Night Maneuvers
Encased in sleep, I feel heat near my face. Someone calls my name in a soft whisper. I mumble something indistinguishable. "Shhh" Two fingers touch my lips, so softly. Without thinking, still asleep, my lips part and I suck those fingers into my mouth. A sharply indrawn breath, barely audible. My tongue glides softly over those sensitive fingertips, sucking gently. There are choked sounds from a clenched throat. This is such a lovely dream. The tip of my tongue tantalizes those warm fingers, stroking gently, sucking. The fingertips twitch against my tongue but do not withdraw. There are more sounds, so quiet only I can hear them. The fingertips of his other hand ghost gently against my cheek. Surprise night maneuvers, Cadet! forms clearly in my mind. Oh, crap! This is NOT a dream!