SMUT in this Chapter and also a bit of Hap being a forceful, just a trigger warning to anyone who is a survivor! Hap does not force Prairie to do anything but he does cross a bit of a line
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Prairie woke up to her usual darkness, she reached out to the side of her for the familiar body of Jason, but she felt the cold empty side of the bed. Sitting up confused, she reached up to her, feeling the medical wrapping. Bringing her back to reality, she was in Haps bed…he was her capture, not some character she had created. That she wasn't married to Jason Isaacs, the actor playing the character Hap, she wasn't Brit Marling, no she was Prairie, she wasn't in love with him, it was a dream.
She had a dream of them together…a sex dream, a vivid detailed so real feeling dream. She had kissed him, welcomed his touch, loved him, leaned into his touch, his lips, his hands on her. Thinking about her made her nauseous, it was all too much, how could she have dreamt that with him…getting up she made her way around the bedroom until she found the door to the bathroom, opening it quickly she found the toilet and began to throw up, she didn't fully make it in time and threw up a bit on the front of her dress. After she felt her stomach couldn't push anything more up, she slipped the straps of the dress off standing up, she felt the shower curtain and found the knob, turning it on she heard the shower come on. She needed to clean herself from the smell of vomit, sex, sweat, and blood, she was filthy. She felt another wave of nausea hit her and she returned back to the toilet throwing up.
Finally, with teary eyes she lifted herself from the ground, pulling herself up to sink, she turned the water on, splashing her face, she removed the rest of her clothes, before returning back to the sink, washing her mouth out, not wanting to taste the bile at the back of her throat. She was standing there naked when she felt a chill run up her spine, as if wanting her she wasn't alone anymore. Turning slowly towards the bathroom door she saw a worried-looking Hap holding the doorframe staring at her with wide eyes in nothing but his black tight boxers.
She quickly jumped at the unwelcome guest, trying to cover her naked body. He stood there like a statue frozen in time, looking over her body. She could see her arousal clearly from the outline in his boxers, he looked just like how she had just dreamt.
"Get out!" Prairie shrieked at him
His eyes snapped away from her body.
"I-I heard you throwing up, I thought something was wrong…I-I…" he mumbled before roaming his eyes back over her body until they locked on to her scared eyes, then realization hit him. "You can see me?" He asked
She looked away from him, upset he now knew she could see him, he had moved closer to her grabbing her arms, bringing her to face him.
"Prairie can you see me?" He demanded
His grips were painful on her arms, willing her to answer.
"Yes…" she whispered.
"How long" he continued.
She turned her head from him, not wanting to answer, he shook her arms just twice for her to turn back and look at him.
"Since I woke up after you hitting me…" she weakly replied.
She turned her eyes down at his bare chest, feeling the tears prickling her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice rising
His grips in her arms tightening, forcing her to look back up to him, she met his piercing blue eyes and saw them soften a bit at her.
"Because I wasn't sure… I still can't see…everything is dark and blurry, except you…I can fully see you, clearly." She explained in a soft voice.
His face softened at her confession, his lips parting slightly at the realization of what she was saying.
"You can only see me…." He repeated back out loud
She closed her eyes at his words, feeling ashamed, guilty, sick, rage, anger, but most importantly confusion.
"Is that why you dreamed of me Prairie?"
Her head snapped up back to him from the question, wide-eyed.
"What are you talking about?" She asked him
She couldn't hide the rest in her eyes, how did he know about her dream? It was just a dream, wasn't it? Not some sick joke by him. She hadn't really let him touch her like that did she? Was it the injury or the drug he had given her? But she knew looking in his eyes he wasn't Jason, not the eyes she was met with even when softened weren't not like Jason's. Haps eyes lacked love and comfort.
"I heard you Prairie after I had finished stitching you up, I was about to leave before you said my name in your sleep. You grabbed my thigh, holding me in place, almost like you wanted for me to stay…" his voice trailed off.
Prairie didn't want to believe that she had done that…with him hearing her. She looked away from him, not wanting to answer his questions, she wanted to run away. But clearly, this act alone was enough to answer him.
