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Flushed sweaty skin.
Tangled tousled sheets.
Low gasps and breathy pants.
A rising crescendo of pleasure.
A murmured moaned name.
"Klaus".
Caroline sat bolt upright in bed. Her heart racing, palms tingling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She moaned agitatedly, the sound bringing the dream back full force making her fall back against the pillows hopelessly. She swung out of bed, the cool air hitting her heated red skin therapeutically, the coldness of the hardwood floors chasing away even more of the left over heat, she made her way to the kitchen pouring herself a glass of blood, desperately hoping the liquid would calm her enough to make sleep possible for her.
She took the glass back to bed, before stopping and heading to the couch in the living room, images of the dream bed still haunting her mind, bringing back the flush and heat to her body, deciding a couch might help erase the dreams better than a bed would, she was sure going back to a bed would just replay the dreams and make sleep even harder for her to accomplish.
She settled down, grabbing a thin blanket from the airing cupboard and switched on the TV, thinking good old fashioned stupid pointless telly would be perfect to erase her more recent thoughts.
She flicked through, eventually settling on an all night twilight marathon.
After five minutes of watching the same movies she'd watched fifty times before her mind began to wonder…Back to the dream, the feeling of how his hands had felt, how perfect they had been and how disappointed and relieved she was that neither them or the dream hadn't quite finished.
Eventually she managed to fall into a near sleep state, that kinda tired where your not totally out enough to be asleep but your too gone to be awake…That wonderful place where dreams didn't seem to exist.
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