So, despite my incessant begging, I still don't own OUAT or any of it's characters. The people who own them, ABC and Disney, refuse to hand them over.

CHAPTER 2

DREAMS

"I don't have a choice but I still choose you"-Poison and Wine, The Civil Wars

It must be the middle of the night. She's standing in the hallway wearing a white nightdress and she's looking for him. She knows that he's around because she can feel his presence. It was something she's acquired the first day she'd come to live with him.

She knew he could feel her presence too.

She bites her lower lip and clutches the trim on the corner of the wall. She can see him now. He's sitting at the window, watching the rain splatter across it. His eyes are dark and incredibly focused, not daring to glance in her direction even though she knows that he knows she's there. He's wearing his usual leather pants and red shirt with a gold vest over it. She loves his clothes, though she can't help wondering where on earth the inspiration could have come from. Still, seeing him there makes her feel things all over. Her lips tingle and heat rushes through the inside of her legs.

She stumbles around the corner but doesn't go over to him yet. She's just watching him. Watching the way his lips curl in concentration because he doesn't want to look at her.

"W-What are you doing?" she asks softly.

He still doesn't meet her eyes. "Why are you awake, dearie? You should sleep. Nothing good happens in the middle of the night." he says, not answering her question.

"I'm not looking for anything good."

His eyes flash over her body in a split second, but she can see the way that they linger in all the places she wanted. But it's over soon, and he's staring out the window again. "I don't think you realize what you're asking for," he tells her.

She strolls over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Oh, believe me. I know exactly what I'm asking for." She does her best to make her voice sound syrupy sweet.

"And what's that?"

"You."

And then she's there, running her hands all over him. Down his chest and across his thighs. He lets her do this, not uttering a word as she runs her nimble fingers over the front of those tight leather pants. She looks up at him and bites her lip nervously. His eyes reflect back into hers, deeper and darker than ever.

"Why are you doing this, Belle?" he asks her.

Tears sting in her eyes and she can't even begin to fathom the reason why. "Because I love you" she says, her voice catching in her throat, "I've always loved you."

He stares down at her for only a moment before his mouth takes hers and his hands are tangling in her hair and he's panting hot breath in her mouth and she's moaning and kissing him back as hard as she can manage. His fingers are flying across her skin, begging to touch her. She's following his movements, grasping his hands with hers, letting him trace her body.

"And why is it," he whispers in her ear, "That you love me?"

"I don't have a choice" she says, gasping.

He reclaims her mouth with his and his tongue roams every corner, sweeping through her mouth and pushing her tongue around. She lets him do this until he moves to whisper in her ear again.

"Everyone has a choice, dearie. Just make sure it's the right one."

Everything is a blur. Floating around her and not making the slightest bit of sense. She doesn't want him to stop this and she can feel how much he wants her, too. She can feel it. She can feel him like she's always wanted to but she's always been to scared to admit to herself, let alone him. And now she's got him. She can feel his fingers rubbing at her center through the thin fabric of her nightdress and it's making her crazy. She sighs and moans with pleasure, grasping at his clothes and hair. The heat between the is screaming through every part of her and she's begging for every part of him. She needs this, and she knows that he needs it too.

She can see his skin contrasting against hers and it only makes her entire body ache for more. She arches up to him, still begging for him as he slides and hand under her nightdress and up her thigh. His finger pulses at her entrance for a moment before sliding deep inside her. She throws her head back and lets out a high pitched gasp. He laughs and shoves more finger into her, letting her feel even more. She's moaning and spasming and feeling things she never knew she could feel. She kisses him. Over and over she kisses him, trying to feel him everywhere.

She does her best to recover before grasping at the ties on his pants. She feels his hands on hers, but it's impossible to tell if he's helping her or trying to stop her. She continues tugging while trying to push herself onto his lap. Then she can feel his hard heat at her entrance. She can feel him pressed up against her and everything...everything she's wanted in the past few months in right there for her.

And then it's not. Her eyes snap open and she's alone in her room, covered in cold sweats. The front of her nightdress is completely soaked and she's lying far from where she remembers falling asleep. She sighs, not quite able to believe that this happened again. And that everything she'd dreamed of is still out of her reach.

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it. Anyway, tomorrow it's back to the tavern so prepare yourselves!