My Clouded Dreams
Hi! This is (I think) a one-shot fan fic. It's about Dreams and how they can screw with ya in the real world.
He initiated the kiss just brushing his lips with hers. She deepened the kiss and neither wanted to go up for air. When they finally did come up for air they looked into each other's eyes. "What does this mean", She asked searching her eyes for the answer. "I haven't a clue". "Me either". With that they were back on each other like 3 year olds and dirt. He kissed her neck and toyed with her ear lobe. This sent a shiver of pleasure throughout her entire body, "Joseph" she breathed barely able to do that.
Clarisse woke up from her dream panting for air. She looked around trying to gather her surroundings but all she felt was dampness. She reached for the lamp on her nightstand and when she cut it on she saw why. She was drenched in sweat. Her nightgown, her pillow, her sheets were all drenched in sweat. She remembered her dream and shook with pleasure. She quickly decided to go and have some ice cream before she drifted towards Joseph's bedroom.0o0o0o0o
"Joseph", she panted his name and it drove him wild. He let his hands rove wherever they happened to land. "More", she cried and more she was given. He placed butterfly kisses down her neck around her shoulder. Then down her spine, and down her hip, then towards her inner thigh. He toyed with her emotions now. He would kiss her thigh, and then her lips, and then back to her thigh. To her it was torture for him it was sheer fun.
Joseph woke up with his eyes bolted open staring at his ceiling. "Even my dreams", he contemplated getting out of bed. He could say he thought he heard something, or some other lame excuse but he decided against it. He didn't know if he would be able to be a gentleman tonight. So instead he headed for the kitchen, "Perhaps a brownie might help".
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