Waking up in her bed on a cold December morning, Emma was grateful that it was still dark. She would still have a few more hours of sleep before it was time to get up and face another day of school. Flopping over, Emma tried to close her eyes but something was scraping against the window. Sitting upright, Emma leaned over and turned on her lamp, glaring at the clock that read 5:32. It was far too early to be awake. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, Emma grinned when she realized what the sound was, snow falling in thick sheets.

She would definitely have more than a few hours of sleep before she had to wake up again, school was definitely canceled. Pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders, Emma laid back down on her pillow. She doubted that she would fall asleep for much longer, but she was content to lie still and watch the gently falling snow.

Emma didn't know when she fell asleep, but the next time she opened her eyes, the snow had stopped and there was a calm stillness to the world. The house was quiet and she could hear the faint snores from Mikey from his room. If Mikey was still asleep that meant that Jason was still asleep. Shaking out her bed head, Emma glanced down at her phone, fully expecting to see a slew of messages from Clay. But there were none.

Huh.

He must still be sleeping. It seemed like the entire world had taken the snow day as a chance to catch up on some missed sleep except for Emma.

Standing in front of the window, Emma watched the plows come by and a thought popped into her brain. If both Mikey and Jason were still asleep, she could pop out and surprise Clay, spend the day together without any watching eyes. Emma debated texting Clay and telling him that she was on her way, but if he was still asleep, she didn't want to disturb him. Besides, was it a surprise if she told him that she was on her way?

Emma was going back and forth the entire fifteen minute drive to Clay's apartment, but as she stood in front of his door, she was glad that she didn't tell him. Finding time to spend with Clay truly alone was hard, there was always one of her uncles around or they were watching Jameelah and RJ together and couldn't be themselves around the kids. It would be nice for it to just be Emma and Clay for a little while, free from any outside noise.

Tiptoeing in the apartment, Emma heard Clay's gentle breathing through the door. Definitely still asleep. Placing her bag and jacket on the table, Emma kicked off her moccasins and had her hand on the doorknob when she heard a low moan. Freezing in place, Emma felt a pit form in the bottom of her stomach. He was having a nightmare. The nightmares were common for both her and Clay, really most of their family knew what it was like to wake up in a cold sweat from an image that you can't quite shake. That didn't mean that he needed to suffer through them needlessly. Throwing the door open, Emma stood in the doorway, jaw on the floor. He was most certainly not having a nightmare.

Sometimes when you're dreaming, there are times when you know that you're dreaming, but can't bring yourself to care that the fantasy you've created in your mind was just that, a fantasy. Clay knew that there was no possible way that he could be in a nightclub in Spain with Emma, but yet, in his dream world, they were there, dancing against each other in the steamy Spanish night. "You having fun Em?"

"You know I am Clay," Emma said, grinning saucily over her shoulder. After the few drinks they had together, Emma was feeling more than a little relaxed, light and airy in a way that didn't exist back at home.

"You're driving me crazy honey," Clay said with a groan, grabbing her hips in his large hands, moving to the beat of the samba that was blaring through the speakers. "You look incredible."

"I'm driving you crazy?" Emma said spinning around in Clay's arms, hips pressed tightly together. "You're the one who's hard and pressing up against me," Emma said with a moan, arms wrapped around his neck.

"And you're the one not wearing a tiny dress and no bra, Emmie K," Clay grumbled low in her ear, grinding up against her. "Who's not playing fair now?"

"Hey Clay," Emma whispered, a devilish grin on her face. "I'm not wearing anything under the dress," she giggled, spinning away from him and heading towards the bar. She would pay for that later but, oh, what a way to go.

Dream Emma sipped on her drink as Clay stalked over to her, taking the glass from her and setting it on the bar top so he could grab her hands. Hurrying through the throng of people still on the dance floor, they burst into one of the bathrooms, hands and lips roaming everywhere.

"Em, this thing is driving me crazy," Clay growled, crowding against her back as she faced the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a black dress that he could swear he had seen her wear before, a short sparkly thing that left very little to the imagination. The short dress paired with fuck me pumps made Clay drool all night long.

"So take it off," Emma whispered, reaching behind for the zip to the dress.

