Alain jerked upright in bed with a gasp, both hands digging into the mattress. Cassie, nude and curled in the sheets beside him, murmured unintelligibly, but quieted with a smile when he touched her shoulder. Back asleep already. More carefully, slowly, he crept out of bed and into the bathroom to wash his face.
It was the third time he'd dreamed of her, of Gwyneth. Gwyneth was a healer of some kind, a collector of herbs, an odd but friendly woman he had met in the forest... a little too friendly, sometimes. She called him "hero" and "strong Alain" frequently, sometimes to the point of him blushing, and always to the point of discomfort. Yes, that is how she typically made him feel, uncomfortable. After meeting her in the woods and making a fool of himself (he still was not sure how he had tumbled into that pond), he met her again in an alley near the marketplace.
She'd been attacked by a man with a knife. Alain managed to dispatch him without killing him, but she had rolled her ankle, and he carried her back to her cottage in the woods. He'd taken care of her swelling, and again she made him... uncomfortable. It wasn't just that she was attracted to him, or that she was trying to seduce him; it was how she was trying, being alternately obvious and deviously subtle, and generally persistent.
He didn't know it, but she would not be easily shaken.
She came to the Red Dragon Inn the other night, and that was his third time meeting her. She knew he had a lover, and that he would be loyal, and from what he figured, this meeting indicated that fact had finally sunk in. She admired him still, but not as strongly as before, and was... friendly. Normal. She had given up, he thought.
That night, he had his first dream about her. It was... relatively ordinary, at first. They were in the marketplace, which was empty except for the two of them and all the stands filled with their wares, but no vendors and no customers. She took an apple, bit into it, and smiled at him and beckoned. He came closer, and she offered up the apple, and he took a bite off of it. Then her eyes, usually light blue, flashed green, and he kissed her.
The dreams became only more intense, and more erotic. The dream he'd just woken from, everything he had shared with Cassie earlier in the evening, alone in his bedroom, he was sharing instead with Gwyneth. She cried out, clawed at his shoulders, smiled up at him... He touched his shoulder thoughtfully. He could almost still feel her fingernails on him.
"It's a dream, Alain," he told his reflection firmly.
A couple faint noises came from the other room; Cassie called out his name gently. He flicked off the bathroom light and returned to bed.
It was the third time he'd dreamed of her, of Gwyneth. Gwyneth was a healer of some kind, a collector of herbs, an odd but friendly woman he had met in the forest... a little too friendly, sometimes. She called him "hero" and "strong Alain" frequently, sometimes to the point of him blushing, and always to the point of discomfort. Yes, that is how she typically made him feel, uncomfortable. After meeting her in the woods and making a fool of himself (he still was not sure how he had tumbled into that pond), he met her again in an alley near the marketplace.
She'd been attacked by a man with a knife. Alain managed to dispatch him without killing him, but she had rolled her ankle, and he carried her back to her cottage in the woods. He'd taken care of her swelling, and again she made him... uncomfortable. It wasn't just that she was attracted to him, or that she was trying to seduce him; it was how she was trying, being alternately obvious and deviously subtle, and generally persistent.
He didn't know it, but she would not be easily shaken.
She came to the Red Dragon Inn the other night, and that was his third time meeting her. She knew he had a lover, and that he would be loyal, and from what he figured, this meeting indicated that fact had finally sunk in. She admired him still, but not as strongly as before, and was... friendly. Normal. She had given up, he thought.
That night, he had his first dream about her. It was... relatively ordinary, at first. They were in the marketplace, which was empty except for the two of them and all the stands filled with their wares, but no vendors and no customers. She took an apple, bit into it, and smiled at him and beckoned. He came closer, and she offered up the apple, and he took a bite off of it. Then her eyes, usually light blue, flashed green, and he kissed her.
The dreams became only more intense, and more erotic. The dream he'd just woken from, everything he had shared with Cassie earlier in the evening, alone in his bedroom, he was sharing instead with Gwyneth. She cried out, clawed at his shoulders, smiled up at him... He touched his shoulder thoughtfully. He could almost still feel her fingernails on him.
"It's a dream, Alain," he told his reflection firmly.
A couple faint noises came from the other room; Cassie called out his name gently. He flicked off the bathroom light and returned to bed.