AN: I just wanted to thank everyone for reviewing! I don't reply to everyone because my life is so busy right now. This is a little divergence from the previous chapters so I hope it won't disappoint. Also this story maybe moving to M as fair warning.

It was evening at the bed and breakfast the following night. Myka sat on the couch reading, as was her nightly routine, but she also spent a fair amount of time staring into the fire. She was lost in her own reverie when Pete came and sat beside her. She wouldn't have noticed if the movement of the couch hadn't jostled her arm, which she rested her chin in. She turned heavy, sleep laden eyes towards him and he gave her a small smile. She turned back to her book, his presence having thrown her train of thought unexpectedly.

It wasn't long before her brain had turned off all together, as she had known it would. Her head ended up resting on Pete's shoulder as she entered that light dream state, prime for dreams that seem real.

His hard chest was rising up and down on the door frame as it had the day before when she walked down the stairs for her run. However, unlike it real life, she wasn't shy about standing and watching him lift his strong body up and down. She licked her lips as she imagined other circumstances which would have that body moving slowly up and down.

She slowly walked down the stairs and the movement caught his eye. But instead of looking away as the real Myka had done yesterday, she held his eye with a mischievous look in her eye. Something in that look told him to continue with his exercise but his eyes didn't remove from hers. She walked towards him and again her eyes went from his and trailed down his chest to his abs where the trail of hair led to the happiest part of his anatomy.

Her eyes flicked back up as she reached him, asking for permission. He dropped to the floor and stood in front of her, not saying a word. But she could see his pupils dilate which was permission enough for her. She put her hands on his hips and smiled up at him. Her hands began roaming over his six pack, up to his pecs that were hard from hard work. Her hands found that trail of hair and followed it down to his waist band. The mischievous look returned to her eyes as she met his. She leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth, slowly.

"Oh, god." Was all that dream Pete said. His hands found their way to her exposed waist as he pulled her closer.

He moved his head so that his mouth found hers in a slow, sensual and yet tentative kiss. He pulled back to look in her eyes and dropped his mouth to hers again.

She moaned into his kiss and kneaded her hands into his hair.

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Pete smiled as his partner lay asleep on his shoulder. It said something to him that she was comfortable enough with him to let her guard down to sleep around him. When they had first started working together, this would never have happened.

He saw a slow smile spread on her lips, nothing drastic but enough to make him wonder what she was dreaming about. She'd been especially quiet the past couple of days and he wondered if something was upsetting her. It wouldn't be unlike Myka to hide things deep inside. She'd done it before.

She looked so peaceful asleep, not like the ragging terror that the awake Myka can become if you don't follow her plan. He reached up to push a stray strand of hair out of her face and was surprised to find her nuzzling his hand, increasing the surface area that was touching her. He left his hand there, slowly turning her face towards him.

Her eyes fluttered open and he looked up at him with a shy smile. The dream had seemed so real, so tangible for a moment she couldn't remember if it had really happened. But when he smiled jovially at her she knew it was only a dream. She came down from her high.

"We should get you to bed." He winked at her.

"Pete…"

"What, it's not my fault you fell asleep on me."

"You're right, I should go to bed. I'm exhausted." She made a move to get up from the couch

"I sure would like to know what you were dreaming about though." She froze, halfway off the couch.

"Why?" she eyed him cautiously

"You looked happy."

He watched the sway of her hips as she made her way to the stair case.

"Don't stay up too late." She called over her shoulder. "I'm tired of being the one doing the work while you nap."

"Come on Myka, it's not my fault I can't sleep. Send some of your nice dreams my way." She could have sworn he winked at her again.