Lustful Daydreaming

Disclaimer - Don\'t own Hellsing.

A/N - First fanfic here, so don\'t go hard on me! Humm... Hard... /coughs/ Well, I just wanted to thank darkangel-allways for the Romanian! THANK YOU GIRL! And to Pisicuta Mea for the support... and for pulling my ears (I am so lazyyyyy)! Kiss Kiss

Now, on with the show!

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“Almost home, I’m almost home...”

Damn this has been a dreadful day... People and paperwork... Annoying people and missing paperwork that some ass must have stuff in some folder somewhere and nobody can seem to remember where the fuck it is! And who is the one that has to find it and pass it to a digital file and store it? Yes, exactly, yours truly here... Damn, a terrible, terrible day.

I get myself in the elevator, babbling some nonsense about the weather with the 4th floor neighbour. God she is so boring. So much air and words wasted on that woman’s mouth. God, doesn’t she know that silence is golden? Christ...

The floor indicator hits 3 and I think I never got out of that elevator so fast. And yes, I did press the 4th button again so that she doesn’t have time to engage in further boring dialogue with me. I just want to get home!

I open the door and my cell phone gives the indication that I just received a message. I open the door and notice that the living room double doors are closed.

- Humm, Jack must have been here, I’m sure. - I whisper.

I put the bag on my lifted knee to take out the cell, and then put it over the bench I have at the hallway, right in front of the door. My house looks like an indoor garden. Yes, that is a garden bench.

I flip the cell open.

Message from Jack.

“Hun I can’t be with you today, problems with the family. I’ll phone you later.”

I pout. Damn, I really wanted him to be here today... I had another of those dreams.
What dreams?
Sex dreams...
So far so good, it’s normal right? The problem is that I have them with a completely unreachable err... person.

Three words: Anime Hellsing Alucard.

I sigh, looking at the cell’s wallpaper. Him. Man I am getting delusional. I am craving for a non-existing man! Well, it’s almost like wanting a movie star no?

I give an exasperated sigh, knowing that no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this obsession was healthy, it would never be. I close the cell almost in anger and put it again inside the bag.

I need my couch.

I need some sleep.

I don’t need another of those dreams though. I am really not in the mood for solo fun... Which will probably happen if I don’t stop thinking about that damned animated corpse.

I lock the door from the inside, better safe then sorry, and Jack isn’t coming here anyway so... I then go to the double doors of the living room and push them open, my eyes falling over my beloved white couch and…

I stop.

My eyes are as big as saucers... No, plates!
Ok, I have just crossed the insanity line.
I blink a couple of times; my hands still on the doorknobs, my arms back.
And he’s still there.
Crap, I lost it. It’s official.

Sprawling on my couch is a very pale man, wearing a white shirt, opened and revealing a beautifully chiselled chest, black pants.
The black hair is in its usual disarray; the bangs over his eyes don’t hide the crimson smoothness of them. They almost shine in the relatively dark room.
Shit, right out of the wallpaper of my cell phone. His lips curve up in a seductive smirk.

I’m still at the door, almost eating him with my eyes. Damn I don’t want to move. I want to engrave every detail of this image in my mind, because I know that once I get to the couch he will disappear.

-“I can assure you milady, I am quite real.\"

If this was anime my jaw would have dropped in the floor, I guarantee. I can hear is voice inside my head, like a caress.
Jesus. I’m going to commit myself in the mental ward of the town hospital.
I can hear a soft chuckle coming from him and see him shift in the couch and patting the free space in between his legs.

-You look stressed milady. Come here, have a sit and relax.

I don’t move, still eyeing him with wide eyes. His hand extends towards me and my legs start moving without my consent.

I stop right on front of him, my hand going to his. My hand touches the silky fabric of the white glove. Cold. He grabs my hand a little harder, pulling me towards him but turning me, making me fall with my back to his front.

I feel the impact, which robs the breath right out of my lungs. I FEEL him. He is there!
God, he can’t! He’s not...

- Real?

Another chuckle makes his chest rumble, the feeling of his unusual but not uncomfortable coldness against me making me shiver.

– But what is reality Milady? If it is what you can grasp in your hand, if it is what you can feel with your senses...

His hand settles on my stomach and presses me against him, my buttocks feeling the bulge against it. I gasp at this, as his other hand surrounds my neck and he pushes me so that the nape of my neck set on his right shoulder, his lips grazing my ear and again making me shiver in his arms.

