SILLY LITTLE LIFE
CHAPTER TEN
( prompt: "I had a dream last night." )
The room was white. That much was true.
She focused hard at her surroundings, looking for something she recognized, but it was unfamiliar. It was ornate, of that she was certain, like the opera house she went to a few months prior with the Ashfield girls. And there was white all around her, covering her, and she looked up, as if through a fog, at the sharply dressed man waiting for her at the end.
He lifted the fog from her eyes, his face distorted so she couldn't see it, and he pulled her close in a passionate way.
Lissa shook awake from the force of her shock, rolling over to find her bed empty. Instantly startled, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, sliding out from under the warm, purple afghan to tug on her trousers. She pulled on her coat and shoes and stepped quietly out onto the fire escape and then up onto the roof, seeing his crouched form hovering near the corner of the roof against the dim, first rays of sunlight.
"Sean?" she called gently and he turned, blowing cigarette smoke from his lips, before beckoning her to him. Lissa shuffled across the top of the roof and wrapped her arms around his waist affectionately. "I had that dream again," she informed him quietly.
"Oh, yeah? Didja get a good look at the guy this time?" he teased her and pulled her in, passionately, like the man in her dream had.
"Yes, I did," she said, with that saucy look on her face that he'd grown to adore, and purposefully put her in situations that would get this reaction from her, because he loved it.
"Oh? And who was it then?"
"Racetrack."
He pressed a warm kiss to her lips that tasted like cigarettes. "Cheeky minx."
Blergh, uni blows, takes up my time, and tries to stab my muses. Unfortunately, my Spot!muse is very powerful, very prideful, and very sexy. :) My Lissa!muse agrees.
So here is some fluff for all you Angel and Spot lovers. I love you guys!
CTB!
xx Wicked