„Hey, hun. I'm home." he whispers into her ear. She mumbles a sleepy `hello` and falls quickly back to sleep. She can't feel him settling behinder her in bed, nor does she feel his warm breath on her neck as he holds her close.
The woman opens her eyes, blinking into the bright light surrounding her. She looks down on herself. Toes buried in green grass, the white dress so light she can barley feel it. The fabric tickles her knees as the wind blows over the empty field. Her blonde hair gets blown into her face and she tries to tame it, without succes. She settles onto the grass, closes her eyes and enjoys the warmth of the sun, and the earth under her butt.
„Hello, beautiful." A voice very close to her whispers into her ear. She startles as her eyes snap open. She moves further away before asking:" Who are you?"
„Whoever you want me to be, sugar." The voice is rather deep for a woman and rather teasing for a stranger, but in some way very comforting. The women whom the voice belongs to, has black curly hair and a wide shit-eating grin on her face.
„It's Natasha. My name's Natasha." She explains after a confused glance. „And you are…?"
„Dormer."
„Dormer? Did your parents like sleeping so much they named you after it?"
„It's a surname, genius." Dormer grumbles. Natasha just grins and states:" I'm glad I chose you, you got character."
„What do you mean with ´chose´? Dormer questions.
„Nothin' love."
They both fell silent, watching the lonley cloud on the otherwise blue sky cover the sun.
„Where are we?" the blonde woman asks, not taking her eyes from the cloud.
„I don't know, it's your dream."
„Dream?"
„Yes, you're dreamin'" The black haired women states. Dormer is still staring into the sky while Natasha stares at her and studys her features. The blue round eyes seem to change color, depending on the light and the surroundings. The blonde curly locks fall gently over her shoulders, ending above her breasts. Her nose is small and pointy. Over all exactly what Natasha paid for.
„So.. you're a dream as well?"
„Something like that." Natasha smirks.
„I never had a dream like this..." she mumbles more to herself.
„Only very special people have the opportunity to dream about me." Natasha winks.
„Yeah, I really am special." Dormer states grinning.
Natasha chuckles as she tries to get the word out:"You are..."
Suddenly everything stops. Like someone hitting pause on the remote control for a movie. The wind stopped blowing through their hair, and clothes. The grass doesn't move. Neither do they. Natasha and Dormer stare at one another. Silence surrounds them. Blue meets brown. They can't tear their eyes away. Natasha slowly moves closer. Not once leaving Dormers eyes.
Natasha's hand strokes the others cheek, after brushing a stray hair behind her ear. The tension is so thick you could cut the air with a knife. Natasha licks her lips and glances at Dormers mouth. Dormer keeps staring at the women in front of her. She can feel her breath on her face, little brushes of warm air make it a lot worse to regain control.
Natasha shifts closer, making their position kind of awkward. Nevertheless she doesn't stop getting closer, and Dormer isn't trying to stop it in the slightest. Neither of them breaths before Dormer snaps forward and finally smashes their mouths together.
Their lips meet in a heated kiss, and soon not only their lips but also their tongues make acquaintances. Dancing for domination and battling for affection. Natasha lets herself getting lead by Dormer, completely content with just breathing in the others scent, and being pressed so close to her. The women with the black hair slowly moves back, taking the other women with her.
Soon the back of her head meets the sun heated grass. Natasha is now giving herself completely to the other woman. Her body laying on the grass, feet streched out and pushed apart.
Dormer doesn't hesitate for a minute, going after the other. Kissing her feverishly. Her knees are settled inside Natasha's spread thighs. Her breasts are in contact with Natasha's.
Dormers nerves are allarmed, every sensation is heightened, and her body heat is rising exponentially. Natasha kisses back with as much force, while her hands begin to wander along the others bare arms. Eventually ending up on Dormers hips, pressing her close and holding her in place.
"Uh, dominant. I like." Natasha states with a grin. Dormer locks eyes with her and growls before diving back to the others lips. Natasha raises her finger, puts it between both their mouths. She waits until Dormer watches her, eyes glinting malicious. "Ah, ah, ah" She breaths, barely audible. "I'm not that kinda girl" she adds in a high and sarcastic voice.
Dormer rolls her eyes and moves their lips further apart, so she could speak easier:" I thought this was my dream."
"True. Maybe it's just a sign?" Natashas smile widens.
Dormer raises her eyebrows "A sign?"
"That you're just not ready yet."
Dormer huffs a breath: "Sure." she breaks out into a laugh, "I don't think so. Maybe it's you who isn't ready for-" she stops to gesture towards her body before she goes on, "-all of that."
Natasha hints: "Nice theory, honey, but it's still your dream. So it's all about you."
The other women pouts and climbs down from Natasha, retaking her earlier position.
"We don't have much more time tonight." the black haired girl informs Dormer.
"How long?"
"7-6-5.." she counts down.
"Will I see you again?" Dormer inquires.
"Zero."
Natasha is the first to vanish from her view, followed by the sky, the trees and eventually the grass and the flowers. Instead of green and blue, everything is gray and black.
Dormer presses her eyes together, willing back her dream.
"Time to wake up!" A deep manly voice calls from the doorway.
Dormer just groans and buries her head deeper into the pillow. Her body still warm from sleep, and to Dormers surprise she feels well rested. Usually when she dreams, she's as tired waking up as going to bed. Today is different. That still doesn't make getting out of bed an easy task.
Suddenly cold air is hitting her warm skin.
"No!" she demands, "gimme back m'blanket!"
The man chuckles:"You really have to get up now. Forgot the meeting with that CEO?"
"What?" she mumbles into her pillow, her feet pressed to her chest, to keep some of the warmth. Without the blanket this task seems futile.
"The meeting with that super rich dude… he wants to have 25 % of your company..." he hints.
Dormers eyes open wide," Shit!" she exclaims, rolling of the bed only to stop and stare at the closet.
"Where's my- "
"Bathroom!" the man shouts, walking out the bedroom.
"Thanks, Caleb!"
She hurries into the bathroom and takes off the oversized sleep shirt. While she's sitting on the toilet she puts on her bra and the white blouse. After peeing, she puts on the dark blazer and the trousers. She quickly grabs a piece of fabric before running down the stairs into the open kitchen. She spots Caleb next to the coffee machine, pouring an extra strong one for her. He moves both cups to the wooden table before looking up.
"You look-" Caleb starts.
"Tie or no tie?" the women interjects
"-fantastic. And… hold it up." he instructs. "Take the tie."
Dormer smiles, ties a knot and joins her boyfriend at the table.
She kisses him on the cheek from across the table top.
"You're great. Thank you." her voice is filled with gratitude and love as she looks at him. She almost forgot about the dream. Almost.