– If that is your perception of reality, then I believe I qualify.

His tongue shots out and traces the curvature of my ear, his hand on my stomach doing small circular patterns over the silky fabric of my red shirt, dangerously getting closer and closer to my navel.

– Don’t you agree?

His last sentence was almost a purred whisper and made a shaky breath leave my throat in the form of a small moan.

- How? – I whispered, seeing him taking his left hand, the one that was over my neck, to his mouth, and pulling the glove with his teeth.

I see the already long fangs elongating, my eyes closing has I feel his right hand pressing onto my most sensitive part in between my legs, over the fabric of the skirt I’m wearing. I look at him again. He is smirking and those insane eyes shining, the glove in between his lips.

- “Could you my dear? My hands are busy right now...”

I look at one hand that is travelling up my thigh, the bared one on the hem of my skirt.
My left hand goes to take it off, but he tills his head back, his laughter in my head.
- “No. No hands.”

I raise an eyebrow, my head sliding to his shoulder so I can eye him better, my mind grinning with mischief.

- But My Lord, what am I supposed to use but my hands to take it off?

I know exactly what he wants and I know I’m insane. This can’t be happening, but frankly... His upcoming hand cups my right breast and gives a small squeeze making me groan ... frankly I don’t care.

- “You know milady... I can read your mind.” - He smirks.

- That comes in handy no?

- “Terribly. The glove?”

Another squeeze on my breast. I look at his bared hand again, and it’s still on the hem of my skirt, his index finger sliding over it. I look at him again and he is looking at his hand too. I get closer, my mouth approaching the white glove and subsequently the lips it is between.

I open my mouth a little and grab the fabric in between my teeth giving a small pull. It doesn’t come off. And the little bastard is chuckling inside my mind.

- “Closer.”

I move closer and again my teeth surround the glove, almost touching his lips. Another pull. And again nothing but chuckles and a new purred order.

- “Closer”.

- “As you wish Master...” - I purr in my thoughts, knowing he can hear me.

A small glint of amusement on his red eyes shows me he did.
I get closer, turning my torso a little so that my side is to his front, my right hand setting on his left shoulder, for support.
I chuckle mentally, even with my movement, his right hand doesn’t leave my breast, that he his currently massaging.
My closed lips set on his and I suddenly open my mouth and rather briskly bite down on the glove, catching his lower lip in the process.

I hear him groan but not from pain... It sounds like... He liked it.

I relieve the pressure of my teeth on his lip and catch only the glove, my head moving back to take it off from between his teeth. He lets me do it. I open my mouth and the glove slides from my chin and between us.
And then I stare, his eyes darker now, almost half lidded, dazed glare glued to my mouth. His lower lip seems swelled. And I feel bad. My hand comes up to his lips but the hand that was on the hem of my skirt comes up and grabs me by the wrist, not letting me touch him. I look at my wrist and then at him. His expression has changed.

- Why are you feeling like that?

- Like what? – I ask, his dark eyes that were a minute ago full of lust now angered. He’s scaring me.

- Pity? Why pity?

- I bit you and your lip...

- Pain and pleasure come together my dear. A little bit of pain...

The thumb and index finger of his right hand squeeze my already hardened nipple painfully, making me groan.

- And a little bit of pleasure...

His hand lets go of my wrist and goes to the nape of my neck, bringing my lips to his.
He presses his lips against mine, the hand feeling like steel holding me in place as his tongue shots out and demands entrance.

I open my mouth and feel the slightly colder tongue plundering it hungrily. His fingers still rubbing pinching and teasing my nipple, sending waves of pleasure all through my body, but concentrating in between my legs, warming me up even more. I can feel myself getting wet, the hand on his shoulder going to the nape of his neck and entangling on the dark locks of raven hair.

He pulls me back almost harshly. I whimper my chest heaving, my eyes unfocused, almost eating his lips.

God I want more.

I lean to him again but his hand grabs my hair and pulls me back. I try again and again he pulls, harder now. I snarl at him, baring my teeth, like an animal, my hand pulling his head to me.

Trying to pull.

He doesn’t move.

I pull his hair, snarling at the same time. He closes his hand in a fist on the nape of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling it almost painfully. Snarling too, baring his fangs at me, his eyes shinning in a challenge and at the same time amusement.

I must be insane but this sight, this sight that for some might be horrific and terrifying, intense red gaze, fangs shining and the sound of his almost animalistic snarl only makes me hotter.

