A/N: I've had some requests for Will's dreams since I showed Abigail's. Well you can't do Will Carter's dream without it being M-rated. This is my first stab at M-rated stuff in over a year so I'm pretty rusty. I figured I'd get my rustiness out with Will's fantasy.

You don't need to read this to understand the story, but you do need to read the story Seeing the Light to understand the tag. This takes place after they go on their OTG trip.

Warning: Sexual content

Will was walking patrol on a long, hot day. He was alone near a secluded pool that he was fond of bringing his latest conquests to. It was usually the place where he'd have his last romp and then part ways with them.

The afternoon heat and lingering desire for Abigail Porter drove him to set his weapon down and strip his clothing off. A swim through the tepid pool to the freezing waterfall on the other side should alleviate some of the pent-up sexual energy he had. The schoolteacher dominated his thoughts and there wasn't a thing he could do to relieve the desire he felt for her.

He'd tried to scratch the itch with other women, but found he couldn't even allow himself to touch them without feeling dirty. Some would service him with no questions asked and still something held him back from looking them up.

A growl issued as he jumped into the water. Swimming through the cool water helped calm his raging erection, at least momentarily. When Will surfaced, he saw a sight that made him hard once again.

Standing in a translucent dress was the reason for his sleepless nights. The vision before him was responsible for his slower reflexes with the younger men in the ring, the reason Taylor was always pissed at him and the one woman he wanted for more than a one night stand.

Abigail was radiant with the sun behind her. Her brown hair had a few golden highlights in it and the blue of her eyes was as dark as the water in the pool where he stood. A smile spread over her face as she pulled the laces that held her dress together. It fell into a silky pool at her feet.

"Wha…" Will's mouth fell open. Abigail was perfect.

If ever a woman was Venus-incarnate it was Abigail Porter. Her breasts were pert and would fit his hands perfectly. The shape of her body, with its curves in all the right places was made to mate with his own.

His eyes slid from her breasts down her stomach to the center of her womanhood. Before he started drooling, Abigail moved.

"Don't go," he shouted, one of his hands shooting out to halt her even though they were at least fifty yards apart.

"I'm not, Will. I came here to see you," she said, her voice having a huskiness he'd never heard in it before.

"You-you did?"

"I guess I'll need to come in if I want a closer look." Abigail's soft smile and blue eyes, which slid over his chest and down to the waterline around mid-stomach, spoke of an innocence that her words and actions didn't correspond to. "You've been working out a lot, Will."

He stood frozen in the center of the pool as Abigail glided across the water to him. She dove under the water and came up right in front of him. For a second he thought she might do something to him under the water, but she didn't. His angel would never go down on him like that.

"Are you as hard all over as your arms? I love when you hold me in them." The first touch of her soft hands to his biceps made him groan. When she moved close enough that her stomach brushed his manhood, he whimpered. As she pulled herself up to kiss him, he finally found the power to move.

His hands shot up to capture her waist and pull her firmly against him as his lips claimed her mouth. Their tongues danced, while hands wandered. Will found the perky breasts he was dying to touch and growled possessively as the nipples hardened at contact.

"Will, I need you," she moaned, feeding his desire.

His other arm slid under her soft bottom and lifted her up. She was as light as a feather and purred as he brushed himself against her thigh.

She wrapped her legs around him and lowered herself onto his waiting member. "Will, you're amazing."

"Abigail, my sweet, sweet Abby," Will growled as he felt her warmth envelope him.

As they began to move and Abigail's cries became louder and more ragged, his mind lost all coherent thought. Only the friction of their bodies moving in that age-old rhythm registered in his mind.

His strokes went deeper and he could hear her getting closer and closer. He tried desperately to keep himself from going over the edge without her, but seemed like he was going to fail.

Just as he was ready to give in to the ecstasy he'd been denied for months, she cried out the most powerful words he'd ever heard. "I love you, Will."

He lost his control, but gained so much more in that moment of pure bliss. As his cries faded, he became aware of something sticky on his abdomen.

Sticky? His hand moved to his stomach and he felt his wet boxers.

Will's eyes flew open and he saw his bedroom. For the first time since his teen years he'd had an actual wet dream.

"Dammit!" he shouted as he threw his blanket back and climbed out of bed.

He'd had the same fantasy since he met Abigail and never had this happen. But this time it was different. Instead of crying out something about how manly he was, she spoke three words he never wanted to hear from a woman, the words that would send him running away faster than a gallosaur from a nykoraptor den. And they caused him to lose it in his sleep.

What would I do if she ever did touch me like that? Or let me touch her? He felt himself getting hard again. "Arrghh!" he growled as he stomped toward the bathroom for his morning shower.

TBC

A/N: There will be more smut for Abigail and Will so stay tuned. You'll be able to tell when the story gets there.