Author's Note: First of all, I'd like to credit someone real quick. The texting format you've seen me use for text message exchanges in the story was actually inspired by uh-oh-5-0, who for all I know, was the first to use that formula in the RS fanfic section. Second of all, this chapter in particular will include some strong sexual content and may not be appropriate for young readers. Anyway, here it is; my first lemon.

A Bittersweet Dream

["I Was Lost Without You" from Mass Effect 3 soundtrack plays] A/N: Highly recommend it.

The humming of the A/C filled her basement; the TV was barely loud enough to really pay attention to it. Margaret and I simply stared out into space, thinking we were the only people in the world. We sat on the plush, gray couch, with my right wing wrapped around her and her wing light rubbing my leg. She wore a yellow t-shirt, with blue jean shorts.

"Have I ever told you, how lucky I am to be with someone like you?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yeah…" she cooed.

"No Margaret, really…" I went for the remote and turned the TV off. I took my wing off her and held her hands, my heart beating fast. "I know I've told you this a hundred times, but…Margaret when I first got the job at the park, the only people I liked were Skips, Pops and of course my friend Rigby, but even then, I felt something was missing. Lucky for me, during a stroll around the city, I found your job and then I met you. Margaret when I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I ever saw."

"Really? I mean come on; I was wearing that stupid work uniform."

"You look good in anything you wear. Your natural looks are like icing on the cake with anything you put on."

She blushed then gave me seductive look. "So are you going to flirt with me all day, or are you going somewhere with this?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." I leaned in and gave her peck on her beak, but it wasn't enough. I held her waist and kissed her passionately, while she played with the two spikes in my hair. She slipped her thin tongue into my beak, roaming around my mouth, looking for new places to explore. As much as I was enjoying this, I wasn't finished talking.

"Hold on, hold on," I said while breaking the kiss. "I have something else to say."

"Yeah?"

"Well…look, we've known each other for a long time. We've been in a relationship for two years. I think it's time we take things a little further."

Margaret placed her wing on mine lightly. "I've been thinking the same thing Mordecai. Honestly, I feel the same way. I want it to Mordecai. We could finally lose our virginity together. Finally express our love for each other."

"I love you Margaret. We'll try to make this to work."

"Well then why don't we go somewhere more comfortable?"

"I'd like that," I said smoothly.

Margaret giggled, then pressed her beak against mine

Then something popped into my head. "Crap…" I muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"I wasn't thinking, and I forgot the condom at home. I wanted to play it safe." I face-palmed myself and slumped onto the couch.

"You are too sweet. You're willing to give up sex, for our safety?"

"I couldn't risk anything happening to you."

Margaret wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her head into my neck. Then she whispered into my ear, "But you know, there are…alternatives," she cooed.

"Like what?" I cooed back.

Margaret got up from the couch. She paced the room back and forth, then focused her attention to the video games she had next to the TV. "You're good at video games, right?"

"Yeah."

"Those fingers of yours, traveling across the controller…"

"Yeah…" Now I was getting excited.

"How about we see what those fingers can really do."

"And what would that be, Miss Margaret?" I said seductively.

"A 'scratch my back and I scratch yours' kind of deal."

"Lead the way." Margaret went to an open spot on the carpeted floor. "There?" I questioned.

"Trust me Mordecai; it's softer than it looks." I took her word on it and followed her down to the floor. She took me down to my knees then lied me down gently on the floor, touching what looked like a hard carpet, to actually feel like a soft cloud, shaping my form, and comforting me with its plushness. It was perfect. Margaret and I turned next to each other, then pressed our bodies against one another. "You go first," she whispered. I kissed her on the forehead, and began to let my wing travel her curvy body, all the way to her waist. I slipped my wing into her jeans; the temperature of her body became warmer as I went further down. As I felt the smooth fabric of her panties rubbing against my fingers, I tickled her lightly in her soft spot. A gasp of surprise escaped her throat.

"You like that?" I whispered softly in her ear.

"You know I do…" She kissed me on my beak, then slip her tongue into my mouth, then pulled out for a quick second, only to lick the tip of my beak a little. I let her have her fun, but it was my turn. I wrapped my tongue around hers and she forced her tongue onto the roof of my beak, both of us trying to take dominance. She put up a damn good fight and the more she fought, the more I began to tickle her, slowly moistening her panties.

"I think it's time I returned the favor." Margaret placed her wing on my soft spot, using her index finger to tease my member out of its sheath. It was working. I felt something emerge from inside me, slowly getting bigger. Margaret looked down and smiled. "Not bad," she said.

"Oh really?" I continued to tickle her.

"Oh stop teasing me dammit!" Margaret said playfully.

"I don't know…are you sure you're ready for these?" I said waving my fingers in her face.

"I'm ready." The way she said it caused a warm feeling in my heart. She said it with compassion and sweetness, revealing her true love for me. She wanted me, and I wanted her. It may not be intercourse, but it would show how much we were willing to do for each other, how much we loved each other.

"I love you Margaret." I caressed her cheek.

"I love you too Mordecai." She brought me in close to kiss her deeply. We closed our eyes and continued our kiss while pleasing each other. I now had my left wing in her panties, feeling her warm, fleshy womanhood becoming increasingly wetter by the second. I used my index finger to rub her clitoris slowly and gently. I used my right wing to caress her breast and stimulate her nipples in a circular motion: Her breathing went faster, but that didn't stop her from pleasing me. My member was completely unsheathed, and she pumped it up and down, going slow at one moment, then fast the other. I started to leak a little and nearly lost it, having to break away from the kiss to catch my breath. I tried to hold it in and so did Margaret, seeing how she had one of her wings clutching on to my back. I slipped one of my fingers inside her, feeling her vaginal walls close in on my finger, making it seem impossible to pull out. She was now completely wet and her breathing became even faster and her nipples were now stiffened.