We stay like this for a while, battle of wills, no words spoken or thoughts exchanged. It is then I realise that his chest is heaving also. And that amazes me.
He pulls me closer to him again, his lips set on my ear.

- Old habits are very hard to get rid off...

I shudder at the sound of his husky voice, his lips touching my ear as he speaks.

- Loved the animalistic display milady...

His tongue again slithers out and licks my ear, his teeth then taking my earlobe between them. I can feel the fangs rubbing at the sides of my ear and the idea of those fangs piercing my neck make me shiver and my hand close on his hair again.

I inhale sharply when I feel him sucking my earlobe gently, his tongue occasionally licking it inside his mouth. I can feel his manhood pulsing against my thigh so, using my right leg, I push myself against him, rubbing him forcefully. He groans low in his throat, the pressure of his teeth on my earlobe gone, his parted lips letting small pants pass through them, and the breaths strangely warm, caressing my neck.

The hand on my neck goes down to my back and clasps on the fabric of my shirt as I continue to rub myself against him, in a steady rhythm. I can move my arm that was trapped in between us free and pass it around his midriff, under his opened shirt, using it to help me with the movements. My hand settles on the skin and caresses it tenderly. His body is hard and seems less cold now. I feel his other hand on the small of my back and also clenching at the fabric.

I lean my torso backwards a little, my head now free, so I am able to look at him.

His eyes are again half lidded, his face in a blissful expression, his eyebrows furrowing with each stronger rub, his parted lips, his heaving chest... But no sound.

I want to hear him groan.

My lips set on his forehead and again I lean back to look at him. His dark crimson eyes are staring at me, the small pants fading for I stopped rubbing myself against him. I feel like something is invading my mind as I look deep within his eyes. He’s trying to figure out what I want to do, so I divert my eyes to his lips.

- If you want to know what I am planning, why don’t you ask me? – My voice low in volume, hoarse in tone.

- Would you tell me if I asked? – He asked, on his lips a seductive smirk, his eyebrow raised.

I feel myself blushing as I lean to him, the hand on the nape of his neck going to his chin and pushing it so his ear is at my lips level. My hand leaves his chin and sets on his shoulder.

- I want to kiss your forehead, your nose...

My lips graze his skin while I talk. Yes it is cold, but not chilling. It is... excitingly and strangely nice.

- I want my lips to graze yours and then slip to your chin, my body slowly slipping down, as my mouth continues to kiss the small hole in between your collarbones. I want to kneel before you, my lips never leaving your skin, going down your torso until I get to your belly button where my tongue will dwell for as long as it takes for me to undo your belt...

My tongue makes its way over his ear, only the tip, tasting his skin. God, he tastes good... I breathe deeply, my breath caressing the skin and eliciting a small shudder from him. I smirk... I can believe him saying these things but I...

- My warm breath getting lower and lower, the zipper in between my teeth...

But I can’t help it... He makes me feel...

- Pulling it down as my hands set on each side of your inner thighs, moving up over your erection, freeing it from the fabric that keep it away from the touch of my hungry mouth...

He makes me feel... animalistic.

My voice is only a whisper, a breathless husky whisper.
I rub myself against him, gaining a small gasp, his manhood pulsating against me as I lick his neck, behind his ear, the hand on the small of my back pushing me against him.
His other hand slides under my buttocks, pushing me up, guiding me to knell on the couch, my legs opened and at each side of him, my front to his.

My hands set on his shoulders, still trying to stabilize myself when I feel his other hand sliding down. Now both of his big hands on my buttocks, squeezing them, his head coming down and pressing against my navel, his erratic breathing warming my skin over the fabric of my skirt, teasing.

- More... – The sound of his voice comes to my ears muffled, and I feel his lips caressing the curly elevation over the skirt as he speaks. The combination of both making my core contract on its own, delighted. He likes this... verbal stimulation...

- I want to kiss the hard tip, as my hands rise to your chest, my fingers dwelling over your nipples... pinching and teasing... until they stand up in attention like the pulsating manhood my tongue is now flavouring...

I feel his hands now sliding down and then up, under my skirt, that is already pushed up due to my position, his fingers wrapping around the top of my underwear and pulling it down, his breathing getting faster, adorning my body with goosebumps.
His left index passes over the side of my thigh hard and I feel a slight pain where it passed, making me gasp and squeeze his shoulders.