"Prairie…" Hap whispered easing his grip on her arms
She felt his hands travel up her arms, resting on her shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His hands felt hot on her body, almost as if burning her.
"Prairie" he called her name again
She answered his call by looking back into his unwavering eyes, staring hard into her. One of his hands moved behind her neck, holding her in place while the other hand snaked around her waist pulling her body flush against his bare chest, reminding her that she was naked in front of him, vulnerable.
"I know you dreamed of me…touching you…" he spoke hotly against her face.
She could feel his breath, smelling mint that was trying to mask the smell of tobacco from cigarettes. The hand across the back of her waist slowly began to stroke her skin, the hand on her neck gently tilted her face up to him. She was in too much shock to really process what was about to happen. Hap took that opportunity to lean his head down and kiss her right below her ear, just like had done in her dream, she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips.
"Did I touch you like this?" He asked lips curling into a smile against her skin
He left searing hot kisses against her neck that she swore would leave burn marks on her skin. The hand around her waist traveled back down her hip, gripping tightly, he nipped at her ear lobe causing another small gasp to escape her lips, she felt him once again grinning against her skin before he moved her hips against his, grinding lightly into her. Letting her feel how aroused he was.
"Let me make your dream a reality Prairie…." He whispered against her neck.
Her mind was overwhelmed by emotions, why was this feeling so good? Why did his touch feel this good? His lips on her neck, his hands on her…it shouldn't… his hands traveled further down on her waist brushing against the curls between her legs, dipping his hand in between, making her realize how her body was reacting to him.
"Fuck…you are wet Prairie…" he groaned against her neck resting his head against her.
He pushed his hips against her again, grinding his erection into her as a slipped a finger between her fold, gently causing just enough friction on her clit before entering a finger inside of her. A moan escaped her lips this time that she couldn't hold back, she grabbed onto his arms, unsure what to do.
"God please Prairie…I need you" he growled against her ear.
She felt overwhelmed by him, she couldn't respond. He entered another finger inside of her, curling his fingers together, hitting the friction of her walls. She felt her legs start to give way, gripping onto him tighter. Everything she was feeling was just like her dream…the way he was touching her, making her feel like this…she wanted to give into to it, to let her flow through her body.
"Say you want me, prairie…tell me you need me…" he pleaded with her.
He kissed her jaw, bringing her head back up to him, grabbing the hand on his arm, placing it on his boxers, letting her feel his erection. Instinctively she wrapped her hand around him, causing him to shudder. She looked into his eyes, they were glossed over with lust, this time she saw the same man in her dream looking back at her…his eyes looked like Jason's now.
"Prairie…tell me" he pleaded again
She wanted to, but this wasn't her dream, no, this was Hap, not some fantasy she had imagined being Jason Isaacs. Hap was her capture, holding her against her will, her friends were suffering down below…Homer was down there, waiting for her…no this wasn't right.
"No, stop…" she whispered
She felt his fingers slowly stop their rhythmic movements inside of her.
"What?" He asked his voice out of breath.
She removed his hand from her, gently pushing herself away from him until she felt his hands slip off of her completely. Crossing her arms over her chest. The hurt on his face was visible, rejection then frustration.
"Why?" That was all he could voice out
The hurt and anger on his face, caused her to back away from him until to felt the shower curtain and heard the water still on.
"You know why…because you are Hap and I am Prairie" she answers him
No longer does his eyes roam over her body with lust and desire, no he looks over her with frustration and it scars her, a sight she hasn't seen before.
"Because of him?" He asked her in a venomous tone.
Without saying then "who" she knew who he was referencing to, Homer. While that was a reason for it, it wasn't the main one. It was truly because he was Hap, a man doing unforgivable things all for his obsession he tried to justify.
"No, it's because of you…" she told him
She watched the anger release from his shoulders at her words, realizing why she was truly saying no to him. He ran his eyes over her naked body before turning away. As if taking a mental picture.
"Get cleaned up, we need to discuss your NDE and your dream" he instructed her before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Leaving her there to drown in her emotions.
