I wake up, cold compared to when Dabi held me. I shiver slightly, wondering if it really was just a dream, but as I shift to roll out of bed, the slight, pleasant soreness between my legs tells me that whatever it was, SOMETHING happened last night.

I walk into my bathroom, yawning and stretching, and nearly shriek in surprise when I see my reflection. Hair tousled from something more than just sleep, hazy, lust-filled eyes, still thinking about the dream, and a small love bite poking out from the collar of my shirt, all proof that the dream I had was more than just my imagination.

I lean closer to my reflection, slightly distressed, but sigh in relief when I find that the mark is easily covered by the shirt I had planned to wear today anyways. I change clothes, noting the other marks Dabi left on me from the dream, and frowning slightly as I wonder how what happened in the dream world transferred to the physical world.

My thoughts, however, wander from the hows to the actual content of my dream last night, causing a heated blush to creep up my cheeks as I remember just what exactly went down between the two of us, or, more accurately, who went down on who last night. The blush creeps higher on my cheeks as I remember his fingers, the pleasure and sensations that happened…and then I'm interrupted by my phone buzzing.

My university was hit in the aftermath of a villain attack over the weekend, causing damages to the buildings that my classes take place in. My professors, thankfully, were kind enough to give my classmates and I the day off, and I sigh in relief, knowing that I have plenty of time to collect my thoughts about the night before.

I turn back to my bed, pulling out one of my romance novels and flopping down to finish reading it. It's a steamy book about a knight and a princess who rescues herself and ends up fighting alongside the knight, and I enjoy the equality they share in the story. I devour the rest of the book, practically inhaling their adventures and love story, and, surprisingly enough, the smut has given me an idea for my night with Dabi that lies ahead. I smirk slightly. If he wants to lay me open like that…perhaps I'll just have to…get back at him. You know, make it even.

As my thoughts drift back to last night again, I bite my lip slightly, hand roaming south and under the waistband of my shorts as I remember his teasing touches from the not-quite dream.

I slip a finger inside myself, wishing it was his instead, and, when I find release, I'm left slightly disappointed, feeling somehow empty without his presence. Surprisingly, and although he's an incredibly dangerous villain, I can't help but like him, want him, need him.

I've met him only twice, but I find myself replaying his dark chuckle, his laugh, his words as his voice deepens with his need for me. Maybe this whole thing won't be as bad as I was afraid of…but I shake off that hope. As much as I need him, need his presence and his touch, I'm a healer. Studying to save lives, while he works to shorten them.

I'm not naive enough to believe that I can 'fix him', and I have no intentions of becoming a villain myself. I snort slightly at the thought, trying to imagine myself as one of the dark figures that threaten the news weekly, and failing spectacularly.

I'm not cut out for that sort of thing, but Dabi…I sigh. Even though we're soulmates, even though my soul feels like it's complete around him, we're so…different from each other.

It makes me wonder why we were chosen for each other by whatever entity chooses soulmates, causes the dreams, and how I can make this work, through our separate worlds.

There's no doubt that he feels the same way about me, not with how he looked at me last night. That pure need in those turquoise eyes mirrored my own, and, well, I suppose that there was another tell that he needs me.

Bodies are hard to lie through, harder than words, usually, and a rock-hard dick tends to be a fairly reliable indicator of someone's wants. My cheeks color slightly at the memory, of the way my body reacted to the sight of it, of him, as bared to me as I was to him.

Shaking the deeper thoughts from my mind, I begin my planning, or, more accurately, plotting, for my anticipated dream tonight.

As I prepare for bed later, I intentionally select a set of lingerie, one of my favorites from my small collection. The black lace set, at first glance, seems to be somewhat modest, or as modest as underwear can be.

The top of the set looks like a halter top, sleeveless, and is cropped close to the bottom of my ribcage, with a dramatic V of lace diving down my abdomen to connect with the bottoms, which are a thong, barely a scrap of fabric in their own right.

The top, upon closer inspection, is anything but modest, with practically transparent lace that hides nothing about my cleavage, with two gaps where my nipples peek through. I throw on an old, oversized t-shirt over the set before settling into bed, prepared to give my soulmate the night of his life, ready or not.

