It was dark all around me and I was shivering with cold. Dad was holding my face gently with one hand while his other hand was covering my eyesight. I couldn't see anything but I could hear. Something snapping in two and someone screaming. I didn't know the man holding me anymore. His hands were not the ones that pulled my hair while calling me little ray of sunshine and the harsh commanding voice wasn't the same one that told me about princes and princesses.

And then he was gone and I was surrounded by threes. A wolf pack was running past me in a blur of color and one of them looked vaguely like the one I had met in the woods. They didn't make a sound as they ran through the forest at an amazing speed. There was something odd about it. Like there was something there I should have figured out by now but I couldn't for the life of me grasp it.

The scenery changed again and I was in my room. Or it looked like my room but it was lightened up by a slivery glow. Paul was leaning over the bed with a worried face and his skin was glowing too. I pinched my arm but felt nothing. Another stupid fever dream. At least this time it was a dream.

I tilted my head and studied the face above me. Paul Lahote was hot. I was honest enough to myself to admit that. And asshole but still hot. Of course I would deny it the second I woke up but he was. Probably why girls threw themselves at him.

He had shaggy coal black hair I just knew would feel smooth and silky between my fingers. Dark brown eyes one could drown in, a perfect jaw and so much character in his face that he was a painters dream. And the nose. He had the most perfect nose. Not to mention the lips. Even though they were thin and I had seen them in a sneer more than I liked to remember, they were tempting. And the ears. For a man they were really well shaped.

Yupp. I was really delirious. Thinking about how kissable Paul was and his ears of all things. I have never in my life had a thing for ears.

Damn, was this a freakin wet dream about Paul. Why? It was usually Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow, Channing Tatum or Chad Michael Murray. Even Jacob Black at one point that shall never be mentioned ever again not even in my mind but never Paul Lahote. Stupid messed up dreams. But it had to be. For some reasons all the guys in those dreams were glowing slightly and here he was. Glowing. I blamed my mom for that. Having her reading me trashy romance novels instead of fairytales when I was a kid was bound to have some after effects. She had skipped the smutty parts but I have heard more about dashing lords and bashful ladies than was strictly healthy for a developing mind.

"Uh Jan? Why are you staring? Are you okay?"

Why was he asking me if I was fine? Less talking more action please. And perhaps if I was lucky he would turn into Jack Sparrow soon. Although this wasn't too bad either. He was hot after all. And it wasn't really Paul Lahote. Just a Paul I had created inside my clearly very disturbed mind. I bet Freud would have a lot to say about this.

"Jan?"

For the love of god just kiss me already.

Paul didn't move an inch just looked at me with the same creepy stare. Seemed I had to take control here. Mmm. Dominating Paul Lahote. Just the thought of it made me warm. Although usually the only kind of dominating I wanted to do to Paul was to tie him to a three in the woods and leave him there.

"Get in the bed."

Paul frowned.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah whatever. Just get in the bed."

I scooted over to make place. The bed barely fit us both so I got up and positioned myself over him.

"Jan? What are you doing?"

"Promise me to lie still and don't move."

He still looked confused but nodded. Damn. Why couldn't he be that agreeable in real life?

"Promise you won't move an inch?"

He nodded again staring up at me with eyes that seemed black. So what now? In all my other dreams the man or boy knew exactly what was going on. Paul seemed clueless and confused. Wasn't he supposed to be a womanizer? A huge flirt? So why was he just lying their seeming more virgin than I was? That was totally off script from my usual naughty dreams.

I bent down, stroking my lips against his. It was like an electric current shot threw my body and the little gasp from Paul made me even hotter. I licked his lips and he shivered. Just by that simple touch his breathing grew ragged and his heart was beating like crazy under my hand. He tasted like cinnamon and bubblegum. Quite pleasant actually. I moved my hands from his chest and tugged slightly on his hair. Paul moaned and shuddered as I pulled a little bit harder. Somehow I had ended up on top of him and even in my dreams he was incredible hot. Like burning hot. And he was turned on. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, very turned on.

Were they supposed to be that big? That part in my dreams were usually a bit fuzzy. And porn and pictures in the biology book was the only reference I had. And that wasn't much to go on. Oh god I have a sick mind. Not only am I making out with a dream Paul but my mind had even conjured Paul with a hammer. God I really need therapy.

And why am I still making out with dream Paul?

I was getting dizzy and put my forehead at the side of his neck. It was nice. Like having my very own warm mattress. And that was a really dirty thought. I snickered and Paul put a warm hand on the base of my neck.

"What are you laughing at?"

"This is one fucked up dream."

He stiffened slightly under me and I groaned in annoyance.

"Don't do that. More comfortable if you don't."

His chest rumbled beneath me.

"Am I comfortable?"

There it was. That haughty self-assured tone that always made me want to punch him. So at least I wasn't totally out of my mind. Just a bit messed up. Next time I would stick to tea instead of flu medicine. The dreams and haziness couldn't be worth it. I buried my nose into the crook of his neck and sighed. Paul murmured something under me but I was way too low for me to hear. A pair of warm arms curled around me and pressed myself further into that delicious warmth. I was sure I was bound to do some freaking out when I woke up but right now I was damned comfortable. And it wasn't like I could be blamed for the things my subconscious self made up when I was sleeping.

Authors note: Promised you a little action didn't I? This is the first one and there will be more I promise you that. Now did it really happen? Who knows. Only Paul does and he isn't talking now is he.