A Late Night Visit #2
Focus, Heaven, focus!
I feel the bed dip as he sits down and leans over. I feel his fingers comb through my hair, brushing a few stray strands from my face. The touch is soothing, and feels so good that I have to bite back the sigh threatening to escape me.
“I wish things were easier, Sweetcheeks… maybe in an alternate reality…” he chuckles softly, and I feel a dream creeping into my mind.
One where I’m walking beside him, in an open field, under the moonlight…
As pleasant as it is, as much as I want to succumb to it, I don’t need a perfect reality.
I want him, even if it’s pushing each other into a swamp as we run from some monsters.
I want him. The real him. With all the bad. The stress. The darkness. I just-
I feel him lean over me, close enough that the air shifts, close enough that my heart betrays me outright. He doesn’t notice, not at first anyway; he’s too focused on the steady rhythm of his own heart, pounding against his ribcage. Loud in the silence.
What is he-
The thought never finishes.
His lips brush against mine, and my breath catches sharply, and it feels like I’m falling. Reality slips sideways, the dream bleeding into something far too vivid, far too real. He kisses me like he’s done it a hundred times before, like he’s been thinking about it just as long as I have.
In the dream, it’s the same. He’s kissing me… Why? Is he going to pretend I dreamt this?
He deepens the kiss, his possessive caress, slow and intoxicating, his mouth moving against mine with a confidence and dominance that sends heat spiralling through me. Pleasure curls low in my stomach, sharp and overwhelming, lighting me up from the inside out.
Goddess.
I’ve never felt anything like this, and I could live off this feeling alone.
Oh Goddess…
I kiss him back slowly at first.
It’s an instinct I’m unable to stop. His body goes still for half a heartbeat, tension snapping tight beneath his hand that’s fisting the bedding, but I keep my eyes closed, remaining still, sliding my arms around his neck just as I am in the dream. I don’t want him to stop… I want him to continue.
He inhales sharply, and I nip his lower lip, playful and desperate all at once. I tug on it, my core clenching at the sound he makes. Goddess, that sound. It’s low and rough, sending a shiver straight through me.
He shifts position slightly, and I move my leg, allowing his weight to settle between my thighs, not pressing against me but close enough that every nerve screams for more.
His hand finds my bare waist, his thumb brushing down the curve of my waist, as if he’s memorising how my skin feels beneath his touch. I arch my back, leaning into him. The kiss turns hungry, messy, rough, drawing a soft moan that slips from my lips before I can stop it.
That’s when everything shatters.
My eyes fly open.
The sound echoes in my ears as I realise it was me. I moaned. I made a sound.
Theo jerks away instantly, his milky white eyes wide as he backs away from the bed, his heart thundering, as mist fills the room around me.
“You’re awake.”
It’s a statement.
“Yes.” My fingers curl at my throat, pulse wild. “I- my voice…”
Understanding crashes down on me, realising he had something to do with it. He… somehow my voice has come back!
He straightens, the moment snapping shut like it never existed. That familiar, infuriating smirk sliding back into place as if he wasn’t just kissing me like the world might end.
“Don’t get any ideas, Blondie,” he says, eyes flicking away. “That was the only way I could give your voice back.”
“You… you got it back?” I whisper, staring up at him, emotions threatening to consume me.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks back over to the bed. Goddess, he looks so good… He places his hand against my head, fingers threading through my hair with a care that makes my chest ache.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be fair for such a beautiful voice to never be heard again,” he says quietly, with a faint smirk that fades almost as quickly as it graced his face. “But when you wake up… you won’t remember any of this.”
Mist curls at the edges of my vision, heavy and seductive, pulling me away from reality.
Panic flares through me, and with the last of my focus, I weave a spell, sealing this moment away, where his power can’t touch it, creating a tiny capsule for it to survive in.
In the morning, I may not remember this, but this memory shall return to me.
I stare up at him, sleep dragging me down inch by inch. The feel of his lips on mine lingers.
“Why…” I breathe softly, my heart pounding.
He doesn’t answer, simply keeping his fingers in my hair, his eyes dark and unreadable, like he’s standing at the edge of a decision that terrifies even him.
“Please… talk… to…” The words dissolve as my mind succumbs to the heaviness, confusion settling in.
Where am I? What was I saying? “I…” I murmur, unsure what I’m going on about.
Something about… Theo.
“Sleep well, Sweetcheeks,” he whispers, his voice seductively low and sinful, wrapping around me like a caress in the darkness.
And then sleep takes me.