Hap had left her to shower, he went and sat down on the edge of his bed, mind swarming with thoughts. He had woken up from the sound of her throwing up. He had rushed from the couch to make sure she was alright and the sight he had found her was not what he had expected…he found her naked in his bathroom. It was a sight he had wanted to see since the first time he had laid eyes on her in the train station, when she first smiled at him, listened to his heartbeat…he had fantasized about her and now he had seen every inch of her, and she was able to see him. His heart race thinking at the sight of her slender body bare to him.
Closing his eyes at the memory of the taste of her lips, the way she had moaned from his touch, the way she felt when his fingers were inside of her, how wet she felt, how wet she was for him. Hap was still painfully hard for her, and what made it worse was she was just a door away from him equally as turned on, naked in his shower…would she deny him again if she joined her in the shower?
He imagined how the water would cascade down her body….droplets falling to the curves of her breasts…stomach…hips…
Shaking his head, he had to stop his thoughts, she made it clear she didn't want him, rejecting him or Homer…anger returning back to the thought of Homer being able to experience intimacy that he never could with Prairie, he stood dressing him, pulling on a plain grey shirt, and black sweatpants. He also grabbed a long sleeve grey shirt and matching pajama bottoms for Prairie to wear. He would need to buy her more clothes since the only clothes she had, the tattered worn dress was ruined from blood and throw up. Moving to the bathroom door, Hap knocked gently.
"There are clothes out here for you on the bed, meet me in my study when you are dressed. Don't take too long" he advised her through the closed door before leaving her.
Reaching his kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee his mind began to turn in a different route. He had so many questions to her NDEs, how was she able to see him, why was she only able to see him so far? What happened when she died for 10 minutes? Once the coffee was done, he poured two cups and grabbed some crackers for Prairie to eat. Carrying the coffee and crackers over to his study he sat down and waited for her.
He had just finished his first cup of coffee when she finally came out. Looking at his watch, she had been showering for over an hour, he hadn't wanted to wait that long but understood it was the first shower she had in a while. Looking back at her, hair was wet and braided pulled to the side resting on the front of her shoulder soaking part of the shirt. She was practically swimming in his clothes looking almost comically. Even still she looked beautiful.
"Come sit down, I have some crackers and coffee for you" he told her
Prairie listened to him and he watched her hesitantly walk towards him, with her arms low in front of her until she hit the back of the chair. Sitting down she kept her eyes down, refusing to look at him, which did hurt him. But was happy to see her grabbing the coffee he made her, bringing the cup to her lips she made a bitter face after tasting the coffee.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
"It's just gone cold" she replied
Cursing mentally, of course, it had gone cold, he had made it over an hour ago not expecting it to take her that long to shower.
"Sorry, I let it sit out too long, I didn't know you would take that long to shower" he responded.
Getting up he grabbed both coffee cups and went to refill them with fresh coffee.
"It was the first shower I've had since being here…" prairie responded her voice trailing off
He froze at the comment feeling a bit guilty now at the harsh tone of his comment, he felt his stomach weight heavy, she had been enjoying feeling hot water on her skin again. She had a moment she had enjoyed in his shower…pushing the thought to the back of his head, he refilled the coffee cups and returned back to her. He set her fresh cup of coffee in front of her and was pleased to see she was eating some of the crackers he had left for her.
"When ready I want you to first start with your NDE" Hap advised her
Reaching out on his desk as he sat down he grabbed his heart monitor device.
"Now you remember this device" he placed one of her hands on the device. "It'll let me hear your heartbeat, letting me know if are you lying" he explained to her
Prairie nodded removing her hand from his, still refusing to look at him. Which did agitate him. He pushed that feeling to the side, grabbing his headphones he placed one in so he could listen to his device.
"We will start off simple, your name is Prairie correct?" He asks, device pointed towards her.
"Yes" she responded.
Her heartbeat was normal, slow, and steady.
"You lost your eyesight as a child after an accident correct?" Hap continued.
"Yes, my school bus was attacked, fell off a bridge into a frozen lake. Killing all the children in the bus, including me" she answered.
While her heartbeat did beat a bit faster, Hap felt it was just towards the thought of reliving that accident.
"But you came back didn't you?" He probed
"I was given a choice, to have peace or pain. I chose pain, and because of that, she took my sight" prairie stated taking a sip of her coffee.
