(Song lyrics shamelessly used is "Once Upon A Dream," from Sleeping Beauty. And, omg, it's a *dream* so lighten up, peoples~!)
Jodiah Ayreg had gone to sleep, wrapped in his blankets. He got to sleep easily enough, humming softly to himself. The damned little nymph! He didn't know how she did it, but she had enchanted him somehow. He went to his blankets then, expecting and dreading all kinds of nightmares of him being manipulated into dancing in mushroom circles, and general sorts of mischief.
I know you
Ayreg could hear the door open. He wanted to spin around, and somewhere in the back of his head, a voice screamed that it wanted it, too. He wanted to grab his sword, and defend himself. He wanted it. He did. But the only movement he made was to turn on his side, and roll to the far side of the bed.
I walked with you once upon a dream
A form slid down into the bed with him. Bare legs, only very softly lit in whatever moonlight filtered down through his window. Legs ended at mid-thigh to reveal a long shirt.
Red. Loose and flowing, not tight. The kind of a shirt a woman would wear to bed; to sleep in. Not the kind wore in public for showing off.
I know you
An upswept arm pulls the blankets of his bed over the body of the girl-- no.. she was a girl yesterday. In his mind, he was sure of that. A girl yesterday, a woman today. It was hard to explain. One minute she was one of the Harpies, the next minute.. she was older. She even looked wiser. She seemed mature, in her own way.
She cried, but it was a tale so epic as to stir tears.
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Fingers ran lightly down the curve of his neck, and she inched closer to him. Her hand rested there, halfway between neck and shoulder, and a gentle smile was offered. Reassurance for him, from her? No. It seemed almost as if she were pleading for reassurance from him. For him to take her into his arms, and to tell her everything would be alright.
Yes, I know it's true
Foreheads pressed to one another, body contours meeting and matching. A creamy leg draped across his own, and lips were but scant, almost unmeasurable distances from each other.
If it were an inch, it felt to be a mile.
that visions are seldom all they seem
His own rugged, calloused hand reached to the loose, red shirt. Fingers were splayed wide across her flank, and slid upward to just beneath her arm. His other hand was beneath her with its fingers buried into short crop of green hair.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
They kissed. Not a searing embrace, but with passion enough to make angels weep. It almost felt.. pure. There was nothing lascivious about it. As if lust, as a concept, had yet to even be invented by man.
You'll love me at once
He turned. Strong, corded arms rolled her onto her back, and a single finger trailed lightly down across her delicate jawline. Emerald eyes stared up to him, and no words were passed. None needed to. The smoldering stare between them said all that needed to be said.
They made love, where none could -- or should -- ever have existed before.
the way you did once upon a dream
A far cry from the usual nightmares that plague his sleep, to be sure. Alone in his bed, Ayreg rested peacefully, entirely content with the world -- if only for tonight.
Jodiah Ayreg had gone to sleep, wrapped in his blankets. He got to sleep easily enough, humming softly to himself. The damned little nymph! He didn't know how she did it, but she had enchanted him somehow. He went to his blankets then, expecting and dreading all kinds of nightmares of him being manipulated into dancing in mushroom circles, and general sorts of mischief.
I know you
Ayreg could hear the door open. He wanted to spin around, and somewhere in the back of his head, a voice screamed that it wanted it, too. He wanted to grab his sword, and defend himself. He wanted it. He did. But the only movement he made was to turn on his side, and roll to the far side of the bed.
I walked with you once upon a dream
A form slid down into the bed with him. Bare legs, only very softly lit in whatever moonlight filtered down through his window. Legs ended at mid-thigh to reveal a long shirt.
Red. Loose and flowing, not tight. The kind of a shirt a woman would wear to bed; to sleep in. Not the kind wore in public for showing off.
I know you
An upswept arm pulls the blankets of his bed over the body of the girl-- no.. she was a girl yesterday. In his mind, he was sure of that. A girl yesterday, a woman today. It was hard to explain. One minute she was one of the Harpies, the next minute.. she was older. She even looked wiser. She seemed mature, in her own way.
She cried, but it was a tale so epic as to stir tears.
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Fingers ran lightly down the curve of his neck, and she inched closer to him. Her hand rested there, halfway between neck and shoulder, and a gentle smile was offered. Reassurance for him, from her? No. It seemed almost as if she were pleading for reassurance from him. For him to take her into his arms, and to tell her everything would be alright.
Yes, I know it's true
Foreheads pressed to one another, body contours meeting and matching. A creamy leg draped across his own, and lips were but scant, almost unmeasurable distances from each other.
If it were an inch, it felt to be a mile.
that visions are seldom all they seem
His own rugged, calloused hand reached to the loose, red shirt. Fingers were splayed wide across her flank, and slid upward to just beneath her arm. His other hand was beneath her with its fingers buried into short crop of green hair.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
They kissed. Not a searing embrace, but with passion enough to make angels weep. It almost felt.. pure. There was nothing lascivious about it. As if lust, as a concept, had yet to even be invented by man.
You'll love me at once
He turned. Strong, corded arms rolled her onto her back, and a single finger trailed lightly down across her delicate jawline. Emerald eyes stared up to him, and no words were passed. None needed to. The smoldering stare between them said all that needed to be said.
They made love, where none could -- or should -- ever have existed before.
the way you did once upon a dream
A far cry from the usual nightmares that plague his sleep, to be sure. Alone in his bed, Ayreg rested peacefully, entirely content with the world -- if only for tonight.