Chapter 1: The Dream
In the beginning it's always the same blackness, aloneness, nothing. Then the dream comes, so fast that she never has time to dwell on her misery, her nothing, then she sees his eyes flash in front of her eyes, behind her eyelids; she sees his smile feels his skin.
Her lips trail against his neck, to his face as she explores every line, every vain, her lips then finding his. His lips fall against hers in crushing force, wanting her, wanting to be inside, needing to be inside her. Her breathing raises it pace and his follows. His hands roaming her body, slowly removing her cloths piece by piece. He's positioned above her straddling her waist as they kiss with fury with passion. His eyes closed, his body pulsing, his heart racing. She watches him memorizes his body, memorizes the feeling that builds inside her.
She lays below him topless and waiting, waiting for it to happen, waiting for him to begin. And he opens his eyes, looks into hers and she knows what she wants. "I give myself to you in every way possible, in every form, in every heart beet, in every though. I give my body to your wants, your needs." She gasps the words between kisses between heart beats. "Please take me." She feels the heat building inside her skin waiting to be released, the lust in her mind, the power in her body, Waiting to be given freedom. "TAKE ME!" She screams as he stands beside the bed undoing his pants, his chest heaving, she knows he wants it too.
He pulls her up and trusts her towards the wall. Her legs wrap around his, her lips curve against the shape of his, their hearts beat together. Her runs his hands down her face down to her breasts, as he feels their skin, their softness, and she can't help but to moan. She knows this pleases him for the weight that had once lay limp between his legs stiffens against her unleashing her feelings, making her want it, even more. She moans again just to pleasure him and she feels him slide in her, she feels the calmness she always does, she feels the heat, the feelings being released from him into her. She feels everything.
Yet she knows it is only a dream, she knows this is not real, yet she does not stop it does not slow her body from moving as if it were reality, her body rises and falls in the bed as if someone were there, someone were sharing her body.
She moves against the wall him in front of her the stillness of the wall behind. He thrust himself into her body, into his own satisfaction. She feels the pace of her pulse surge, she feels it pound against her chest, where his hands lay moving in a careful, gentle, yet heart stopping movement. He eyes close and she releases herself to him, as he does the same.
Their passion fills the room like the scent of a thousand roses in a bed of sweet surrender, of the burning sensation they share. He slows and removes himself from her safety
from her body, and he pulls her towards the bed. They lay together smothered in their own world as if nothing else exists, they are together, that was all that mattered.
He slowly slides back into her and moves in a trance like movement, back and fourth, until she doesn't let him continue in the slow-and in her mind utterly boring movements- and he moves faster, as he makes her moan and whine for him, call his name. Scream her want for him. The harder he goes the louder she becomes. A grin covers his face as he knows this is what she wants as well as himself. They move together reaching the peak of their feelings, of their heat, and he thrusts so hard it only breaks her control and she gives him the pleasure of hearing her scream. She screams his name, screams for him to stay within her, screams for the lust that is finally filled.
She moves against the bed in her sleep and screams a scream that means nothing, says nothing, except for her dreaming self. She loses herself and clenches the sheets as her body moves to the pace of the love in her dream.
He finally slows and lays motionless while he is still inside her then slowly he removes himself, and rolls to her side, breathless and gasping for air as she is. And it fades, all of it. The blackness returns, along with the feeling of being alone in a world she want so much to be real. The blackness over comes her. The only thing she can see now is his orange gaze holding eyes. Yet in time they fade as well in to a pit of black, a pit of nothing. She awakes.