Hap was confused, "she" took her eyesight? Who could've done that? Her heartbeat was steady, she was telling the truth.
"Who took your eyesight?" Hap questioned.
"Khatun, a woman that was there, she warned me if I went back I would face great pain. So as a gift she took my sight so I wouldn't have to see the horrors of what laid ahead" prairie answered turning her eyes to him.
Clearly, she was letting him know he was her horror…feeling uncomfortable with the attention he cleared his throat frowning but continuing acting as if her jab didn't affect him.
"So you were given a choice? To die or live?" He asked not able to hide the curious surprise in his voice
"For me there was, I don't know for the others" she answered him turning her gaze away from him again.
With her steady heartbeat like a drum in his ears, he continued on.
"In your last NDE what happened? Was she there uh-Khatun?" He asked
Her heartbeat skipped for a moment before she answered causing him to straighten his shoulders wondering what she was about to reveal.
"I saw my father…" she spoke softly.
"You could see?" He asked, obvious so her discomfort of mentioning her father.
Prairie shifted in her seat, clearly not wanting to remember the experience.
"I could see my father, but he couldn't see or hear me… Khatun was there again giving me the choice of peace or pain. To be at peace with my father…meaning my father is really dead…but I couldn't be with him. Not yet, with the others still here…" she explained her voice trailing off.
"How did you get your vision back, well somewhat back?" He asked
"She gave me a bird to swallow, to help me when I came back" she answered plainly.
Hap sat down his device, he was shocked at what he was hearing, what she was telling him. We were given a choice, to stay or go? Did we all have guides like she has? She swallowed a bird?
"You swallowed a bird?" He repeated to her
Hap felt his mind turning with possible theories, theories he needed to test on the others. Did they all have guides? Turning his attention back to her sitting there in his chair. Watching the few wet strands still dripping small water droplets on her shirt, dampening the fabric, turning his mind back to seeing her naked in the bathroom, back to her dream.
"What about your dream? He asked moving to the other topic he was curious about.
Prairie's face turned bright red with embarrassment at the question, hyper heartbeat practically deafening his ear. Removing the earbud, not needing the device anymore. Her emotions were easy to read, plain across her face. Clearly, she was thinking of the dream and what happened in the bathroom, good that made two of them.
"Prairie" he called to her.
She shifted in her seat, turning her body away from him.
"I don't want to talk about it…it has nothing to do with your work…" she responded, agitation in her voice.
Leaning forward towards her, he gained her attention, looking into each other's eyes. One showing nervousness, the other excitement.
"I don't need uh specific details on what was happening, just enough". He pushed.
"What purpose does this give your work? What more privacy can you take from me…" she shot back at him.
Her statement was true, he didn't need it for his work. No, it was for selfish reasons to why he wanted to know. Truly wanting to know why she had dreamed of him, sexually.
"Prairie…don't argue with me on this, think of the consequences " he warned.
Her shoulders sagged in defeat at his warning, knowing he was talking about the other below them. She would never put her friends in harm or suffer. He waited for her to answer.
"Alright…my dream felt real, not like any normal dream I've had. Real like when I thought my dad was talking to me in my dreams. This was different I wasn't me, well I was but I wasn't. I was named Brit marling, an actress and I was filming a show where the character's name was Prairie…" prairie explained with her head down, hands in lap.
"And I was there?" Hap questioned, even though he knew the answer.
"Yes but no. You weren't Hap, you were an actor who played him in the same show as me. Your name was Jason Isaacs, a British man" she explained with a hint of amusement in her voice when explaining he was British.
Leaning back in his chair at her response, a weird dream it was, but she still had more to explain. When he had watched her, it was a sexual dream she was experiencing. He wanted to know about that.
"Where were we in your dream?" he led her towards the answers he was looking for.
"We were in a bedroom, sharing a bed. I was confused not understanding why you were there, why I would be lying next to you. So I freaked out, and Jason explained I wasn't Prairie, but Brit and it felt true what he was telling me" she finished.
Clearly from her words, she hadn't minded dream version of him, well Jason as she called him. Clearly in her dream, Jason was able to calm her, which for a stupid reason made him a bit jealous of dream him. He needed more.
