After their date Jenny had been awake most of the night, tossing and turning. She couldn't find a comfortable position, due in large part to her brain's high state of alertness. In the form of her conscience it was working overtime, plaguing her with thoughts of Tom that were proving almost impossible to reconcile. After rolling over for possibly the thousandth time of the night Jenny had concluded that her life would be so much easier if she had no feelings for Tom anymore. But that was the main problem. She still had feelings for him. She had even told him she loved him last night, for crying out loud! It's just that she also loved someone else, albeit in a completely different way. With Tom she felt safe. Not that safe was a bad thing, mind you. In light of recent events safe was in fact a highly desirable feeling. It's just that safe was so--well boring. And Jenny was feeling guilty over that little bit of self-confession that had come to her in the wee hours of the morning.

            Before The Games she would never have classified her relationship with Tom as boring. Actually she had never really given much thought to it at all. She had always felt like she was supposed to be with Tom. And until Julian came along she never noticed if Tom felt anything different. But Julian had shown her something she almost wished she had never experienced. And damn his blue eyes to hell if she was ever going to get over it.

            Julian had wanted her. Pushing aside the delicious stream of images that thought brought forth was a Herculean labor to be sure, but once her thoughts were on the right path Jenny had finally crystallized the real difference between Tom and Julian.

            Julian wanted her to be with him. He was willing to do whatever was necessary to make that happen, even walking the worlds for her. No matter what else Jenny had never doubted that he felt that she belonged with him. Unconditionally. She never doubted that he wanted her, and he never tried to deny or hide the feelings she stirred in him. In fact it was just the opposite. He was thrilled in his own response to her touch, and was just as lost in her eyes as she was in his.

            Whereas in Tom's case he simply expected her to be there. And that was it, in a nutshell. It was probably due in large part to the fact that they had paired up so young. With both of their personalities forming alongside their relationship it was a case of their personalities and their relationship being completely meshed. Tom faired a little better than Jenny since he had sports to help define him as more than just Tom-and- Jenny. But until Julian Jenny had never thought about a need to have her own existence outside of Tom-and-Jenny. She had just gone with the flow doing whatever Tom wanted without question for so long. But now they were practically adults and it wasn't so easy to just go with the flow anymore.

            While she hadn't come to a decision regarding what to do about Tom she had come to one regarding Julian. She decided that she wasn't ready to have him exit her life. Maybe someday she was going to move on and find a relationship like the one they could have had but she wanted to be with Julian now. And if her dreams proved to be the only way they could be together well she was going to have to take what she could get. She made a point of telling herself that when she fell asleep the next time she needed to call out to Julian. She wondered briefly what he would say, if he would even come to her seeing as they had decided not to have him visit her anymore for a while and it had been a whole what, 48 hours?

            So it was thoughts of this nature that had tormented Jenny most of the night, with the end result being that she was nodding off while she still had a few hours to wait before getting picked up for Sarah's party. She was ready to go, sitting at her desk with her elbow helping to prop her head up. She just kept thinking she'd open her eyes as soon as she heard the doorbell, but she was asleep before she knew it, her head hitting her arm as she succumbed.

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            Julian was amusing himself by experiencing one of his favorite dreams. In it Jenny was asleep in her bed when he appeared at the foot of it. He was there to answer her--she's been calling his name out in her sleep. He loved the way her voice sounded in this dream--it was very low and soft, almost like a moan. Incredibly sexy. He calls her name softly and she wakes up to find him there.

            "You rang?" he says with a smile.

            "What?" she denies any knowledge but her blush suggests otherwise.

            "You were calling out my name," he teases, "was there something you needed?"

            "I was dreaming," she begins, then stops abruptly as the dream invades her memory once

more.

            "Of me? I'm flattered. What was this dream about?"

            She shakes her head then ducks her chin to her chest.
           

            "No way!" her voice comes out a bit muffled and presents Julian with the opportunity he's been looking for.

            "What was that? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that."

            When she only shakes her head again he climbs onto the bed and starts crawling toward her. When she feels the mattress moving Jenny's head snaps up. Her mouth drops open and she whispers hoarsely:

            "What do you think you're doing?"

            "If you insist on speaking so softly I'm just going to have to put myself in a position where I can hear you, that's all."

            Jenny isn't actually paying attention to his answer, being too busy trying to find a way out. But seeing as this is Julian's dream he doesn't have leaving the bed occur to Jenny as a viable option. While she's distracted he whips his hand out and snakes it around her ankle, pulling her down toward him. She ends up on her back with her face level with his. He takes a moment to enjoy the view. She's wearing a white sports bra and a pair of white and green boxer shorts that have ridden up considerably, showing an edge of lace underneath.

            "Where were we? Ah yes. That dream of yours. What was it about again?" At her mute stare he continues.

            "Not talking, hmm? Well I have ways of making you talk."

            Then he bends his head toward her lips, intent on having her cry out his name many times more before he's through. Just as his lips brush hers he feels a pull from the real Jenny.

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AN: I know people are waiting for this chapter so I'm just getting on with it today! All I'm saying is thanks for reading and please note that the rating for this has been moved to "R." I'm playing it safe, the only way to play.

Disclaimer: Just the standard "I own nothing, please don't sue me!"