"MC?" he said, walking towards you. He looked at you and took a deep breath, still smiling "I can't believe you're real. I… kinda had this theory you were a program seven wrote into the app to trick all of us."

"I… I guess I am real" you managed to say with a trembling voice. "But I can't believe you're real" you said, your hands aching to touch him.

"Why would you think I am not real?" Zen said, smiling "You could see my DVDs and magazines. Or did you think I was someone else pretending to be me? Maybe I am just too handsome for your eyes"

"You might be" you said, trying to breathe normally. Breathe. Breathe. I want to touch him.

"So where do I take you MC" Zen said, tapping his helmet.

"Your place?" you blurted out, blushing immediately after when you saw him raise his eyebrows in surprise. "I- I don't know where Rika's apartment is but maybe we can hang out until I can get a hold of seven?"

"Are you sure that's why you want to go to my place?" he said with the luscious tone you always imagined him to have.

You stared at him and smiled, knowing your face was still pretty flushed, but refusing to answer his lewd suggestion. Perhaps not answering was answer enough. But you knew all along what you wanted to do before this dream was over. You took his helmet and added "Let's go".

He had an extra helmet on his bike but he had to wear it - you had put his on and you could smell his cologne - a mix of fresh citrus with a oaky undertone. You breathed it in and ingrained it in your brain. You'd never forget this smell. This was him. He got on the bike and signaled you to get on. You did and you wrapped your arms around him. Your jaw dropped when you felt the firmness and creases of his abdomen through his shirt where his leather jacket opened. This is unreal. You were glad you were wearing the helmet because your expression was likely incredibly embarrassing. Still, you had to bit your upper lip to keep from shuddering from excitement. He started the motorcycle and accelerated, going rather fast. You weren't used to riding motorcycles and despite trying to keep your cool you tighten your hold on him, pressing your chest against his back. You could have swore you felt him gasp but it was probably just your imagination.

When you reached his apartment you just looked around, without saying much.

"Honey~ did you eat breakfast?" he said, once he walked into his place and closed the put his helmet on his table, turned around, and found him standing right behind you. You just couldn't take it anymore. This dream could be over any second now and you hadn't even kissed him. You had waited enough. All at once, you raised yourself to the tip of your toes, pressed your body against his, and put your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you to press your lips against his.

His lips were unbelievably soft, softer than you could have ever imagined. Your arms slipped up to wrap behind his neck, settling there to hold him. You felt him relax and sink into your body, leaning down to reach you. His arms enveloped your waist. His lips moved, ever so slightly to part yours and you taste him. A taste of fresh mint and something sweet you can't quite place. A taste of Zen. You feel insatiable and push for more. You part his lips and invade his mouth with your tongue, swirling to explore him. His hands trail down to your buttocks and before you notice it he's grabbed a handful and he's lifting you up, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso. You do it instinctively but now you feel his rippling abdomen against you and it makes you want to devour him. Your hands move and settle on the neck of his leather jacket, pulling at the edges. You break the kiss to catch your breath and stare at him, if only for a moment. It is the most exhilarating second of your life. His cheeks are tinted with a rosy hue, his eyes are glossy, and his breath is raggedy. He is a vision of silvery hair and scarlet eyes. This was the best dream you ever had and you never wanted to wake up.

"MC... " he whispers, barely moving his lips.

"I love you" you whispered back to him. You take a deep breath and rest your forehead against his. Even though you were in his arms and close enough to feel the warmth of his breaths, you still felt an emptiness in your heart. You knew this wouldn't last. You knew that you'd wake up. And now, having met him, tasted him, felt the softness of his skin, of his lips… It would make it all that much more unbearable to wake up and not have him.

