Chapter 2- Continuous Dreams

Fenris had put a small dab of the perfume upon her neck. They had stopped for camp as the sun was starting to set. A fire had already been made and along with the fighting for the last lizard-on-a-stick from Chaos and Iris.

"Ow?" Chaos shouted in pain as Iris had punched him hard in the rib cage. She smiled as she had won the last lizard. Fenris just slightly smiled as Iris was looking her way. Loki on the other hand had just arched his eyebrows and grunted, "Those two idiots."

Night had appeared. Loki stayed awake, of course, since he was nearly always first to stay and watch. Three of them were in their sleeping bags and slept though Fenris just laid and stared at the stars as usual. Chaos was grumbling from the pain. Iris was just giggling as she was dreaming pleasant thoughts.

Loki closed his eyes as he sat on a large rock. Somehow, he had gone into a small slumber. Her lips on his, creating a burning sensation…somewhere. His hands on her chest. No one was there to watch them. Loud and pleasured moans coming from her mouth and his as sweat dripped from every place of their bodies.

He woke up immediately. The sun had risen, showing that it was morning. Luckily there was no intruder or he would have failed his guard duty. His lips were burning and slightly swollen. His cheeks were a dark red color. Why would I…. Why would I dream about her? Why would I dream about Fenris? Fenris Fenrir. Seeing that they were about to stir from their slumber soon, he went down to a small river that was close by. He splashed the cold water in his face.

It wasn't entirely a great shock though he didn't expect that he would ever dream such lust. Loki's dark blush started to fade away along with his aroused manhood. Then he had heard footsteps, his head popped up along with his skeleton armor. Fenris had appeared and blinked, "Something wrong, Loki?" She wondered why he was already in his armor.

"Nothing…." He said as he looked down, trying not to remember those lust-filled moments. "Oh, okay," she answered, smiling a little at him as she knelt beside him and filled her canteen with water. Loki stared at her. She smiled….at me? A wind came by blowing her hair back. The assassin looked away and stood up as she did. When the wind had blown her hair back, he saw the beauty of her face and that made him nervous and confused. He had given up on his emotions to become what he was now though what had sparked them back to life to put it in a way to say it.

"Loki?" Fenris said to him as she put a small cloth to his lips. Loki was back to reality. Fenris smiled once more as she started dab the cloth on his lips. "Your lips are bleeding," she responded from his small shock. He had realized he had washed his face too rigorously and had cut his bottom lip when he had put on his armor. His only response was looking away so he wouldn't blush. "Thank you," he said as she was done wiping away the small amount of blood.

Fenris nodded, "It's alright. We better get back." She started to walk near the campsite while Loki just followed and stared at her. He was relieved that Fenris had changed her outfit since it would have brought up more memories of the dream. Then he realized that she was wearing the perfume. The memory of the slaughtered animal came to his mind. That was still a mystery to him and so decided to keep on his guard just in case.

Chaos and Iris had just wakened as they rubbed the sleep from their eyes and mumbled their good mornings. After they had packed up and had eaten breakfast, they went back to their journey. It had been little over four hours. The cleric complained and demanded a piggy back ride from Chaos. Then, an argument had been created with the two spontaneous couple. The other two were silent and calm. Fenris was staring at the ground while in a trance, either thinking of Balder or the dream about Loki and her. Loki was just trying to focus on zoning the two annoyances out of his mind.

Soon they had arrived to a town in the late afternoon. All of them agreed on staying at an inn since Iris wouldn't be quiet on how she hated sleeping on the ground and that there were bathrooms and such. The four were separated into two rooms. Iris clung to Chaos, saying, "I want to sleep with my boyfriend. Since each room has only one bed." Chaos just smiled, thinking perverted thoughts. "And that each bed is really comfy so Chaos will be sleeping the floor. I couldn't possibly ask Fenris to do that, now," she said, winking at all of them. Fenris was only shocked at hearing the cleric saying, "Boyfriend." Loki just shook his head and his attention was caught, seeing Fenris sad and shocked. Chaos complained but only received a punch to the head from Iris. After recovering from the assault, Chaos said jokingly to the other two, "Since Fenris and you will be sharing a room. Don't do anything to cause so much noise that Iris and I could hear from across the hall, Loki." Loki just slapped him against the head and replied, "I'm not you, Farm Boy. And thank the Gods for that." The red haired man just rubbed his head as he had an additional bruise on his head. The reincarnated wolf goddess just blushed as she had heard Chaos's comment.

