Dreams

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Dreams, Part II

He tensed, his sharp eyes spotting movement in the brush ahead. Freezing, he carefully watched the spot for any sign of danger, peering through the silver leaves of the mallorn. Inching his way across the broad limb of the majestic tree, he silently closed the gap between himself and the movement he had spied, an arrow notched in his bow ready to fly.

Jogging through the park, as was her routine most days, she caught a movement in the bushes off to her right. Knowing that there was always the possibility of being mugged in the city park she stopped in her tracks, realizing that an unknown assailant could attack her from behind if she continued running. Her hand snaked into her fanny pack, closing around the small spray bottle of mace she had kept tucked there.

Closer, and closer still, he crept toward the area where he had last seen movement, although all had grown still. Only a slight breeze stirred the leaves and tendrils of his long, silver hair, but he was too experienced to allow a sudden lack of movement to convince him that there was no danger. He could feel something amiss in his forestÉcould feel something out of place.

Hesitantly, she took a few steps closer to the bush where she saw someone or something moving behind the thick veil of leaves. The only things she could see were the leaves being ruffled by a timid breeze - the same breeze that tickled the back of her neck. She could feel in her bones that something was not rightÉcould feel it in the crawling sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Spying another furtive movement, he froze again, trying to will his eyes to see through the dense leaves. Carefully aiming his arrow toward the spot, he called out loudly for whoever or whatever was there, just behind the curtain of leaves, to show themselves. Silence filled his ears; a prickle of foreboding raised gooseflesh on his arms.

Pulling the mace spray from her fanny pack, she aimed the nozzle at the bushes fully intent on spraying whatever might jump out at her. Calling out loudly, she demanded that they show themselves. Silence was her only answer, which served to set her nerves further on edge. A shiver ran down her spine, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Seeing no more movement, and yet, still heeding his body's warning that something as amiss, he wondered briefly if his lack of sleep could be causing him to jump at shadows. The damnable dream had haunted him for so long, kept him from restingÉconsuming him, that it would be no wonder if his senses were dulled.

She sucked air into her lungs, realizing that she hadn't taken a breath in several moments. Shaking her head, she gazed steadily at the bushes where all movement had, once again, stopped. She berated herself for a moment, almost convinced that her lack of sleep because of that relentless dream was the cause of her becoming skittish.

Keeping the arrow trained on the bushes, he carefully, slowly, reached out with an elbow, pushing the branches aside to reveal the hidden threat.

Swallowing hard, she reached out with one hand, pushing the branches aside, carefully holding the mace in the other hand ready to spray whatever might be lurking on the other side.

His eyes widened, his body jerking back reflexively from the sight that greeted him behind the leaves. The very air was shimmering, a swirling kaleidoscope of pale colors. Gasping, he stared hard through the pond-like ripples of air, looking at the female staring back at him.

Startled, she dropped the mace, her eyes widening at the sight of the male standing on the opposite side of the shifting, twirling web of colors in front of her, his gray eyes reflecting her own surprise.

It was sheÉthe woman from his dream. Hesitantly he reached a hand out to touch her, only to find his fingers blocked by an invisible barrier.

A hand flew to her mouth as she recognized the lover from her dreams. She saw him reach for her, and tentatively put her hand out to touch his, only to find her fingers blocked by an imperceptible wall.

He stared hard at her, drinking in the sight of her. She was dressed in a skimpy, sleeveless top which left her smooth, soft-looking shoulders and firm stomach bare, scarcely covering her full breasts. Her very short pants barely covered the tops of her thighs, exposing her long, lean legs. He felt himself growing hard at the sight of them, at the thought of the silky feel of them.

Looking into his eyes through the shimmering haze, she saw his expression change from shock to something elseÉsomething familiar. She watched him move his hand to his leggings, rubbing gently at the large bulge that was growing there. A gasp escaped her lips, as she felt herself grow moist watching him touch himself. Wanting desperately to please him, she pulled off her sports bra, exposing herself to him.

He drew in a breath sharply at the sight of his lover's breasts, full and ripe, just out of reach. His lips parted, his tongue wetting them. Quickly he dropped his bow to the ground, shed his quiver, and pulled off his jerkin.

Her eyes wandered from his angelic face down to his strong chest, her eyes touching each ripple of his perfectly muscled stomach, her breath coming faster now. She ran her hands over her breasts, lightly touching the nipples, wishing desperately that they were his hands and not her own that were touching her.

 Running his own hands up and down the muscles of his chest and abdomen, he fiercely wished it were her hands he felt. Biting his lower lip, his eyes hooded with desire, he kicked off his boots and unlaced his leggings, discarding them on the ground next to his jerkin and bow. His erection, freed from the confines of the tight leggings, sprang against his stomach, hard and already weeping.

A soft moan escaped her lips at the sight of his engorged organ bobbing gently against his well-defined stomach muscles, a single pearly drop clinging to the head. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth in a wistful attempt to taste him. Wiggling suggestively, she removed her running shorts and lacy underwear, watching his face as she exposed herself to him.

His own moan filled his ears at the sight of the dark patch that sheltered her sweetness. He watched as she turned in a slow, full circle for him, his eyes memorized by her soft curves and shadowed valleys. Groaning now, his hand grasped his shaft, beginning to stroke it slowly.

Sighing at the sight of her lover beginning to pleasure himself, her own hand slid between her legs, gently rubbing the folds, increasing the sticky wetness. Her breath came faster as her fingers began to tease at the nub hidden there, while her other hand continued to knead the flesh of her breast.

Eyes narrowing with the heightened passion he was feeling, he lowered his free hand to gently cup and massage the full and firm sacs that were hanging just behind his erection. Stroking faster and harder, his breath became ragged as he braced himself by standing with his legs apart.

Fingering herself faster as she watched him stroke, she slipped her fingers into her depths, plunging them into the tight heat, a cry escaping her lips. Faster and deeper, her fingers, slick with her own juices, flew in and out of her, as her other hand moved from her breast to rub vigorously at the nub within her folds.

Watching his lover's fingers disappearing in and out of herself, he felt his release boiling up from within his sacs. Stroking rapidly, his leg gave way, and he fell to his knees before her, his silvery essence pumping out over his hand, his cry of ecstasy echoing in his ears.

As she watched his pearly fluid spill, she reached her own orgasm, her back arching, fingering herself wildly. Biting back her cry of pleasure, she stood panting, reaching out to press her palm to swirling colors of the barrier between them.

Breathing hard, he watched the pleasure rip through her, wishing wholeheartedly that he could have been the one to bring it to her. Reaching up, he placed his palm to hers, feeling only the cold barrier between them.

A single, crystal tear escaped her eye, trickling down her cheek as the colors in the barrier swirled faster and faster, clouding her view of her lover.

Aching to wipe the tear she shed, he felt his own eyes well up as the shimmering obstruction became opaque, veiling his lover from his eyes.

Within moments, she was alone again in the city park, her nude body and the pile of clothes at her feet the only evidence of her encounter.

Much too quickly, he found himself alone in the forest, the only indication of the events of the afternoon being his own nudity, and the pile of discarded clothing at his feet.