"M-mor-mordecai…" She forced herself in between breaths.

"M-mar-margaret…" My member was now throbbing and I felt pressure building inside. I couldn't hold it. It sent shivers down my spine. I gave her one last look in her eyes and smiled and she smiled back. We both knew we had to end it sooner or later and we wanted it to go out in a bang. I rubbed her clitoris just a little faster and pumped my finger in and out of her womanhood. She gave my member a few more final pumps, giving all she had. I was gritting my teeth in the amount of pleasure I was in.

Just a few more seconds.

The pressure inside me was uncontrollable and I felt Margaret ready to release.

"Mordecai…I'm…I'm…[Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!]

"AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs popping out of my bed.

Wait, my bed?

I then turned my attention to the alarm clock that was still ringing. I didn't remember setting an alarm before going to bed last night. I came home late after leaving Margaret's party, then went right to bed.

Wait, hold on. If I'm in my room and not holding Margaret right now, that means…

"IT WAS ALL A FUCKING DREAM?" I yelled, clenching the alarm clock. My so called, sexual encounter with Margaret was nothing but a damn dream? In anger and frustration, I chucked the alarm clock across the room. As it was in the air, Rigby burst opened the door.

"Mordecai, you okay? I heard screaming and…whoa!" Rigby moved out of the way just in time for the clock to smash against the door instead of his face. "Dude! What the H was that for?"

"Sorry man, I wasn't trying to hit you with it."

Rigby went up to the foot of my bed. "Did you have a nightmare or something?"

"I wouldn't call it a nightmare," I said rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. I soon heard Benson's footsteps down the hallway and enter into the room.

"Hey what's all this-WHAT THE?" He had spotted the broken clock's bit scattered all across the floor. "Who broke this?" he yelled.

"I did," I shouted absolutely fearless. "What's this alarm clock doing here?"

"I put it there this morning. Seeing how you decided to come home late last night, I knew you'd sleep in, so I got some insurance to make sure you wake up….Which is now SMASHED INTO PIECES AND COMING OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECK!"

"What the hell Benson! I could've gotten up myself! You couldn't trust me to do that?"

"I can't trust you to do anything!"

"Screw you!"

"Hey! Watch it, or I will fire your ass! Got it?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Good, don't let it happen again. Now get ready and come downstairs, we have to go over today's chores…and for God's sake, take a shower or something it smells horrible in here." Benson stepped out of the room and headed downstairs.

"Whoa…" Rigby said.

"What?" I asked.

"You just told off Benson, and most importantly, you said 'hell'."

"Yeah, so?'

"Well for the past few years we established the whole 'H' thing as an inside joke. That was the first time in years I heard you said 'hell'."

Rigby was right. That was the first time I said "hell" in a long time. It didn't seem like much at first, but after thinking about it, it felt weird saying it.

"Yeah well, it was probably just a small slip, nothing big."

"Okay…I'll see you down in a bit…ew! Benson was right, you do need to take a shower."

"What are talking about, I don't…" When trying to get up from the bed, I noticed I was really sweaty and the lower part of my body was warm and sticky.

Don't tell me I…

I felt the sheets to see if they felt the same. They did. Now I think I know what smell Benson was talking about.

Goddammit. I haven't had a wet dream since high school. Why the hell am I getting them now?

Skips always used to tell me and Rigby that every dream has a meaning and the best way to understand a dream that confuse you, is to recap it, piece by piece.

I got up from the bed, and headed to the bathroom feeling extremely uncomfortable in between my thighs. Good thing no one was in the hall.

I went into the shower and cleaned the mess that was soaked into my feathers, while trying to understand the dream I had last night. Strangely, I was able to remember it perfectly, with no trouble. Usually a dream is always spotty to me, but this was as clear as day.

Okay, so the dream started out with Margaret and I in her basement. That could possibly correlate with my feelings of wanting to be alone with last night at the party when it was only Margaret and Eileen and I left.

I never had any alone time with Margaret since the study session we had at the library.

In the dream we were a couple…for two years…which means in the dream world, none of her boyfriends that I had heard of ever existed. Not even Repar.

She was still a virgin, could that mean that same in the real world?

That was hard to believe. With all the boyfriends she had, one of them could have gotten to her. Then again, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who just let anybody in like that. She was better than that.

Then she said, "I love you too Mordecai."

That is what really stung me. This dream, it didn't leave me sexually satisfied, it left me angry and frustrated. I'm trying to forget about Margaret, and now I have this dream about her? How CAN I try to move on, if she stays stuck in my head like this?

I hated this dream.

All it did was remind of something that could never be.

APRIL 29th, 2011

So what did you think for my first lemon? Have to admit, it felt weird writing this, but I'm a writer. I got to try new things. Please, please leave a review as I'd like to know how I did with this. (Where I need to improve, compliments, etc) Since I will be writing another lemon. I know some people were expecting a RigbyxEileen lemon. Don't worry you will get one, I just wanted to take a poll. You see at first I was thinking of making the RxE lemon a spinoff story, since this story is more focused on Mordecai and Margaret, but then I thought of something else. Should I:

Make the RxE lemon a one shot story on its own

Or…

Put the lemon in this story, but in a 3rd POV

Either way, there WILL BE a RigbyxEileen lemon. I would just like your input on the situation. Again, please review and I hope you enjoyed this chaper.