"Why was I with you" he continued
"Because we were married, brit and Jason were married," she said barely above a whisper.
But it was loud enough for him to hear it. And the whisper hit him hard. In this dream they were married, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile.
"In your sleep, you said my name, you said Hap" leaving out that she had moaned his name really
"Again, I thought you were Hap in my dream. But you weren't, you were Jason. Jason was different than you" she explained with a bit of defiance
But he wouldn't be swayed, leaning forward again in his chair to be closer to her, close enough to extend his fingers and touch her.
"Were you happy in your dream to be married to me, I mean to Jason?" Hap stuttered.
Snapping her head up to his question, eyes glaring at him, annoyed with the question. He simply tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at her, as if asking her what she would do.
"Well?" He pushed
"Yes, in my dream where you weren't even remotely like you, yes" a cold tone to his question
The bite of her tone didn't affect him like she had wanted to. He just curled his lips into a smirk.
"I hate you" she snapped back at his response, turning her head from him
"But not enough, you dreamed about me, of me touching you, and enjoying it clearly. I watched you" he replied with a sarcastic tone enjoying seeing her flustered.
Hap reached out slowly, placing his hand on her knee, she stiffened at his touch, which did hurt him, but she didn't jerk away from him.
"It wasn't you, it was Jason, a different man…not you…" she tried to convince, more so to herself than to him
Moving his hand between her knees, he gripped her chair pulling her closer to him, he watched how nervous she was at being close to him again.
"Oh but it was me, Prairie, it was my face, my body, my hands touching you" he spoke in a low tone
Moving both his hands up to her chair's armrest, making sure she couldn't move away from him. She was now wide eye looking at him.
"It was me who you enjoyed Prairie. Me" He told her
Leaning his face closer to her, close enough to feel her breath kiss his face
"Why resist the real thing, why fight me?" He asked her
Hap lifted his hand to cup her face, she closed her eyes momentarily as his thumb ran across her cheek
"Because it wasn't real, just a dream…I would never…" her voice trailed off once his thumb ran over her parted lips gently.
"You've said before your dreams have felt real, like premonitions, that have come true before. What if this dream is our destiny? He asked hooking a finger under her chin lifting her gaze back to his eyes.
Showing him those starlight blue eyes, with tears prickling her eyes this time.
"Why fight it, when it can be a reality, it can be our reality. I will give you anything you ask for, take you anywhere you want to go" he promised her.
"And what of the others?" She asked him leaning into his touch slightly.
Dropping his hands in frustration, always worrying about the others.
"You don't need to worry about them, we can leave no, I will take care of them" he answered her
She pushed back in her chair from him.
"You would kill them…" she asked in a disgusted tone
He would kill anybody for her, if it meant they would be together, yes. Why couldn't she see they were meant for each other, destined.
"Prairie…" he started to interject
"No I won't leave them…I won't let you do that…" she said defiantly
Even though he was disappointed he couldn't help but smile at her defiance, at her stubbornness.
"Well, we have all the time in the world to change that," he told her
Cupping her face again, looking into her eyes, letting her see his intent
"We are destined for each other, and you know that. You just need to accept it. I'm willing to wait until you do" he promised her
Leaning forward he gently kissed her forehead.
"I think we are done for today. Let's get you some water and back to bed, to recover" he ordered leaving no room for arguing
Grabbing her hand, Hap led her to the kitchen, filling a glass of shatter for her, making sure she finished the glass before taking her back to his bedroom. He left her alone, deciding it was best to go back to his study, letting her take in everything she had just confessed to him, and what he had confessed to her. His feelings, well somewhat his feelings, more so his desires. To think about his offer, his thoughts on her, how their lives were meant to collide.
Sitting back down, he thought back to her dream, he wished he could know fully what she had dreamt. What had happened, , how she liked to be touched, kissed, held. What would she look like with pure ecstasy escaping her lips as she writhed beneath him in pleasure? How her body would arch into his touch, craving him. How'd she'd taste…would she cut from his hands? His cock or would she prefer his mouth? How would she feel wrapped around him?
