"Not again…" Lindhardt sighed as he awoke for the third time that week from a wet dream in which he had become too eager. Last night he had dreamt that, while researching in the library, the object of his desires had appeared, riding him effortlessly in his highback chair. The very thought elicited a moan from him, and he pulled back the blankets shamelessly
'The night before that…' he groaned pumping steadily as he remembered her naked form bent over him as he sat stop Sothis' throne. 'You can't damage artifacts in a dream,' he told himself trying desperately to imagine his hands running through her hair as her greedy lips bobbed faster up and down
He was closer now, remembering the first dream he'd had of her. 'Well, the first in five years' he chided himself before getting lost in the vision of him kissing and licking her naked form tenderly as she lie exposed in a meadow. He yearned to see her contorted expressions, to hear her voice call his own in the throws of passion
He sighed again, looking at the fresh mess he had made. He had been forward, at least he considered himself forward but the beautiful enigma he focused himself on was impossible to read. Even before the war he had cared for her, and her loss had been almost too much to bare though he told himself those feelings were unfounded. He had never truly stated his intentions to her, she had been his professor and possibly his elder but now…
When he had thought her lost she had still crept into his dreams, sitting next to him in a beautiful meadow that stretched as far as he cared to imagine. Beside him always was Byleth, silent in her ministrations and somber in her smile.
But now with the knowledge that she was not only safe, but could at almost any imaginable time be bathing rather nearby, his imagination had stripped her of her saintly status and… vestments
He cleared his mind a final time, attempting to focus on his impending research, cleaned and clothed himself and stepped out to encounter the day. 'Maybe today she'll understand?' he hoped, ignoring the voice in his head calling him a coward, 'its too soon, I don't want to scare her off. And it's not like they're bad dreams.'