I can still feel the lingering pain and also my underwear sliding on its own. I feel something sliding from the place his index passed, but I don’t even have time to think about what it is: he pushes his slightly open mouth against me again...

I can feel the fangs over the fabric, and the now, I bet intentionally, hard but slow pants grazing the smooth and wet flesh through the fabric. He inhales deeply, his exhale shaky and accompanied by a soft purr that makes me shudder, my hands clench harder on his shoulders, his hands going up over the sides of my tights, his thumbs going under the fabric of the skirt but stopping.

- More...

I hear his hoarse grunt like voice again, demanding, commanding... arousing. I feel him sliding on the couch, but I continue, my eyes closing as I feel him lifting my skirt, exposing my womanhood to his eyes.

- I will revel in its taste, my tongue licking its whole length, from the base to the tip and then devour it, take it into my mouth as far as I can, my tongue pressing onto it inside my mouth...

My head snaps back.

Gasp and moan.

My hands bury themselves on his hair, turning into fists full of the raven and silky locks.

My hips buck towards him, my nipples hurting from the intense arousal.

And my wet core pulses mad against his tongue.

Yessss....

I can feel the cold fangs on my skin, and his tongue shooting out from his mouth and over my folds, the first attack fast. Then his tongue got lazy, teasing me, making more and more whispering moans escape my lips with no control whatsoever, as his tongue takes its sweet time to lick every fold, unnervingly avoiding contact with the throbbing knob that begs for attention.

I don’t know what my body is doing; it’s already out of my control... I can feel my hips, suddenly acquiring a will of their own, and bucking faster, trying to get his tongue to where all my tension is concentrated.

Gradually I can feel something surrounding me, like a thousand feathers caressing all my exposed skin. I feel his left hand leaving the small of my back and I get scared. I’m going to fall! My head goes up, my eyes snap open and I see a dark fog all around us. I am about to scream when an expert flick of his tongue and a sudden cold and strange feeling invades me, overwhelming my senses. I scream, yes, but not from fear. I lost all the capability to reason.

“What is he doing...”

I feel myself filled with coldness, pushing inside and then outside, rhythmic motions that my hips imitate. He can’t be... What is this? One of my hands leave his hair and goes back.
His thigh, my hand sets and it’s his thigh... That means that...

- “Yes milady. I am. It is. My tongue tastes all of you... My tongue is buried deep inside you, beyond your folds... I can feel your muscles contracting on it; your warmth surrounding it, your taste is making my erection grow harder, pushing the fabric of my pants... Your smell, oh... the smell of your arousal...”

I bite my lower lip and my head falls back, my throat only able to let the moans escape. An increase in the rhythm makes me grab his hair harder; my other hand joining the other one, and pushing his face against me, my body supported by the strange shadows. I can fell his tongue flicking, on the top inside of me and I scream again, my whole body arching. My back aches and I know it’s coming...

- “ I only wonder...”

His voice inside my head, hoarse, full of desire, making incontrollable shivers, go up and down my spine, as I feel what I can only describe as tongues sliding under my shirt, under my brassiere and licking my breasts, my nipples...

– “How it will feel when I penetrate you. My erection is begging for it, to impale you, to slide my whole length inside you as my tongue is doing right now. To thrust against you, hard, to fill every inch of your warmth, making you moan and scream my name. I can feel it pulsating, eager to enter, harshly, my pelvis crashing against yours. Harder and faster... Until you feel like your whole body will snap under me...”

His hands on my buttocks squeeze them almost painfully, yet that pain is little compared to the pleasure that invades me. Oh my God... It’s... I’m almost... there...

- Don’t... don’t fucking stop... – I can hear my voice but barely recognize the low animal grunt.

Suddenly I feel his tongue leaving me, sliding over my clitoris almost teasingly. I whimper and feel my back being slammed against the couch, my breath leaving my lungs in the impact, sexual frustration invading me.

God I just want to kill him.

I feel his weight over me and I open my eyes to encounter his own looking at me, his tongue licking his lips slowly. My teeth clench in anger and I snarl at him, my eyes narrow. If looks could kill... He smirks deviously, rubbing himself against me, his hands grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head, pulling himself up, his lips setting on my ear.

My whole body shivers, with the sexual tension and with awareness of his body rubbing against mine. His naked body... His clothes are gone. I can feel his erection pulsating, the tip slightly pushing the wet and throbbing entrance but not entering. I can feel his muscled tights touching the inside of mine.

