Lust
Dream State
She turned in her dreams to rest on her back; she was staring down at the ceiling of her old room at the Keep. It was funny really; she remembered things to be a little darker. Veronica stared at the ceiling for a while, just content of been home. She could not have guessed what happened next; a hand, or at least the ghost of one, slid down her side, caressing important nerve endings and erogenous zones. Veronica gasped, looking up and about and found herself alone. But it didn't mean the touching stopped. Another hand slid up her back, even though she was resting on it, and scratched, very slightly, her spine, making her moan. In dreams Veronica's eyes closed as her mouth opened and a second moan escaped her.
Tendrils of electricity were delivered to her collarbone, a loud gasp leaving her they were directed to her breasts, where the tips hardened, as her hands searched for someone or something to take hold of. She was still alone, and her hands lifted to the bars of the beds head board. Veronica moaned again, as soft lips wrapped around her breasts suckling sweetly at the warm skin. "Balthazar!" She wailed softly, as a bite landed around one of the peaks. A warm tongue soothed the bite, and then equal touches were delivered to her other breasts. Her fingers squeezed the board tightly, knuckles becoming white. Fingers slid softly down her back, and a tug had her arching against the ghost for a lover, kisses been dropped all over her ribs and down to her flat stomach. White lighting landed on each of her vertebra, making her moan a little louder, a little more breathless. Soft bites were delivered to each of her hips, then a dip into her bellybutton, what made Veronica laugh, and the white pleasure moved over her closed thighs.
"Ah, Balthazar!" She moaned, turning her body away from the ghost attacking her, eyes closed and trying to sit up; but she managed to turn over and kneel, still holding the board with one hand.
She had made a grave mistake; Veronica was by now naked, clothes in dream world came and went as they pleased, and the pair of hands that had been attacking her senses, just took tight hold of her hips and pulled back. Her hold on the board meant she was outstretched, her body on its knees and fully exposed. She gasped, more in surprise than in pleasure and had to support her upper body with her hands; just as the ghost tormenting her angled her hips for better access and pushed his desired into her warm depths.
The gasp that left Veronica was loud, and for a moment she tensed, getting accustomed to the tightness inside her, and her arms weakened, dropping her head over the pillows. She moaned, Veronica couldn't help it, she moaned and closed her eyes with delight. Thrills of white lightning were running up her spine, up her stomach and wrapping as hands around her breasts, her attacker, and beloved, started rocking her body with slow movements his presence leaning over her to press more pleasure into her skin and soul; he nibbled at her shoulder, his hands wrapping around her breasts and his voice warm in her ear.
"Veronica."
"Ba… Balthazar…" He hummed when she said his name, delivering a particularly hard trust and delving in the softness of her hair. Veronica moaned, hands tightening around the pillow and sheets, eyes closed still. Veronica's body was lifted to kneel over his, hands caressing and squeezing and holding her breasts as he licked the warm space between her shoulder blades, groaning against her skin. "No… Not fair!" She wailed, her whole weight falling over his and bringing his intrusive hardness even deeper within her.
"I didn't complain, beloved." He growled softly.
Her only response was a moan, Balthazar had to grasp her hips to create a pleasing rhythm that had her shattering within seconds.
Veronica woke up with a startling gasp, her insides still clutching her lover's passion, and hands holding tightly the pillow. Surprised, Veronica found herself fully clothed, alone on her side of the bed, and lost for words. Remaining still for good five minutes, she couldn't muster strength or will to halt the delicious sensations still rocking her body, Veronica allowed her passion to subside, before turning her face to her husband.
He was resting on his side, head propped up with his hand, and looking intensely at her with cloudy blue eyes. Veronica swallowed hard, and stared at his lust filled eyes. He was across the bed from her, his hands kept to himself; at no moment in real life had he touched her. "How did you..?" Balthazar smiled at her, not moving to touch her. "You…"
"Yes?"
"You did that?"
"Did what beloved?"
"You know what."
"I'm afraid not, you'll have to be more specific." He smirked, letting her know he was fully aware of what she spoke about. Veronica blushed, for some odd reason, and closed her eyes.
"Did you… made love to me… in dreams?"
"Might. But why would I do that?" Veronica's eyes opened, and she turned to look at him. He was expecting an answer.
"Repaying in kindness?"
"For what?" He breathed out softly, his body scooting closer to hers, still not touching. Veronica felt thrills not by lightning or magic running up her spine, but by lust. By Merlin's beard she still wanted him, yet again.
"For the little spell I casted while after training?"
"That was you? I didn't notice." He said softly, leaning for a kiss, but not taking it. Veronica's lips parted slightly, wishing for the kiss, and a little surprised he didn't take it.
"Yes." She answered his question, although he already known it was her. Her eyes blurred slightly, her body aching for his touch, she arched, trying to make them come into contact when he smiled knowingly at her.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes."
He leaned in and dipped softly his lips against her, just pressing their lips together and delivering a small kiss. Balthazar lifted, and smiled at her. Veronica's eyes opened again, surprised by the tender touch, a moan of disappointment, more like a whine, left her and she stared up at him like a little spoiled child. Her little tongue wet her lips, hand lifting to hold his neck and try to pull him down. "There, a kiss." He murmured hotly making her whine again. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"
"No-Yes! But…"
"Oh, you wanted a deeper kiss?"
"Yes! Please, yes!"
Balthazar smiled his hand taking hold of her neck as his lips crashed against her, the deeper kiss she wanted been delivered; as her hand lifted to hold his shoulder and arm, pulling him closer and if possible over her. He parted, now halfway on top of her, and looked down at her. "Is this why you wanted me home early today?"
"Uh huh."
"Why let me leave at all? Why not keep me trapped to bed?"
"I wanted you to come on your own."
"I've done that beloved. I very much prefer to come with you." And as she blushed with the pun he laughed and kissed her deeply again.
