackthorn's family that I realized the boy in my dreams was Mark Blackthorn, a Shadowhunter like myself and a Half-Fey. The moment I saw him, I was so embarrassed. And then, when he extended his hand and said "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much you, I feel as if we've already met." I swear there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. And I could barely form a sentence when I said, "The pleasure in all mine".

He used the hand that was shaking mine to discretely shift me over to the edge of the group where we wouldn't be heard and he asked me "Are you alright? You look a little flushed. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?"

I gulped and shook my head frantically. "No, it was no trouble at all. It was… wonderful, Mark, absolutely wonderful." I sighed, the anxious look on my face replacing itself with one of bliss and contentment as I thought of the dreams.

"Good, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He grinned and carefully slipped a paper into my hand. "Call me when you finally get that Herondale boy out of your system okay?" He said, like a Dr. prescribing medication to a sick patient. And at this who knows? Maybe I was.

"Okay" I nodded. And before he could walk away, I mouthed thank you! He dipped his head briefly and cautiously blew me a kiss and then walked away, leaving the proverbial ball situated firmly in my court. I didn't have much time to reflect on it though before Jace spotted me and held out his hand for me to come and take it, so reluctantly I did. Yet when he kissed me, I couldn't stop myself from picturing a pair of much pointier ears.

AN: Dedicated to morgenstern18