- Didn’t you word that wrong milady?

God, his voice almost makes me cum on its own.

- Don’t fucking stop... Didn’t you mean...

His tone gets darker and lower, his lips pressing on my ear.

- Don’t stop fucking...?

I gasp at his last sentence, my body reacting to the words shamelessly.
He lifts his head and I see a knowing smirk on his lips, his eyes burning into mine. And this, combined with the tension makes anger rise inside me.

- Bastard. – I hiss at him, my hands trying to break free, but failing miserably; his grip is just too goddamned strong.

His hips move in circular motions, his thighs rubbing the insides of mine and the tip of his manhood teasing my swollen knob. My eyes close and my lips part, as my legs do too instinctively. I think I moaned.
I can feel his chuckle rumbling in his chest and I look at him.

- You liked it didn’t you? Hearing me say that...

Again anger rises.

- You sick fuck... I hate you...

He bares his fangs at me, menacing growl.
And fear consumes me. He seemed to like that, for his expression changed and he resumed his circular motions, again his tip stimulating me.

- Do you milady? Hate me?

His left hand leaves my wrists, but even so I can’t break my hands free; his big hand is enough to keep them imprisoned. His hand circles my breast over the fabric of my shirt and give it a small squeeze, his thumb and index pinching my nipple and eliciting a moan from me.

- It doesn’t sound you do draga mea... – He purrs, his mouth covering mine and attempting a forced entrance.

I clench my teeth together again, trying to fight the feelings inside me. Damn, he’s not real, this is a dream, I should be in control! I feel his fangs pressing against my lips, his tongue sliding on the inside of my upper lip, the hand on my thigh snaking between us. I feel it brushing my core and the rubbing becomes more intense. He is using his hand to help the rubbing of his erection on me, and to prevent the entrance.

- I am as real as you feel me milady... Give yourself, lower your barriers...

His lips move against mine, his hand leading his tip inside me, just a little, teasing. I can feel a moan rumbling in my chest, but my teeth are still clenched.

- You know you want to... Loose control... Be possessed... Tell me you want to... Your smell is telling me that, your warmth, the warmth of your inviting lips... But I want you to tell me... I want you to beg for it...

- No... – I hiss at him. I am real. I am in control... My hips buck up on their own. Damn, who the hell am I kidding? I want him god damn it...

- Just say it... – He purrs, his tongue tracing my shivery and swollen lips.

- I want you... – I whimper, my eyes closed.

The hand comes up and grabs my chin harshly.

- Look at me. – Low commanding voice.

I open my eyes to look in the ruby depth of his.

- Say it. Looking at me. Say it. I want to see the desperation in your eyes. I want to see the desire that your body is feeling reflected in your beautiful emerald eyes. Beg.

I fall in a trance like state looking at him, hearing that husky voice, the voice of temptation. And the words seem to get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth.

His hand goes down, over my neck, over my collar, the index fingernail tracing it and then pressing hard on my skin and in a swift move it goes down, ripping my clothes and my skin in the process, making me gasp in pain and... pleasure?

Oh my God...

I feel something like a cold rope wrapping around my wrists, his still gloved hand coming down, as his body also slides down, his face close to my navel, his gloved fingers entering me slowly as I feel his tongue sliding over the throbbing skin of my navel, making my back arch and a groan escape me.

I look down and panic; I have a cut that begins in between my breasts and comes all the way down to my navel, right above the curly mountain of hair that precedes my entrance. He looks at me, and smirks at the fear in my eyes, his cold silky gloves fingers entering me and exiting, his tongue now lapping at the blood, a purr emerging from him.

His fingers stop their ministration, making me reach a state of pure despair. I can sense his pleasure as I see him closing his eyes from the taste of my blood, purring, grunting and groaning against my skin.

- Please...

His eyes snap open, burning into my pleading ones. I don’t care what he is, I just...

- I want you... Please...

His tongue commences going up my skin, slowly, his gloved hand cupping my breast, his left one grabbing the edge of the couch, my hands still trapped over my head.
I feel his body rubbing against mine, as his lapping tongue licks every little bit of blood, healing my wound, making my body almost hurt of arousal.

- I feel like I am going to explode... Please... I want to feel you... inside me... Please...

