Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot.
It was about in the middle of the day, and I was still awake. Wide awake. The darkness of the tunnels surrounded me, but I was used to it. I sighed, then, I realized what I was doing.
I wasn't alone in the bed. I had my arms wrapped around the waist of the boy beside me. My arms was carelessly thrown against his bare skin. Why were we both naked? I quickly withdrew my arms and crossed them over my bare breasts. I sat up in the bed and held myself. I felt the boy, now awake, sit up and crawl up behind me. His cool fingers brushed against my cheek as he pulled a strand of hair behind my ear, causing me to tense up. He wrapped an arm around my slim waist. He pulled me into his chest. I leaned my back fully into his torso and dropped my arms at my sides.
He took my hand and slowly traced my Marks on my palm with a single finger. I closed my eyes and breathed in a familiar scent. He softly pushed on my back, urging me to go up. I obeyed his touch and, soon, he was tracing my Mark down my back. He, then, took his index fingers on each side of my waist. He kept one hand on my hip and the other one on my chest, inches from the tops of my breasts. He raised his hand up more and ran his finger on the jagged cut, from the result of the Raven Mocker. I winced in pain, realizing it still hurt.
He chuckled as he got me in his arms and pressed my front side to the mattress. He ran his hand up and down my thigh. I sighed in pleasure. He raised his hand and pressed his cold palm to my breast. The thought of who this was, was long gone and, now, replaced with thoughts of pleasure. He got his other hand and brushed my hair away from my neck. He pressed his lips to the nape of my neck. I smiled, not caring I was being touched and kissed by an unknown person. He started to play with one of my nipples. My eyes still closed, I grabbed the boy's face and pressed my lips to his with lust.
He pressed his groin against mine and I felt the pulse of his hardened length. I smiled in the kiss and continued to attack his lips hungrily. He released my lips and, before I could see who he was, he started sucking on my neck. I dropped my hands from his face and opened my eyes. I was breathing heavily as he stopped suckling at the skin. He kissed me once more before rolling off me. He turned his back away from me. I crawled over to him and pressed my fingertips to his lower back. I kissed his upper back before he turned towards me, the familiar scent hitting me again. I looked up from his chest and at the boy. I smiled.
It was Heath, and he was Marked.
This was a dream, and I've had it several times.