When I drift off, I open my eyes in a different room than last night's dream, and Dabi, much to my amusement, has already arrived. It would seem that all my thoughts about my plans bled into the dream world before either of us arrived, and Dabi lies on a large bed, a towel around his waist. He grins as he sees me, and I approach the bed, unable to hold back a similar grin, leaning in to kiss him.

"I missed you, little bird."

Dabi murmurs against my lips, rising up on his elbows to better reach me. I, however, have other plans, pushing him back down into the pillows and crawling onto the bed.

"You know, I think I owe you a favor. For last night."

My words are husky, the need to see him writhe beneath me the way I did beneath him growing steadily. He smirks, the picture of confidence, and laces his hands behind his head, a challenge in his eyes.

"Oh? Well, then, little bird. Don't let me stop you."

I smirk slightly, then move to straddle him, starting on his neck. I start gently, pressing kisses along his jaw, moving down to his adam's apple, and lower, to his collarbone. I smirk slightly as his breath hitches, moving back over that spot and giving it the extra attention.

Satisfied, I move lower, pressing a kiss to his heart, and then pulling back slightly to look at him before going lower.

His eyes are glued to me, the need clear in his gaze, and I smirk slightly before slipping the t-shirt I'd worn over the lingerie over my head, letting it fall to the side.

His eyes widen, and I can't ignore the rush that his lust for me sends to my core. He begins to reach for me, but I grab his wrists, pinning them away from us.

"You can have a turn later…if I'm feeling generous."

He smirks slightly, but complies, again leaning back against the pillows.

"Very well, little bird…but I'll be taking my turn."

I shiver slightly at the pure intent in his voice, then turn my attention back to my main focus: the towel around his waist. Or, more specifically, the cock under it.

I take my time unwrapping the towel, and when his already hard dick springs up, I smirk.

"All this, just for me? You shouldn't have."

Dabi smirks, a predatory grin, that damned canine of his glinting slightly.

"Always for you, little bird."

My lips curl into a smile, and I run featherlight fingers across the head of his cock, watching his reaction. He twitches slightly at the teasing, light touch, but that cocky smirk is still on his lips.

I wrap my hand around him, pumping his length with a firm hand, and he bites his lip, eyes closing. I smirk, repeating the motion, then lean down and drag my tongue up the length of him. His hands fist in the sheets, head jerking back at the sudden contact, and a low, sensual moan rolls out of him, a sound that seems to go straight to my core and light a fire.

Knowing I've got him at my mercy, I swirl my tongue around his tip, then pull him into my mouth, taking him deep into my throat.

He makes a sound of guttural lust, hips bucking slightly, and I laugh around him before licking him again, letting the vibrations crash into his most sensitive place.

I work him with lips and tongue and hands, his noises of pleasure growing louder until he groans.

"Little bird…"

I already know what I want, a hand drifting to gently squeeze his balls. He tenses, hands shooting into my hair as he thrusts his hips up, cock sliding deeper down my throat as he comes. I stroke him through it, then slide off of him, swallowing once.

His eyes are wide, and I know I've got him hooked. I sit back, smirking.

"Not so tough now, are we?"

I assume, incorrectly, that he'll be as blown apart as I was last night. But as I move to recover my shirt, he moves faster than I thought was humanly possible.

In an instant, he flipped our positions, looming over me while pinning me to the bed. I startle at the sudden movement, wings splayed beneath me, as he pins my wrists to my sides, leaning in.

"I really think I'll just let you walk away from that?"

He teases, voice low and seductive. I wriggle slightly, pressing my scantily clad figure to him, teasing him further.

"I certainly hope not."

At this point, I haven't the faintest idea of what I'm getting into, but damn if I don't need him in me right now. His coming undone in my mouth had me close to coming myself, and he hadn't even touched me.

He drags his tongue up my neck, creating a trail of heat and sensation that has me biting my lip and writhing against him. He chuckles, a low, dark sound that makes my blood heat, and then he's pulling back to examine me, eyes devouring my attire.

"You've made an…interesting decision tonight, little bird."

