Let It Snow

Chapter Seven: Heartbeat

Clad in just his skulled t-shirt, in a different room, unaware of how I got there and when I changed, I looked around the room to try and configure my location. It was dark, and I was seemingly alone, until I heard that alluring, sexy tone:

"Hey, Princess."

His velvet voice sent shivers down my spine, and I shut my eyes, seeing only the blacks of the back of my eyelids. Oh that voice, it made me want him so badly, something I would only admit unconscious. I turned to face him, gasping slightly at his sight. He was there alright everything about him. His various piercings, his faux green Mohawk, his icy blue eyes…that well toned, muscular and bare chest, and his plain white boxers. He was like a god, or like a beautiful demon if anything; considering his many piercings. But they only made him more alluring and so appealing, I wanted him to have me right there and then in that undescribed room.

"Oh, Duncan." I whispered so softly, unsure of if he heard.

He sent me a seductive smirk assuring that he had, and sauntered over to me. Not wanting to come off too strong, I folded my arms and lifted my head upward in an almost approving manner, gazing upon him. When his strong arms were wrapped around me, I felt like I needed to resist him, but I didn't want to. I had waited too long for my knight in shining armor to claim me as rightfully his, and finally it was happening.

Grabbing my chin, my jaw, he forced our mouths together in the most passionate experience I had ever tasted, although my taste seemed to be acting up, because I couldn't, but that didn't make it too much of lessoning the pleasure. His hands ran up and down my sides, my thighs, my arms, and I trailed kissed down his jaw line and down his neck as his hands continued to explore my body. Without a true care of how this predicament came to be, I just let it all wash over me, and thanked the good Lord for it.

But things seemed to be moving so fast. Too fast for me to even think. He lifted his shirt from my body and threw it over his shoulder, and I continued to kiss him as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, just as his hands washed over my body. This had to have been the greatest moment of life, so far, and I wasn't really comprehending a thing, or-to be honest-really feeling it.

Pulling our lip-lock apart for a moment, keeping our faces inches away, I breathed, "Duncan."

"Yes, Princess?" he asked, lifting my chin so I could see into those beautiful blue eyes, that looked much different in this perspective, probably because of the lighting of the room. But they hadn't had the same affect on me like they always had, usually I was unable to look away, but this was too easy.

Before I could really say anything, he was kissing me again, and then he was biting into my neck, nibbling was more the right word. I was moaning, trying to control myself, but I couldn't, he was just so irresistible, just as he had always said; I really couldn't keep my hands off him.

I was sweating, and we were moving in tact to some rhythm, our heartbeats. Both heartbeats melted sounded like a face paced drum, and soon we were dancing along to the rhythm, our bodies still intertwined. His leg was between both of mine, and his hands were caressing the small of my back, and we were dancing as though in a club, which we were.

The lights turned on, disco lights, and there were others around us in couples: Geoff and Bridgette, Gwen and Trent, Harold and LeShawna, Noah and Cody, Beth and DJ, Tyler and Lindsey, Katie and Sadie and Justin, Eva and Ezekiel, Owen and Izzy, and Heather and Chris. All of us were jamming to our heartbeats, the magical rhythm, being conducted by the psychotic Chef Hatchet. And it didn't bother Duncan and me that we were only in our undergarments. Heck, everyone there was, it was like the formal dress code or something, but it was perfect.

Step by step, we danced on like it was the last day on earth and all we could do was dance. I wasn't getting tired. I felt the adrenaline run through my veins and, in no way, was I stopping. Everything was too perfect, and it felt like it would never end, at least I hoped it wouldn't. I was safe, dancing in Duncan's arms, kissing him tenderly, kissing him with want. And he was kissing me, and every couple seemed happy, everyone was dancing to the tempo of our hearts, without a care in the world other than the ones we were holding in our arms.

Then coupled began to fade out, or maybe they were leaving without me noticing, too caught up in Duncan. Eva and Ezekiel. Katie, Sadie, and Justin. Harold and LeShawna. Beth and DJ. Gwen and Trent. Lindsey and Tyler. Heather and Chris. Noah and Cody. Owen and Izzy. Geoff and Bridgett. Finally, Chef. And we it was, once again, just Duncan and I, dancing to only the tune of our two hearts, in the dark, yet magical room.

"Hey, Princess, you awake?" asked Duncan. He was looking down at me and seemed concerned. I tried replying, but no noise would come from my mouth. I looked down, then back up and everything was gone, besides Duncan's echoing voice. "Princess? Princess, hey, Princess."

My eyes flickered open, and I was back in Duncan's living room, back in Duncan's over-sized t-shirt, back in Duncan's arms.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Chappie Numeral Seven is UP! XD I hope you liked it, and I hoped you weren't too confused. Dream sequences are always so fun to write, cause like anything can happen. And so...this was Courtney's dream on Christmas. Next up is Christmas Morning (which will be the title) I hope you stay tuned, and I hope you review. Because I won't update number 8 until I get at least...six reviews for this chapter. (I've never had a story with over 29 reviews-at least not on this sight-so bear with me)