When Muses Attack!

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A/N: I’ve debated a bit about posting this or not. I don’t want to “ruin” the humorous aspect of our “relationship” for some of you. Believe me, it’s still there. But this is a little important because after this particular dream, His Wickedness finally chilled out and began speaking again. Well, until I pissed him off about a week later. But that’s another chapter all together.

Kathy – my dear I’m sure you meant that in the most affectionate manner but WTF are you thinking? Do you want me to be driven utterly insane? LOL! I showed him your review and he snorted and gave the computer screen an evil glare before turning that look on me. I had to remind him that it was not *I* who suggested he stay! If he pays you a visit, you’ve been warned! LOL!

Naira – Shhhhh! I don’t think he quite knows what “cupcake” means. He’d kill me if he knew! So it’s our secret! Don’t let Rumil blab, either! Please!

Gingersnap – Oh, that’s rich! Me “rein him in”? I would have more luck tunneling to China with a teaspoon! LOL! He’s incorrigible, that one.

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The first thing I remember is being in my bedroom but it’s not my room. The only furniture in there is my bed and it’s made. I know this can’t be my room or it must be a dream because my bed is NEVER made.

I look down at what I’m wearing – it’s the same thing that I had on when I laid down for my nap earlier – a pair of cut off blue jeans and a white tank top. When I look up to try and figure out if I’m dreaming or not, I see him standing there at the foot of the bed. He grins wickedly at me.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” I ask curiously.

His grin grows larger and steps closer to me. “Yes, it is,” he says.

I nod grimly. I guess this is it, then. He will make good on his threats and I on mine.

He stalks me like a cat but I’m not going to play his game nor run from him. I owe him and now he’s going to get it. Yessireee, bob! He’s going to get it!

With an evil smile, he slides up to me and slips his hand into my hair, cupping my head. I look up to him and before he can even start in on me, I grab him and pull him down, planting a very firm kiss on his lips.

His eyes open wide in surprise and I let go of him, pushing him back a little. The smug smile on his face returns quickly as he recovers his initial shock.

“Yes,” he purrs and presses me close to him. “Yes, you want me,” he whispers wickedly.

“Are you going to make good on all your threats?” I demand, poking him in the chest with one finger. “Or are you all talk and no action?”

Yeah, I’m playing with fire. But if you’re gonna get burned – might as well get scorched! Either way you’re fried - you can prolong the agony or get it over with quickly. I am choosing to get it over with quickly.

He laughs in nefarious glee and his lips are on mine. I slide my arms around him and squeeze pressing myself closer to him. I’m going to make him pay. Yes, he will pay!

He moans softly as he slides his tongue past my lips but he doesn’t aggressively use it against me. Instead his kiss is gentle and subtle like he has all the time in the world. It is a stark contrast to the way his body feels. The heat and urgency from him is making me quiver and I thrust my breasts against him digging my fingers into his spine.

I want him. Oh, yes, I do! He is a magnificent creature – his body lithe and hard next to mine, his strong arms holding me close, the smell of him, and the feel of him not to mention the gentle urgency of his kiss. I moan and slide one hand down to grip his firm bottom.

“You want me, don’t you, Mel?” He purrs against my neck, his soft lips running over my skin.

“Yes,” I admit, stroking his hair aside so I can reach his neck.

I can almost reach it. Almost wrap both hands around it and choke him as I have threatened to do on so many occasions. He feels me struggling to reach him and foolishly picks me up and lays me on the bed. He slithers in next to me. Now I can reach that beautiful throat and slowly, lovingly slide my hands around it as he continues to smile at me. Obviously he doesn’t understand my twisted fantasy.

My thumbs meet on the front of his throat and I see the sudden flash of realization in his eyes. He pries my hands away and I hiss at him, my eyes still fixated greedily on his Adams Apple. I am forced to resort to attempting to rip his throat out with my teeth and lunge for him, teeth bared but I don’t get far.

“Now stop that!” He commands, holding me in a vise grip.

“No!” I growl. “This is my fantasy and my dream and I want to strangle you! Yes! Strangle you for all the bullshit you’ve put me thru! Now hold still, dammit!”

He sighs dejectedly. He was hoping my hormones would override my anger at him but he doesn’t quite understand how frustrated he’s made me.

“Mmmm,” he muses as he rolls over on top of me, pinning me to the bed. “I have teased you, I will admit,” he says softly. “But I can make it up to you.”

His silken hair falls over me and I study him carefully. This is the only reality that we share and I probably should take advantage of it.

“And just how would you do that?” I demand dangerously, eyeing him seductively (or as best as I can manage).

A deep evil chuckle escapes him and he leans over to kiss my neck. Slowly, teasingly his soft lips move over my skin and he sighs as he kisses his way to my chest. Either he has decided I’m harmless or he’s just plain foolish because he lets go of my wrists to pull my shirt up.

I don’t fight him. What’s the use? Instead, I pull his shirt off. He is quite stunning. I run my hands admiringly over his broad shoulders. His eyes follow my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. I like the way his skin feels under my hands – soft and warm and perfect just like it should be. I want to bite him. He sees me bare my teeth again and grabs my jaw.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say. “I just want to nip. Just a little.”

He relaxes and lets go of me but keeps a wary eye on me as I sink my teeth into his chest, moaning softly at the firmness of him. He gasps quietly and closes his eyes as I nip and lick him with abandon, as I have wanted to for quite some time now.