"Baby, if someone walks in here…" Clay never got to finish his thought as Emma's lips sealed themselves onto his earlobe, suckling and biting gently. The things that girl could do with her tongue were incredible and turned Clay into a quivering pile of goo every single time. Dragging his hands down to the hem of the dress, Clay inched it upwards, exposing soft smooth skin, sans any underwear.

At all.

"Emma Kate," he husked in her ear, finger dipping to tease. Quick and gentle, never enough pressure to satisfy.

"Clay, don't tease." Emma pushed back against his front, desperate for any sort of friction that she could find. He was teasing her on purpose and she was having none of it, not today.

"Baby I want you so bad, he panted, biting down on her earlobe, hips stuttering at the sound of the moans dripping out of her throat. Emma turned to face him, making eye contact before sinking to her knees.

"I want you, Clay, give it to me," Emma met his eyes in the mirror and licked her lips as she tilted her head back before kissing the head of his cock.

Clay was struck speechless and before he could move, he saw dream Emma slipping from his grasp, becoming hazy in his mind. No, no, no, he didn't want to wake up alone to a cold, empty bed. He wanted to stay in the smelly bar bathroom with Emma. As he opened his eyes, the sight of Emma in his bed made him wonder what was reality and what was a dream. She was here with him, but definitely not wearing a slinky black dress and heels. No, his girl was in a t shirt and sweats, hair in a bun and looking more beautiful than he had ever seen her. He would take this version of Em over dream Emma any day, she was the one he got to kiss. Among other things.

Clay was shirtless, arm thrown behind his head. The thin sheet that he slept with was slung low on his hips and Emma could just make out the rising bulge under the sheet. "Em, uh, more," Clay groaned, hips jerking slightly. Emma was afraid to move, not wanting to wake Clay from his dream, but all she wanted to do was strip that sheet from the bed and see what he was hiding beneath his boxers. Torn between letting him sleep and finding a good way to utilize their alone time, Emma almost walked back out the door. But with all his muscles on display, Emma was drawn like a moth to a flame, she couldn't resist. Climbing onto the bed, Emma fluttered her hands down his shoulders, settling herself on 'her' side of the bed to watch Clay sleep.

And well, dream.

As she laid there, his hips never stopped moving, thrusting up, making circles, but his hand never made his way underneath the sheet that was precariously draped around his thighs.

But when the sheet slipped as Clay's hips shifted again, Emma's throat dried up at the sight of his muscular thighs and hips, and the impressive size of his cock. The man had apparently fallen into bed the previous evening bare as the day he was born, every single muscle on display. The bulge growing beneath the sheet was rising steadily and Emma couldn't help herself, she reached out a hand and stroked his cheek, gasping when his eyes popped open.

"Emmie K?" Clay said, voice rough and gritty from sleep. Selfishly, Emma also thought that his voice sounded like he was right on the edge, but she wasn't going to tell anyone else that little tidbit of information. That was for her ears only.

"Yeah babe." Emma snuggled in closer to him, resting her head against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest and the warmth of his hands on her waist made her shiver, he really was like a walking furnace.

"You're in my bed."

Emma giggled, "Uh huh."

"This isn't a dream?"

Clay still sounded adorably confused and Emma couldn't stop herself. Grabbing his face with her hands, Emma kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. "Still think it's a dream?" she gasped, pulling away from Clay's sinful lips.

"If it is, I hope I don't wake up anytime soon," Clay muttered, leaning back down for another kiss. Emma felt the sheet slip between them and Clay press into her waist, hot and hard.

"Babe," Emma laughed as Clay kissed down her neck, frowning at the high neckline of her t-shirt. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Hmm?" Clay was preoccupied with running his hands underneath her shirt, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of her sweats.

Emma grabbed his hands and forced him to look at her. If he kept touching her like that, it would be over before she even got the chance to learn about his fantasy. "What were you dreaming about?" A flush rose up on Clay's cheekbones and he ducked his head bashfully. Oh this was going to be good. "Clay what do you always tell me when I wanna try something?"

