Disclaimer: Roswell and most of the characters belong to UPN, Jason Katims,
etc.
Summary: AU, they aren't aliens. Dreams... sorry but I don't want to reveal too much here, so that's all.
Feedback:Oh yes, please let me know what you think of it!
Note: I'm newbie at writing polar fics, it's my first one, so please tell me what you think of it. Another thing: I'm French, and writing in English isn't that natural to me and I'm probably making tons of mistakes, so sorry...
Thanks to Nikki who was really kind to BETA read it for me (and correct some of my mistakes). Thanx!
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He didn't know at all what was happening to him. He just knew that every time he woke up, he was feeling extremely delighted and excited. And what was the reason of this?
He couldn't tell. But after some time he began to suspect that the reason for his great mood was a dream. A dream that he was having every single time he fell asleep. The dream made him more happy and relaxed than he has ever felt.
It always started the same way: he was at school, walking down the hall and then he saw Her. She was coming toward him. The moment he saw Her, he couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was more beautiful than he remembered: her lips were curving in a sexy yet innocent smile, her eyes were sparkling with joy and her silky locks were cascading down her swan- like neck.
He was mesmerized by her beauty and her grace. She has almost arrived where he was standing. He wanted to tell her something, to stop her, but he couldn't. He tried to open his mouth to form the words, but no sound escaped. Before passing him, she looked him in the eyes for the last time and then she was gone. He frenziedly looked everywhere trying to find her, but she had disappeared.
He couldn't bare his frustration so he left school. He hopped on his bike and sped off. He went to his favorite spot in the desert, where he used to come when he was feeling homesick or just angry…or sad.
He got off the bike when he caught site of someone disappearing behind HIS rock.
-Hey! Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?
He ran there fast there only to be greeted by Her.
-What…what are you doing here? –he asked again, but this time not hostile at all.
-I knew you would come here.
He didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
He had been waiting for so long to kiss her, and now that he finally did, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. That was exactly how he felt: kissing her was like breathing. With their first kiss he was finally feeling the air spread in his lungs. He wasn't suffocating anymore.
His hands were tangled in her silky hair, hers were gripping the nape of his neck.
-Mmmichael…
She moaned against his lips and it made him shiver with pleasure. Until that moment, nobody has ever pronounced his name like she did now. It was a sigh, a cry, a plea, an exclamation, a statement and a question, all at the same time. He shuddered. He felt like he was floating.
He wanted to reply to her but the dream has stopped. He growled in frustration and got out of bed.
Slumming the door, he went to the kitchen to drink some coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, he tried to recall every detail of the dream.
What angered him the most was that once awake, he could not remember the girl, her name or even what she looked like. Nothing! Only the way she made him feel. Good. Equal. Happy. Trusted. Worthy. Loved.
TBC
Summary: AU, they aren't aliens. Dreams... sorry but I don't want to reveal too much here, so that's all.
Feedback:Oh yes, please let me know what you think of it!
Note: I'm newbie at writing polar fics, it's my first one, so please tell me what you think of it. Another thing: I'm French, and writing in English isn't that natural to me and I'm probably making tons of mistakes, so sorry...
Thanks to Nikki who was really kind to BETA read it for me (and correct some of my mistakes). Thanx!
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He didn't know at all what was happening to him. He just knew that every time he woke up, he was feeling extremely delighted and excited. And what was the reason of this?
He couldn't tell. But after some time he began to suspect that the reason for his great mood was a dream. A dream that he was having every single time he fell asleep. The dream made him more happy and relaxed than he has ever felt.
It always started the same way: he was at school, walking down the hall and then he saw Her. She was coming toward him. The moment he saw Her, he couldn't take his eyes away from her. She was more beautiful than he remembered: her lips were curving in a sexy yet innocent smile, her eyes were sparkling with joy and her silky locks were cascading down her swan- like neck.
He was mesmerized by her beauty and her grace. She has almost arrived where he was standing. He wanted to tell her something, to stop her, but he couldn't. He tried to open his mouth to form the words, but no sound escaped. Before passing him, she looked him in the eyes for the last time and then she was gone. He frenziedly looked everywhere trying to find her, but she had disappeared.
He couldn't bare his frustration so he left school. He hopped on his bike and sped off. He went to his favorite spot in the desert, where he used to come when he was feeling homesick or just angry…or sad.
He got off the bike when he caught site of someone disappearing behind HIS rock.
-Hey! Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?
He ran there fast there only to be greeted by Her.
-What…what are you doing here? –he asked again, but this time not hostile at all.
-I knew you would come here.
He didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
He had been waiting for so long to kiss her, and now that he finally did, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. That was exactly how he felt: kissing her was like breathing. With their first kiss he was finally feeling the air spread in his lungs. He wasn't suffocating anymore.
His hands were tangled in her silky hair, hers were gripping the nape of his neck.
-Mmmichael…
She moaned against his lips and it made him shiver with pleasure. Until that moment, nobody has ever pronounced his name like she did now. It was a sigh, a cry, a plea, an exclamation, a statement and a question, all at the same time. He shuddered. He felt like he was floating.
He wanted to reply to her but the dream has stopped. He growled in frustration and got out of bed.
Slumming the door, he went to the kitchen to drink some coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, he tried to recall every detail of the dream.
What angered him the most was that once awake, he could not remember the girl, her name or even what she looked like. Nothing! Only the way she made him feel. Good. Equal. Happy. Trusted. Worthy. Loved.
TBC