My voice is a whimpering breathless desperate whisper. I feel his tip on my entrance and close my eyes again, but he lifts his body and again a whimper escapes my lips, my begging eyes looking into his, his abnormally long tongue licking the last drop of blood in between my breasts, and then sliding inside his mouth again.

- Please... Alu...

Scream.

- ALUCARD!!!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and a grunt like moan, red eyes shinning like fire, as I feel myself invaded by pulsing hardness. My wrists battle against the strange rope, as I fell him backing up and then thrusting again inside me, almost hurting me, his hands going to my buttocks, lifting me as he backs up and again enters.

Oh paradise...

Oh heaven...

Oh hell...

His head falls to me, his nose nuzzling my neck. His pants and groans purred over my skin.

- Pain and pleasure... Doesn’t it feel marvellous? How does it feel milady? How does it feel to have me inside of you?

The rope unwraps itself and my hands go to his head, burying in his hair, the vocalizations of pleasure again filling the room. Animal growls and I don’t know to whom they belong.

The only thing I can concentrate on is the feeling I am experiencing. His manhood entering and exiting me, the licks on my neck and the occasional little bites that I know to draw blood. Blood that he licks carefully, making his moans stronger and louder, these same moans making me buck faster, my hands scratching his shoulders and his toned back.

My eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure, from the desire finally being satisfied, feeling his skin against mine, his lips sucking on the newly made bite, the swoon of his feeding driving me mad.

His tongues sliding everywhere, his head coming down to bite down on my breasts and licking, the fangs scratching over my skin, little pricks of pain. His teeth encircling my nipple and flipping the hard flesh with his tongue, my legs around his waist, pushing me against him.

I am possessed by lust.

- So warm and tight milady... Oh it’s better then I thought... feeling you squeeze me within your walls.

I almost don’t understand what he is saying. His voice so hoarse, the words coming in between pants, his half lidded eyes looking at me full of lust that I bet that mine also reflect, before he takes my lips again in another mad kiss.

His fangs cutting my lips, his purring inside my mouth, my own tongue feeling the metallic taste of my blood, his tongue lapping every bit of it and groaning, his thrusts lingering like he his trying to make it last. But I am so close... So close...

My legs around his waist, helping me set the pace, my growling becoming stronger, my body moving madly in search of the ultimate feeling.
I bite down on his tongue, making him groan and break the kiss, from my now free lips a hiss.

- Faster.

I see him smile at me, his fangs showing, my own eyes shinning intensely. My hand goes to his hair and pulls it back.

- FASTER! – I snarl loudly.

- As my lady commands... – He purrs, in a mocking tone.

I am about to scream at him, or bite whatever I can get my teeth on when I feel him backing up and entering again fast and hitting the very bottom of me. His thrusts stronger, faster, harder, pain and pleasure all intertwined and making me scream, moan, growl along with him, feeling his breath on my face and his forehead set on mine, his forearms at each side of me.

And suddenly I feel my whole body contracting, a hoarse scream leaving my chest, as my back arches, pushing my body against his, my eyes almost hurting from being rolled back, my fisted hands pummelling whatever they can find in their way.

- Yes milady. Yes draga mea. Scream, Scream my name! – He snarls as he gives one final thrust, his own back arching, his growl almost like a wolf’s howl, as my own growl fills the room with his.

- A...LU...CARD!!!

His arms wrap themselves around me, the palms of his hands on my shoulder blades, hugging me. My breasts smashed against his rock solid chest, my own arms around his neck, both our bodies still spasming from the release.

My legs fall from his waist, my fingers caressing his back now, my parted lips grazing his ear, the tip of my tongue licking it slowly, as I feel his heaving chest gradually stop, the little pants fading.

His lips set on my shoulder, and I feel his still amazingly hard manhood pulse inside of me. I contract my walls against him and again he pulses. I chuckle and do it again, feeling his lips kissing my shoulder softly and again the pulsating feeling.

- Are you trying to arouse me again milady? – He purrs against my skin, his lips smirking, I can feel it.

I contract again, chuckling.

- You seem to be aroused still my lord... – Another squeeze.

He chuckles, biting my shoulder playfully, his arms sliding from beneath me, his forearms setting again at each side of me, his eyes searching mine.
My eyes half lidded, my hair over one of them as a smile spreads on my lips.
His face close to mine, his eyes, those fascinating red eyes seem to smile, a seductive smirk on his lips...

Damn he is beautiful...