All four of them went into their rooms. Fenris was in the bathroom to change into her sleeping clothes and Loki just had slipped off his jacket, shirt, and shoes in the room. Loki sat in a chair staring outside. Fenris came out in her midnight blue shorts and a light blue shirt. She had turned away as she had Loki only in his pants as the moon reflected off of his well built chest. A small rosy blush crept to her cheeks.

Loki just said, "I'll sleep on the chair."

"Oh, um…thank you, Loki," she replied.

She turned around and lay down on the bed. The blanket was over her body. Her wolf hair pin was down as her silky raven hair covered the pillow case as she rested her head on it. He was staring at her as she laid down with her back to him. They both slept quietly.

Loki was slightly grunting as the dream was more detailed than previously. Fenris was dreaming of sitting on a cliff with someone she could not clearly make out as they both were sitting close to each other.

"Fenris…What would happen if Balder did not return? Who do you think would love you?" The mysterious person asked.

"I…don't know. Sometimes I would think of someone else to be with me instead of Balder though I couldn't really know who that person would be," she answered softly.

He questioned her once more as his face came closer to hers, "Would you greet him with open arms, if he confessed his love to you?"

She replied as she drifted into his intoxicating scent, "I suppose so. It's difficult to have faith and hope when you're dealing with love. So, yes, I would. It's better to have someone who loves you than to love someone you love."

"Would you love me, Loki?" he asked as he was only so close to her soft and gentle lips.

Her eyes slowly closed as she said, "Yes, of course."

And with that, their hands folded together with each finger entangling the other and their lips connected as their tongues sought out for each other. Then the next moment, they were both in a rather large bed and their clothes were gone. And then…

Fenris woke up quietly as her face was as red as a rose. She stood up and headed for the bathroom. She splashed cold water in her face and wiped the sweat off her slender yet attractive neck. Slightly wide-eyed, she put her hand on her forehead. Why would you dream about him? It's not like he's horrible though he is rather known to be unemotional. If I really do love him, would he love me? Is this a sign or rather a petty girl's hope or so to say? She exited out of the bathroom as she walked towards the bed; she saw a small grunting or frustrating look on his handsome face. She set a blanket from the bed on his body. It was the least she could do for him letting her sleep on the bed.

Meanwhile Loki's dream went further into detail. The blanket over his body was also intoxicated with her scent. His dream took place in the very same room they were in. His strong hands slightly gripped the arms on the chair.

Fenris was standing in the doorway, leaning on one of the edges of the wall. She was wearing a transparent, short, and arousing nightgown. It was back and very form fitting. It was like a bathing suit on it showed a lot of her body from the lace. "Do you like it, Loki? I picked it out just for you." She said as she blushed deeply to show her true innocence.

Loki was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had also blushed while his member was starting to erect. "It looks lovely on you." He said. It was like he was being controlled by someone or he was just there to watch while his true lust was being expressed through this dream.

Fenris sat on his lap, staring at his eyes as her hand was on his cheek. His hands were on her waist as they started to kiss. His lips brushed her cheek and started to play with her ear. He blew air in it as he sensed small shivers up her spine. He left a trail of kisses down her neck as his hands started to take off the sexy night gown.

Suddenly he was on top of her as she was now fully naked. He was only in his pants. His lips kissed down her shoulders to her stomach as his hands were busy with playing with her tender breasts. She slightly sat up as she started to undo his pants. He only smirked as he spread her thighs.

The assassin started to go at it with his mouth on her womanhood as Fenris started moaning and arching her back. He licked her womanly juices as he licked her sides of her clit. He inserted two of his fingers as he went back up and started to kiss her passionately. Their tongues were battling with each other to say it in a way.

He disconnected the kiss as he started to bite her lower lip gently and she did the same with his. His fingers were taken out as he eased his fully erected manhood into her womanhood. A whimper and a moan came out her mouth. He thought it was cute. As he went in and out movements, he smelled the perfume on her damp skin, moist from the sweat.

He woke up, the blanket slid to his lap. His hand was on the side of his head while beads of sweat dripped on his face. Again? He turned to see Fenris and saw her sleeping while facing him. He noticed the blanket and assumed it was her. Can this possibly happen? Could I actually love her? If so, then…would she love me?