His hands drift to my top, fingers stroking my already hard nipples. I whimper slightly, and he grins ferally, leaning back over me to whisper in my ear.

"You've done such a nice job already…now let me do the work."

He removes my top, then slides down to my legs and the itty bitty bottoms I selected. I writhe slightly, anxious for his hands to be on me, inside of me, but he laughs, then hooks the string of the thong with his teeth, dragging it down my thighs in a tantalizingly slow motion.

He rises above me again, both of us totally bared, and leans down to kiss me, a finger sliding inside of me at the same time. I gasp into his mouth at the sudden intrusion, granting his tongue entry, and he takes his time, devouring every moan that rolls from my tongue to his as he works me with his hand.

I regain some semblance of coherent thought and reach down, stroking his already hard cock once more, and he growls into my mouth, pulling away. I whine as he removes the finger from inside me, the lack of contact leaving me feeling empty.

He sits back slightly, then, maintaining eye contact, licks my juices from his finger. I blush hard, and he smirks, then leans back over me, pressing kisses down my neck, taking a moment to suck that sensitive spot into his mouth, taking his time to leave marks.

I can't help the small moans and gasps, and then he's rising over me, one hand going to line himself up with my entrance. His eyes meet mine, an unspoken question, but I nod. I want, no, need this, more than air or water.

He pushes in agonizingly slowly, and I want more, but he's stretching me in a way that I've never felt before, and I understand the slowness. He takes his time, inching in and pulling out until he's fully seated inside of me. We're both panting, taking a moment for both of us to adjust. I'm shockingly tight for him, and I'me squeezing him hard enough that he thinks he might come without even getting to play.

Once we've both adjusted, Dabi sets a steady pace, hands braced beside my shoulders, face hovering near mine. He watches my gasps and moans, but I'm the one to realize that he's coming first. Or so I thought.

As I feel him start to tighten inside of me, he reaches a hand down and rubs my clit as he thrusts all the way in, hitting a spot deep inside of me and causing me to scream with pleasure as I come hard, and, a moment later, he does the same, a muffled shout escaping him as he pulls out to come.

My mind is so blurred from pleasure that I hadn't even had time to think…condoms. Shit. I forgot about condoms.

But he…he remembered to pull out. My gaze meets his as we both slowly recover, and he chuckles.

"Gotta be careful. Can't be getting you pregnant before we've even officially met."

I clap a hand to my mouth, face turning bright red as I realize something. Dabi chuckles.

"What's wrong, little bird?"

I blush harder, looking away.

"You don't even know my name."

Dabi blinks, surprised, then laughs, hard. As he recovers, he drags a hand through his ruffled hair, grinning down at me.

"I guess we kind of skipped that step, didn't we?"

I look down, embarrassed.

"I mean, I know who you are…"

Dabi leans in, forcing me to look at him.

"Everyone knows who I am. But who, little bird, are you? I want to get to know the woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with."

I blush, the familiar heat creeping up Ir cheeks again.

"I'm not really anybody important. Not like you are, anyways."

Dabi tilts my chin up, eyes searching.

"Little bird, you're already the most important person in the world to me."

My eyes widen slightly at the words, words I'd wished someone would say to me all my life. I look down, accepting it.

"Well…my name's Tajo Kiramashu, I'm a second year at a university in Tokyo for medical school, and my quirk…quirks, I guess, are flight and healing."

Dabi smiles, brushing his hair back, then frowns slightly.

"What's wrong?"

I ask, suddenly worried. Dabi glances around, but there's no indication of what he's looking for. He finally speaks

"Aren't you usually awake by now?"

I nod.

"Yeah, but class got cancelled for yesterday and today. A villain attack did some pretty serious damage to my campus."

Dabi whips his gaze back to me, suddenly worried.

"You weren't there, were you? When the attack happened?"

I shake my head, confused.

"No, it was a weekend. Nobody was there, and the damage was 'collateral of another incident', in the words of the police chief."

Dabi sighs in relief, resting his head on my chest.

"Thank god."

I stroke his hair, content to just lie there, when I realize just how tired I am. I drift off, feeling content and warm in his arms, and stay that way until my consciousness pulls me to waking, back in my bedroom.