His hand comes up and brushes the hair out from my face, his face coming down and his lips setting ever so slightly over my own. It was a soft kiss, his tongue licking mine slowly and carefully, lovingly, his hand cupping my face, thumb caressing my cheekbone.

I feel a sudden sadness clench at my heart. Something is wrong.
My arms start loosing their strength around his neck. I am trying to hold him, but even my eyes seem to be getting heavier. I try to open them, but I can’t. I feel his lips parting mine, his tongue sliding over them, and his lips grazing over mine again, as he whispers:

- Pe curand iubita mea cu ochii de smarald...

And then darkness enveloped me.


My eyes open slowly.

I blink a couple of times, and lift myself, sitting.

I’m home.

I look outside and see that it’s night already.
Suddenly everything comes to my mind and I look around anxiously. No one’s here.
I look at my clothes. Intact.

I fall back on the couch, moaning.

Another freaking dream. My hand goes to my strangely swollen lips. Damn, it looked so real. More then the others. It felt so real... He felt so real... So goddamned real that my body is still sore...

I sigh, leaning forward, my face setting on my hands, my elbows over my knees.
I hear my phone ringing so I get up fast, my legs complaining. I frown. Damn. If all the dreams start being like this from now on, they will kill me one of these days.
I slowly walk to the hallway and take the cell phone, flipping it open.

- Finally!

Jack.

- Good Evening for you too hun. – I say playfully.

He laughs on the other side.

- Sorry sweetheart, it’s just that I was getting worried.

- Worried? – I frown, my hand going to my thigh. Damn, it’s hurting... I pull the skirt up and pass my hand over it. Strange. I look at it. I have a cut there... Oh God... how the hell..?

- Yes, I have been trying to call you for the last three hours or so, but your cell phone was dead! Did the battery run out again?

What the fuck...? I didn’t turn off the cell! I look at the couch and see something under it. A white piece of cloth. My eyes widen.

- Hun?

Jack’s voice comes to me, worried.

- Oh.. yeah Jack... It ran out and I put it charging and just turned it on... – I stutter, still eyeing the piece of white cloth.

- Is everything ok hun? – Again concern in his voice. – Do you want me to come over?

- No. Everything is alright. Err... what about your family, is everything ok?

- Yes... But... It was the strangest thing... I was going to go to your place to wait for you, when my mother calls, saying that she needed to speak with me and then she hang up. I went there, a one hour drive as you know; trying to call her from time to time, but the signal was dead. And when I got there she says she doesn’t remember calling me!

I feel my eyes getting even wider.

- Really?

- Yes. – A sigh from him. – I’m getting worried about her. Maybe she needs a check up... She’s not getting any younger.

- Yeah, you’re right... – I reply, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall in place.

- So hun, want me to got there?

I flip the light switch and look at the watch.

- No dear, it’s late, I’m tired, and you should be too. He’ll see each other tomorrow.

- How does Italian sound?

- Great. At eight?

- I’ll pick you up at seven thirty, ok?

- It’s a date! – I say, trying to sound excited. I just want to hang up and see if that under the couch is what I think it is...

- I love you hun. – I hear his voice, sweet tone. – See you tomorrow then.

- Me too Jack. Sleep well...

I don’t know if he answered, because I closed the cell and gently put it over the bench.

I gulp; my legs had seemingly grown roots to the floor.

I breathed in shakily going to the couch and kneeling, my hand going under it.

I grab something silky in between my fingers, my forehead setting on the couch, my eyes closing, feeling the cold and silky fabric, my heart racing madly inside my chest.

I didn’t remember falling asleep after I got home.

My whole body is sore, even my lips feel swollen.

But my clothes are intact.

- Maybe it’s just a satin handkerchief... – I whisper, although I know quite well I don’t have any.

The call from Jack’s mother, sending him away for at least two hours.

She, not remembering it.
My cell phone conveniently dead.

The cut on my thigh, right where I felt when we were... Oh shit. It can’t be...

I pull my hand and set it on my lap, palm up. I open my closed eyes. And there it is. A white glove.
A multitude of feelings fill my heart and suddenly his last words echo in my mind.

-“Pe curand iubita mea cu ochii de smarald...”

I get up and almost run to the little office, turning the computer on. I log on the net, and google Romanian translators.

I type the words and wait for the translation page to open up.

My eyes read and re read the words, a smile spreading over my lips.

\"See u soon my lover with the emerald eyes…\"