"I love you MC…" he says, this time putting you back on the floor so you stand in front of him. His expression beautifully puzzled "MC… what is wrong? You're… crying" he says, running his finger through your cheek to wipe away a tear. You had not realized a tear had escaped your eyes but once you blinked you felt two more slide down your cheeks. You wiped them out on your own,

"I'm sorry, I… didn't mean to cry." She didn't want to burden him with the dread of their temporary meeting. "I'm just so happy" you said, trying to smile the pain away. You were happy, you were here. You were unbelievably happy. "I must be tired. I got lost jogging last night and slept on a hill" you said, trying to make light of the situation.

"What?" Zen said, with concern in his eyes. "You must be so tired, why don't you take a nap, relax, and I'll make you some breakfast MC"

"No" you said, quickly crossing out his suggestion. "I don't want to sleep". You murmured. You were afraid sleeping might wake you up from this dream. This wonderful dream. I never want to leave your side. You thought to yourself, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head on his chest.. What he nervous around you? Fresh citrus with a sharp oaky undertone. He smelled so good. You could hear his heart beating. It was rather fast.

"Well… at least let me make us some breakfast. We can't skip meals MC" he said, you weren't looking at his face but you could hear the smile on his words. You kinda chuckled at the thought. He really does care about eating proper meals. You nodded your head yes and he kissed the top of your head, separating from your embrace and walking towards the kitchen. He took off the leather jacket and tossed it over a chair casually. He rubbed his neck deep in thought, likely thinking about what to cook. You noticed the sharp biceps on his arms when he reached for his neck and wanted to gasp. You were ogling him again.

"Where's the restroom?" You asked. You had to get some control over yourself.

"Right around the corner babe. There's clean towels there if you want to shower." he said. Shower?

You walked over to the restroom and took a look at yourself. You really had gotten most of the dirt out at the gas station but with the better lighting in Zen's bathroom you could tell the back of your tank top and your shorts were dirty, There was still even some dirt on your skin around the back of your shoulders and behind your neck. Gross. This dream was awfully realistic. You closed the door, stripped off, and jumped in the shower. You were pleasantly surprised to find conditioner and body wash - citrus smell. You somehow always figured men probably used one of those shampoo/soap combos they sell at grocery stores. But Zen took care of himself. You washed, you rinsed, you got out of the shower. You wrapped a towel around yourself and with minimal search you found a hair blow dryer. You dried your hair as quickly as possible and noticed some body lotion - citrus. You smiled. He liked his citrus.

You took a look at your clothes and noticed they were filthy. They looked a lot worse once they were off. Well… This wasn't one of those dreams where you found yourself naked in front of an audience but you couldn't very well put those back on. You opened the bathroom door and smelled food. You took a look around and noticed Zen's bedroom was the door in front so you sneaked into his bedroom to look for some clothes. Uhm. Men's clothes. Surely he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes but what to pick. Underwear? Better not. You looked through a few drawers and found a tank top that was too long but it could make do. The arm holes certainly showed some sideboob. In another drawer you found some sport shorts and threw those on as well. You looked at yourself in the mirror and it was terrible. You laughed. You meet the man of your dreams in your dreams and you are not wearing anything nice. You took a couple of steps and the shorts reached your thighs before you had to catch them. They were too big. You took the whole outfit off, wrapped yourself in the towel again, and looked through his closet. You noticed a collection of turtle neck sweaters and coats. You could wear a coat but they not only seemed like they would be huge on you but also it seemed rather naughty to wear nothing but a coat. You spotted some button down shirts and threw one of those on. It was long enough to cover everything and it looked better. Even then, you went through his underwear and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. You thanked your lucky stars they stayed on relatively well. This would have to do.

You stepped back outside and walked over to the kitchen, where he was just about to put the food on the table. He turned and saw you wearing one of his button down shirts and it stopped him right in his tracks. He almost dropped the plate he was holding.

"I hope you don't mind" you said, trying to look coy. You knew men found this look attractive and from the look he gave you he seemed to like it. "My clothes were too dirty after I showered so I took something yours."

"Seeing you like that... " he said, taking in the sight of you in his clothes. "I don't mind. I don't mind at all" he added, placing the plates on the table.

The next chapter will probably be for mature audiences.