Fred felt odd, almost weightless. His sense of time was disoriented. Was it daytime? Or night?

He inspected his body and found it looked normal, just shirtless. His surroundings were far from average, however. It seems he was in Daphne's spacious living room. A place he hadn't been since…

she sent me away.

Banished me from her life.

Cut me completely out of her heart.

Hearing a rustle beside him, he turned towards the noise and was suprised to see Daphne lounging on her couch, clad only in her nightgown. She smirked mischievously at him, "I've missed you."

This can't be real, he thought, recalling the hurtful moment she had chosen to push him away. "Is this a dream?"

Dream Daphne smiled, a true grin, one that made her eyes crinkle. She stood slowly, and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively as she walked.

And God, she was beautiful. Even in this dream state she was breathtaking.

Daphne reached her hand up and never breaking eye contact she slowly pulled down one strap of her gown.

The clothing sagged a little in the front, barely revealing the top of the breast it was covering, but showing enough plump flesh to catch his attention.

"Do you think this is a dream, Fred?" She asked, innocently.

Wordlessly Fred nodded, and she giggled cutely.

Catching his eyes again, her emerald orbs locked onto his steel blues as she tugged the other strap loose. The garment slid slowly off her body to pool at her feet, showing herself to be totally naked underneath.

Fred's breath hitched in his throat. He'd always thought Daphne was mesmerizing, but being without her these long months had made him desperate. And like a thirsty man of the desert being led to a well, he drank deeply. Gazing upon her, he took his time as he studied her perky breasts, feminine curves, and toned legs.

"This is most definitely a dream," he stated factually.

She held out her hand to touch his bare chest, gently gliding down over his muscular abdomen. Grasping his hand, she brought it to up her breast and gave it a squeeze. Her nipple quickly peaking under his palm.

With a coy wink, she asked, "Doesn't this feel real?"

"Yes, but-"

"Shhhhh," she mouthed quietly, bringing her face close to his, "I know what you want most."

Standing on her toes, she brushed her lips ever so softly against his, with just the barest tip of her tongue present. She whispered against his mouth, "I love you, Freddie."

Fred gulped audibly, the conviction on her face looking so sincere, so earnest. But he knew instinctually that her standing before him and professing her love…none of it was real.

"Now I know for sure this is a dream," he sighed, "The real Daph…she would never say that. Not to me at least."

Surprisingly, Dream Daphne didn't seem angry by his deduction, almost as if she was expecting it, "I wouldn't be so sure."

She brought her lips back to his, and this time her kiss was more adamant as her tongue invaded his mouth, sliding smoothly alongside his own, her hands threading through his hair and pulling him closer.

Fred tugged his head back, regretful of breaking the contact, "If I can't have it in the real world, at least let me have it here."

She quirked an eyebrow, "Have what? I'd give you anything."

"Please," his voice was pleading, nearly begging, "Say it again. Say you love me."

Blinking in confusion, she repeated, "I love you."

He closed his eyes as he savored that sound like fine wine. Those three words coming from her lips were possibly the most heavenly sentence ever spoken.

"Again," he demanded.

She answered, her voice ever so soft, "I love you, Fred Jones."

He realized then that nothing in this world (nothing nothing nothing) could be as arousing as her uttering those simple words. To him, it was the most erotic thing in the world. Instantly, he felt his member stiffen, his blood pulsing south. His constrictive pants were bordering on painful already and he couldn't recall ever being so hard.

Grabbing her by her thighs, Fred effortlessly lifts her from the floor as she wraps her legs around his waist, their anatomy level. This wasn't a position that they had ever done in real life, but he supposed in a dream it didn't matter.

When she reached down between their bodies to guide him inside her, his groan echoed around them. They move slowly at first, the positioning being new and different, but they quickly master it. Each lover moving to their own pleasure, as well as each other's.

Fred knows this isn't real, that Daphne isn't here, and she certainly isn't grinding against him, but at least he can pretend in this personal dream space.

Pretend that she loves him. That she's his, and his alone.

His legs are starting to shake from supporting her weight, but not Hell or high water could make him put her down. Not when her mouth is on his neck, sucking, panting, begging…

He moved them forwards to her couch, gently setting them both down before halting his movements. Cupping her face with both hands, Fred needed to hear it at least one more time.

"Say it, Daph. Please."

This time her statement was full of assurance, "I love you."

Her words nearly cracked his heart in two. Without speaking, he placed her legs over his shoulders, utilizing the edge of the couch to make his next thrust incredibly deep. She cried out at the intensity, as Fred growled low in his throat.

She met his every move with equal fervor, her cries decending into pleading whimpers.

"I love you…Daph," he managed to choke out, "God…I love you."

He pulled all the way out, sliding back inside just to explode. Seeing stars behind his eyes, he squeezed them shut, enjoying every second of ectstacy that his dream world had to offer.

When Fred finally opened his eyes, he saw the bland surroundings of his studio apartment instead of his beloved. He sighed his disappointment, clearly devastated to be back in the real world.

After rubbing his eyes with both hands, he glanced down at his very tented pants, damp from his emission. Irrefutable biological evidence that Daphne was the only person in this galaxy he wanted.

He loved her. So damn much. How can she not see that?