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Dragonheart287 - Fanfiction

Ever had one of those dreams where you’re not sure whether it’s real or not? I do just about every night. My dreams are the only place where I can see him but still I can’t help but wonder whether or not it’s real. Am I really with him or is this just some fantasy dreamed up by a love sick mind?

That’s what I think every time I wake up. I think that it was all just a dream, that it wasn’t real at all. It’s that thought that gets me so distressed, thinking that I wasn’t really with him. It was only a dream. It wasn’t real.

It feels real though. The things that I can see, feel, it all seems so real. Can it really feel that real if it is all just a dream? If it is real I have no idea how he does it. Somehow he’s found a way for us to be together once I fall asleep.

What I’m feeling now, it can’t be a dream. How can it be? Feeling his fingers slide over me, teasing my skin and making me shudder. His breath falls warm and heavy onto my ear as he speaks to me, constantly whispering my name before he kisses me.

How can that kiss be unreal? Feeling so gentle against my skin, yet also so hungry and wanting at the same time. He’s able to tease and control me so easily, knowing where to flick his tongue out to make me moan and writhe underneath him.

Trouble is, as soon as I start to think that this is all real, I feel myself start to wake up. It gets so confusing. One moment I get the feeling that this is all real, that he knows how to bring us together. Then I feel myself waking up and I begin to doubt myself again.

“Dark - -” I cling to him tightly, hoping that I’ll be able to stay if I do. If this is a dream then please let me stay asleep. “Please - -” I sound pathetic, but I don’t care.

“Don’t fight it,” he holds onto me gently, stroking one hand through my hair. “I’m still going to be with you.”

That’s true, he always is with me. Speaking to me from within my mind, making me blush. Still, I hold onto him, clinging onto that slim hope that I’ll be able to just stay with him.

Slender fingers snake around my chin to tilt my head upwards before he presses his lips lightly against mine. The tip of his tongue runs lightly once over my bottom lip, drawing out a small moan from me. Somehow it always does.

I can feel my eyes closing but I don’t want them too. I want to stay here, please let me stay here. It won’t work though; my eyelids are way too heavy.

They close. I know I’ll wake up to start my doubts all over again.