to be honest, this started as an excuse to write pseudo-smut. i really don't know when i'll be updating this, or if i really will at all. i'll just leave it as 'incomplete' for now, until i get a good idea of how to continue.

this is rated M just to be safe, since i might include more mature scenarios later on that don't just happen in a dream.

i hope you enjoy it regardless.

linger | part one
heine/naoto.
safe +
word count 750+

Cold fingers traced her nearly-bare hips, making her shiver in delight. Those bony hands knew exactly where she was most sensitive, damn them. The fact that just one touch from him made her react like this drove her crazy. Why couldn't she be stronger? Why did she let her guard down around him like this?

Despite these thoughts, she couldn't help but smile against his firm kiss, and he must have noticed. He began kissing harder, exploring her mouth with his lips as his fingers explored a little further south. They were getting dangerously close now, and the anticipation was killing her.

She felt her back touch the cold stone wall, and realized that he had her cornered once again. Again she chastised herself for allowing this to happen, but as soon as the thought came, it vanished when his hand found its way beneath her thin cotton underwear.

She let out a very uncharacteristic whimper against his lips as she pressed harder against him, feeling his smirk. Her hands moved up from the back of his neck into his hair, pulling and stroking the messy white mane, making him growl.

The cold against her back was becoming very apparent now, creeping up and down her spine, up through her neck and down her backside. His fingers were moving so slowly now, every inch closer to where she wanted them seeming like miles. He moved his lips away from her mouth, down to her collarbone where he kissed and sucked in just the right places to make her breath stop and her fingers curl. She couldn't take much more of this.

She gasped as she felt a cold jolt of pleasure below her waist, suddenly realizing that his hand had reached...

...

Her eyes fluttered open.

In the darkness she could make out the ceiling fan above her bed, slowly rotating, making a quiet whirring noise. She stared at it for a while, completely numb. She could feel the sweat that had formed on her skin, and the heat that radiated off of her whole body. She pulled the sheets off to cool herself down, and was made aware of that familiar, embarrassing dampness in her crotch area.

She sat up and drew her knees up to her chin, face in her hands. That dream again.

It had started a few weeks ago. The first dream had been very simple. It consisted of him merely kissing her, catching her by surprise when they passed each other on the street. He grasped her arm, pulled her close, and gently planted his lips on hers. She had brushed it off the first time as some bizarre projection from a movie she'd watched recently.

But it only got worse. Every time she had the dream he would become bolder, all the way from using his tongue to removing her skirt. The location had changed as well, from out in broad daylight to in a dark alleyway at night.

She hated it. Going to sleep was becoming a dreaded task, and she would deliberately stay awake for much longer than she should, to avoid confronting the feelings she experienced while dreaming. It was unfamiliar, confusing, and frustrating. She shouldn't be concerned with that kind of thing, not when she had more important matters to attend to - and she most definitely shouldn't be thinking of him that way. He didn't even like women, aside from Nill. He couldn't even touch her, much less...

As the thought occurred to her, a lump formed in her throat. She shook it off, closing her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just felt - was it disappointment?

No, she thought. It was just the aftermath of her dream. She didn't want him. She had never wanted him. Dreams were just dreams - completely separate from reality. That projection had just been magnified by her imagination. Her dreams must have been getting boring, so they used the first projection and ran with it. He was probably just the first man to come to mind - she didn't know many, after all. It was just coincidence.

She rubbed her eyes, still tired but very much awake, and glanced at her clock. It wasn't a decent time to get up yet, so she lay back down on the bed. She slowly pulled the sheets back over her and sighed.

It was hard to get back to sleep after a dream like that. She lay awake for some time, staring at the ceiling and trying to keep her mind as blank as possible.

But as much she wanted to forget it, the feeling of cool lips against her neck still lingered, jarring her thoughts and preventing her from getting any more sleep.