Today's Prompt: Dream Sharing
Accidental, intentional, 100% smut, whatever you like.
Dream Walkin'
Darcy wandered through the golden halls, eyes wide with wonder. Her pale hands fluttered and fluffed at her cream-colored skirt that flowed out like a pale bell. The fabric was soft and tantalizing, like down feathers or rabbit fur. The top hugged her body like a lover, the hem encrusted with pearls. Oddly, it wasn't really uncomfortable, considering how tight it was. Darcy marveled at the dress, wondering vaguely how she could afford something like this.
"My lady," a cool voice drew her from her fashion musings. The man was startlingly handsome, with icy pale skin and dark, dark hair. He stood there confidently, hands clasped in front of him, wearing a strange leather outfit of gold, green, and black. She met green eyes with her blue and smiled, an eerie sense of familiarity stirring along her mind.
"Hello. I think I'm lost. Can you help me?"
The man smiled at her. "I'm sure I can." He offered her his arm, which she took without hesitation. They walked down the halls, her heels clacking on the polished floors in the silence. Darcy kept glancing at him, that feeling of familiarity growing stronger, but she couldn't for the life of her place where she'd seen his face. They came upon a set of doors and the man reached up a hand to push them open.
"Do I know you," Darcy blurted suddenly. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, hand resting on the golden door. She flushed. "I mean, I don't know, I just feel like we've met or something." He didn't answer, just watching her with that look. "Just forget it, I guess. I'm probably just confused or something."
"Perhaps," the man agreed cryptically and pushed. Both doors flew open as if pulled by invisible butlers and revealed the hugest room Darcy had ever seen. The ceiling rose up like a wave, so high she couldn't see the crest. The ceiling was decorated with murals of hunting parties and grand epic battles, and an enormous chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. The room was filled with people, the women in dresses as fine as Darcy, some even finer. The men wore a variety of outfits; some in jeweled fabrics, some in leather armor like her companion's. Darcy stared at the chandelier, wondering at the green flecks and orbs of strange, alien colors that hung off crystal branches.
"It is inspired by Yggdrasil," her companion whispered in her ear, hands brushing her waist. "The nine orbs represent the nine realms." Music filled the room, like nothing Darcy had ever heard before. The crowd paired off immediately and started swaying to a dance that Darcy thought might be a waltz. "Shall we," he tilted his head towards the dancers.
Darcy glanced around, then smiled. "Sure, but I gotta tell you, I'm a horrible dancer."
He smiled a strange, almost wistful smile. "I somehow doubt that, Miss Lewis."
The waltz was surprisingly easy, once she got the hang of it. Darcy only stepped on his foot once or twice, which he ignored graciously. Darcy was faintly aware that the music was changing to a faster piece, but her partner kept her at a slow and steady pace.
"I feel like I should be hungry," she said suddenly, her voice clearly heard despite the music around them. "Like, I should need a drink or something. We've been dancing forever."
Her partner made one of those sounds people make when they don't have a response for whatever you just said. They kept swaying along the floor, avoiding the other couples with careful grace. Darcy continued her musings, her eyes flicking from her feet, to the room, to her companion.
"This is a dream, isn't it?"
The man smiled at her. "You're a smart girl."
"I guess." She was suddenly kind of creeped out by the dancers, who were now faceless puppets moving to the tune of a lively song. "Can we go somewhere else?"
"Of course."
The ballroom disappeared and they were standing next to a crystalline lake, as calm and smooth as a mirror. Darcy crouched down, skirts rumpling in the dirt, and ran her hand through the water, finding it pleasantly cool. "Neat." She straightened and her skirt fluffed back up, the white folds unblemished. "Okay, that's just handy." Lifting her skirts up and kicking off her shoes, Darcy waded confidently into the lake. The soft silty bottom felt wonderful against her bare feet. The water rippled around her and the white gown pulled down at her shoulders, like a mermaid pulling her lover into the depths. "It's not actually possible for me to drown here, is it?"
"I would never let you drown," her guide replied, which was not quite the same thing, but whatever. Darcy waded deeper into the water, until the soft waves reached above her hips.
She turned back towards the shore and beckoned to the stranger. "You coming in or what?" Even from this distance, she could see the glint of his brilliant smile as he smoothly entered the water. Within moments, he was before her, smile still wide.
"You are lovely, Darcy Lewis." He slowly dragged his hand through the water then reached up and stroked her face, letting the cool water run down her cheeks like tears. He repeated the action again and again, until Darcy's face was slick and her hair soaked against her back. He traced her lips with his icy fingers. "Might I steal a kiss from you, my lady?"
"Finally," Darcy grumbled before lunging up and latching her mouth to his. Her guide stumbled back a step in surprise but quickly regained his footing, his arms wrapping around her. The man quickly took control of the situation, doing devilish things with his tongue while his hand found her breast and started kneading and playing with the soft flesh. His hand left her breast for a moment and Darcy nipped him in displeasure. Her stranger laughed darkly into her mouth and shoved his dripping, icy-wet fingers down the front of her gown, making Darcy gasp. The cold fingers found her nipple easily and his other hand started tugging at the strings holding her dress together. A strange buzzing sound was humming in the back of Darcy's mind, but she ignored it in favor of the man in her arms. "I don't even know your name," she breathed as the gown loosened and started to droop off her shoulders.
"You will," he promised as he pushed the dress down, into the water. With unnatural strength, he hoisted Darcy up, letting the dress slink off her body before her legs wrapped around his waist and he started nipping and sucking at her previously-unattended nipple.
"Oh, God," Darcy moaned, and her companion chuckled against her breast.
"Clever Darcy," he whispered, flicking her nipple with his tongue.
"Darcy! Darcy, wake up!" Hard hands shook Darcy quite suddenly out of her dream, much to her distress.
"What the hell, Jane," she snapped, batting away the astrophysicist's hands.
"Can't you hear the alarms? We've gotta go, now." Jane flung a pair of sweat pants at Darcy. "They're evacuating the entire facility, but no one will tell me what's going on."
Darcy squirmed into her pants and started searching for a jacket and her glasses. "Dude, this blows. I was having the hottest dream, you would not believe." She plucked her glasses off the desk by the window and grabbed a green sweater off the floor. "I'm ready."
Jane handed her a pair of shoes and her purse, muttering about organizations keeping their workers in the dark. The two women left the room, Darcy chattering aimlessly while Jane muttered. The door closed and the lock latched, leaving the room in complete darkness.
Loki scowled at the door, his fingers leaving grooves in the bedpost. He'd been so close, if Thor's whore hadn't interrupted-. The wood snapped under his hand and he hurled the wood against the door furiously. Loki forced himself to calm. There would be other opportunities. Now that he knew the taste and feel of Darcy Lewis's mind, it would be much easier to find her and claim her. Loki knelt and picked up a scrap of blue fabric off the floor. A bra, discarded before Darcy had retired for the night. Loki smirked and pocketed the fabric. "You are mine, Darcy Lewis," he said aloud to the empty room. "You just don't know it yet."