"That I'm never going to find it disgusting or awful, that I want to know," Clay mumbled, trying to focus on anything but the sway of Emma's breasts lying in front of him. She either wasn't wearing a bra or the one that she was wearing didn't have nearly enough support to contain her chest, but Clay was personally hoping for the no bra option if he had a choice.

"Then don't you think I would want the same? Beside you're awfully cute when you're embarrassed," Emma said gently kissing his nose. Every time that she wanted to try something he was enthusiastic, but when she mentioned that she wanted to know what he wanted, he clammed up and refused to say a word. It was unbelievably frustrating to want to please someone and know that they have fantasies, but that they won't share them with you.

There was a beat of awkward silence before Clay gently turned Emma to face away from him, pulling her flush against him. "You wanna know what I was dreaming about Emmie K?"

Emma could only nod, words stuck in her throat. Clay was moving his hips against her butt, gasping in her ear quietly. They didn't need to be loud, this moment was just for them. "Tell me Clay," Emma moaned, pressing herself as close to him as she could.

"We were out, dancing. You were wearing a scrap of lace you called a dress," Clay bit and soothed the marks with his tongue, grinning when she moaned lightly. "We ended up in the bathroom at the bar, and you weren't wearing any underwear," Clay said, shoving her sweats down her hips, laughing at the lack of underwear on her own body.

"You mean like right now?" Emma giggled, struggling to take off her shirt while still lying against Clay. When she finally got free from her shirt, she laid back against his chest, clad in only a soft cotton bra that was quickly tugged out of the way.

"Yeah babe, like right now," Clay said sliding his hand down her stomach. "I was standing behind you and just as I was going to sink a finger inside, you knelt in front of me. But before you could put your lips on me, I woke up." His fingers started to brush gently against the soft skin, feeling the wetness pooling as his finger sank deeper.

"And you wanted that?" Emma tried to keep her focus on the fantasy, but the more he moved his fingers the less control she had over her brain.

"Yeah babe," Clay whispered, cupping her breast and rocking against her.

"Well what's stopping us?" Standing up from the bed, she dragged Clay into the small bathroom off of his bedroom. Standing at the vanity, Emma let Clay wrap his arms around her waist as they moved with each other. Panting, Emma took his hands away from her breasts and placed them low on her hips. "Clay," she moaned, bending over slightly, ass pressing more firmly against his hips.

Rutting against her a few times, Clay pulled back and let his fingers dance a trail down her spine and over the swell of her ass before his middle finger sank into Emma, drawing a loud moan from deep in her chest. "You like that Em?"

"Yeah babe." Emma could barely get the words out, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling open. Thrusting into Emma with one hand, Clay used the other hand to tug at her nipples, grinning at her reflection in the mirror when her mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed themselves shut.

"Emmie K, you feel incredible." Clay mumbled into her neck, rasping his teeth on the soft spot behind her ear. The way she was moving against him and the tightness on her finger was dizzying.

Emma spun around in his arms, frowning at the loss of his finger, but she couldn't exactly do this facing away from Clay. Sinking to her knees, Emma looked up at Clay through her lashes. This wasn't something they had done before and Emma wasn't quite sure if she would be any good, but the minute her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Clay let out a string of moans. As she licked, kissed, and sucked Clay couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her mouth, winding his fingers into her hair.

"Emmie, babe, you gotta, I'm gonna," Clay couldn't get his words out, but Emma didn't pull away. When Clay came with a gasp, she gently removed herself, hands rubbing gently as she stood. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Emma let him slow his fast beating heart as she kissed the underside of his jaw.

"How's that for a lived out fantasy babe?" Emma whispered in his ear, laughing at Clay's enthusiastic nod.

"So good Em," Clay kissed her bare shoulder, and for a split second Emma thought he was going to fall asleep standing up. Emma relaxed in his embrace and before she knew it she was thrown over his shoulder as Clay dashed into their bedroom.

"Clay! What are you doing?" Emma shrieked.

"I'm gonna repay the favor," Clay growled, dragging Emma to the edge of the bed.

Emma just nodded, biting her lip. If Clay wanted to repay the favor, she wasn't going to complain. They had the entire day after all, as the snow had started falling again, blanketing the world in it's soothing embrace.