I don't own Night World.
Prompt #40 – Dream
This meadow was now my favourite place.
And it all had to do with Morgead, who was right now pressing me against a tree and kissing me, almost violently. I couldn't even feel the branches that were digging into my back as I fought to pull him closer. My hands drifted down his chest to the strong, tensed muscles of his abdomen as he started kissing down my neck. I closed my eyes blissfully–
And opened them to my dark room, gasping with the intensity of the dream.
Okay. I seriously needed to stop having these dreams about Morgead.
Aha. Couldn't resist. This is before Huntress. Heehee. I had fun there.