Dreams are silly. I was in a silly mood again, what can I say.

I do not own any of the characters from Southern Vampire Mysteries. They all belong to Charlaine Harris. Bless her for sharing them with us. Mattie is my very own.

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Chapter 25

It was invigorating alright. It was also impulsive, stimulating, provocative, erotic, and most likely illegal.

Bill had gotten it in his head to have his way with me in every public place in town. Our cab, park benches, elevators, fountains, fitting rooms, alleyways, and even on the bus. It was perhaps the craziest thing I had ever done, not something I would ever have expected to originate from the brain of one William Compton. After that, nothing would surprise me. Maybe.

We ended up in our room at 3:30, but my evening was far from over. Bill wasn't anywhere near done with his carnal exploration of me and proceeded to introduce me to every square inch of our suite.

By the time dawn rolled around I was a weary lump of chafed flesh, but damn I was happy. I had after all unknowingly thrown down the gauntlet. How was I to know he would take me seriously?

I kissed Bill one last time as he turned into the lifeless mass I had grown accustomed to snuggling up to every day. I stared at the ceiling, once again losing myself in the memories of the last four months of my life. I had gone from feeling utterly alone and downright despondent, to feeling so much love, affection, and friendship that I was bursting at the seams.

How could all of that have happened so fast? It felt so natural, as if I had been with Bill for years. He had become so much more to me than I ever thought he could be when I first laid eyes on him. Things had come full circle and I felt normal again. I was fighting sleep, my eyelids fluttering. I gave in, shutting my eyes and was dead to the world.

Deep in sleep, I dreamed I was at home. Not in Bon Temps, but in my childhood home. I had grown up far west of Chicago in a fairly small town. Fields of corn spread out in front of me as far as my eyes could see. I turned toward the house to see my mother calling me for dinner. I ran toward her spotting my father in the garage and my two dogs sleeping soundly on the front porch.

I heard my name being called and looked in the direction of the voice. I saw a small girl running toward me with long, curly auburn locks. She was smiling as she jumped into my arms, hugging me around the neck. Grace. I had really missed my little sister since I had moved to Louisiana. I hadn't realized just how much.

In the house, we sat down at the kitchen table for our family dinner. It felt so warm and comfortable to be sharing a meal with my family again. I seldom share a meal with anyone anymore. I could taste the buttered corn. It all felt so real. Suddenly it was dark and there was a knock at the door. My father got up to answer it only to find Bill standing on the porch. He called my name and I rose and floated over to him. He grabbed me up in his arms and we flew through the door and out into the night sky.

We were flying through the cool air together. It almost felt like dancing. I didn't think Bill could fly? I tried to ask him, but the words never came out of my mouth. Moments later we were at a baseball game. I don't even like baseball. Why would we go there? The food vendor came over and Bill asked him for a Hot Dog. It must have been meant for me. He kept hitting me in the leg with it, pushing it into the side of my thigh. What the hell? This made absolutely no sense. Bill was calling out my name and my body starting feeling really warm. That was when I woke up.

Bill had been saying my name ever so softly in my ear. No, that wasn't a hot dog hitting me in the thigh, but it was meant for me. This had been the first time Bill had ever tried to wake me up this way. I liked it.

Sliding in to me, we began a slow rocking motion together. Bill reached around to softly knead one of my breasts, his lips were laying feathery kisses at the nape of my neck.

"Good evening to you too."

I could hear a soft laugh near my ear before he bit down on my neck and released himself inside of me. The pain was sharp and yet so blissful. My whole body relaxed to let him drink his fill.

Healing my fang marks, Bill pulled me closer into his arms.

"I have had a wonderful time here with you my dear, but I am very pleased we are going home. I want very much to get back to normal."

Ahh, routine. That's my man. Let's not stray too far from the norm honey.

"As much fun as I've had here Bill, I miss the house. Mostly, I miss my car."

He chuckled again and I could feel it in his chest as he did. It was one of my very favorite feelings. All soft and rumbly.

"We should get up. Our flight is in 2 hours. We still have to pack, not to mention clean this place up."

"Yeah, It's a wreck. I don't now who was in here last night, but they sure messed up the place."

I smiled at him and he kissed me on the nose before getting up out of bed.

I watched him walk toward the bathroom. Boy was he easy on the eyes! I was resisting the urge to jump up and pull him back in bed with me, when he shot me a glare over his shoulder.

"You need to stop that right now or we may never make it out of here in time."

Resting back down on my pillow, I heard the shower turn on. We hadn't had a chance to spend much time in there together. My skin was feeling flushed at the thought of Bill in the shower scrubbing himself clean. He spoke to me from the other room.

"If I let you join me, will you promise to be good? We do have a flight to catch Mattie dear."

Throwing off the blankets, I jumped out of bed and tore into the bathroom. I didn't have to be asked twice.

We were downstairs in the lobby in just over an hour, luggage in hand and both of us just a bit rosier than we had been. Felipe had arranged a limo to take all of us back to the airport.

Boarding the plane, I walked by the bathroom. My skin felt hot and prickly, I suddenly had goosebumps. I assumed Bill and I were both thinking the same thing since I felt wave after wave of bliss pass through me. We took our seats and settled in for the long flight home.

Pam smiled over at me a few times and I was really wishing I could talk to her. I wanted so bad to blab to her about last night. She was the only one I knew would get as much of a kick out of it as I had. Oh well, it would have to wait until we were at work.

Running the filmstrip in my mind, I was amazed at just how many places I had sex last night. It must be some sort of world record. Maybe I should contact Guinness.

Four short hours later, we were back in Louisiana packing up the Cadillac. We said our goodbyes and set off for home.

About 30 minutes out of Bon Temps, I had an idea. I was about to tell Bill about it when he abruptly turned off the road, parking the car in a stand of trees. Warm waves of lust swam over my body, I shot a few back in Bill's direction.

"Am I to assume we're adding a new location to last night's list?"

I didn't say a word, I just smiled letting Bill pull me into the backseat.