“Roll over,” I demand, pushing up on him. Surprisingly he obeys. Now his ass is mine.

I straddle his slim waist and sit up on him, splaying my hands over his bare skin and admiring the beautiful creature lying there under me. His flaxen hair is spread over the covers and I run my finger from his collarbone to my pelvis. He is absolutely stunning beyond belief and he’s all mine. Mine! And I can strangle him if I want! Yes! Strangle!

Apparently the evil gleam in my eye is obvious and he holds up a warning finger at me.

“I do not like your look, Mel,” he says.

“You scared, big fella?” I tease, rubbing my cheek against his chest and gazing up at him innocently.

He snorts. “I fear no mortal,” he informs me haughtily.

“Then shut up,” I command imperiously and begin running my eager lips over his skin, kissing and licking and nipping at him where I please.

My hands stroke his sides as I make my way up to his neck. I moan against his throat.

“I want you,” I murmur into his ear before sucking on his earlobe. And I do!

He sighs and squeezes my behind with one hand.

I decide to see just how sensitive his ears are and slowly lick my way up to the point before nibbling it. He hisses and grabs me under my arms and jerks me up so that he can suckle me. I gasp and struggle as he crushes me to him, his eager mouth on my nipple.

“Stop it,” I breathe, trying to push away.

“No,” he says, wrapping one arm around my pelvis as the other presses flat against the middle of my back holding me close to him.

I moan and close my eyes as he continues to pleasure me. I want him. I want to kiss him and lick him and bite him all over but he seems to want to do the same to me.

One hand moves to unbutton my jeans and he rolls me over to remove them. I return the favor, pulling his trousers off and running my hands over his firm naked bottom.

“Why aren’t you hard?” I demand. Well, he is quite old I guess. Maybe he needs the viagra. Or maybe he just doesn’t find me “hawt” enough.

He grins wickedly. “Because I want to pleasure you,” he purrs dangerously. “And I do not want the distraction.”

“But I want you to be hard,” I pout.

“Oh, I will be,” he assures me, those gray eyes glittering. “I will be.”

And then we are locked in a writhing moaning tangle of arms, legs and hair, each trying to dominate the other. I cannot say how long or the exact sequence of events that followed. All I can remember is the feeling of his hard body on mine, his soft words, his relentless kiss and the sensual sounds he made as we struggle for domination over each other.

“Say my name,” he demands against my throat, pulling me down on him. “Say my name!”

I giggle. “Shouldn’t you be, like, slapping my ass and saying that?” I ask playfully.

He looks at me in confusion. “You never say my name,” he says petulantly. “I want to hear it. I want to hear you say it.”

I guess he doesn’t get the joke. But he’s right. I’ve not said his name before. I just can’t. It would make him really real.

He grips me under my arms and begins pulling me up his body, his tongue tracing a trail between my breasts and down my belly.

“What are you doing?” I demand struggling slightly.

“What I want,” he breathes and smacks me on the ass to get me to move.

“No,” I moan when I realize what he’s going to do.

“Yes,” he says, gripping my thighs and pulling me up over his shoulders.

“Haldir,” I gasp as he positions me where he wants me.

He moans. “Say it again,” he murmurs.

I open my mouth to oblige him but the only thing that escapes is a hiss of pleasure.

“Say it,” he breathes urgently.

I whine and try to flip over so I can pleasure him but he won’t have it. I groan and grip his wrists tightly as he continues his torture of me.

When I finally do manage to say his name again it is lost as one low moan and I close my eyes as he pushes me over the edge.

“Yes,” he hisses greedily holding on to me tightly until he feels me relax.

He gently moves me aside and I grab him, kissing him desperately tasting myself there. I slide one hand down his firm abdomen and feel that he is indeed, incredibly hard. We moan in unison as he slides over, pressing himself against me.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands between hot kisses to my neck.

“Yes,” I agree finally. “I want you.”

He grins triumphantly and I am too weak to care anymore. When he finally joins with me it’s almost anti-climatic since he has already won the battle. But not the war.

“I want you,” I say again, pleased by the sound of it.

“You like it, don’t you?” He whispers in my ear as that firm body presses against me.

I squeeze him tightly, running my hands all over his beautiful form. How could I not like it? He is exquisite and sensual and oh, so incredibly “hawt”.

“Yes,” I say, kissing him wherever I can manage to reach.

I lose all track of time as we undulate together, arms clinging to each other, lips on eager skin. It is the most wonderful pleasurable experience I have had in a very long time. It ranks right up there with a good day on the ice when I can do no wrong!

His body begins to tremble in my arms and I watch him curiously. He moans and wraps both arms around me, clutching me to him tightly. I grip his shoulder with one hand and smooth his hair back with the other as I wrap my legs around him.

“I want this,” he breathes those steely eyes now half closed.

“So do I.”

He moans something in his language then I can feel the warmth of him. I moan at the sensation and he buries his face in my hair, still murmuring his own words as his body writhes against me, his breath coming in hot gasps against my ear.

I am not certain how long we lay there. In dreamtime nothing equates to waking reality. When he finally relaxes and raises his head to look at me, I smile hopefully.

“Are we ok now?” I ask softly, running my hands over his spine and admiring his muscle tone.

“Yes,” he murmurs, closing his eyes and resting against my cheek.

“Good,” I reply with a grateful sigh. That’s one for the team, I mentally note.

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