A/N: Based on a dream I had, written at 3 am this morning, so let me know what you think- and please be easy with the flaming.
Dream Lover:
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. My mouth was dry and felt as if I hadn't drank for days. My throat was burning with the need to scream out my fear and frustration. But what was one to do at a time like this? Hands wrapped around my waist, while hot wet lips touched my neck tenderly. My dreams were coming true yet again. Maybe it was all just a horrible dream. Wait, this had to be a nightmare, more or less...
Warm tongue cascaded down the back of my neck and bare upper back. My pale skin was prickling with goose bumps. I glared at my reflection in the mirror. Alas, nothing was behind me, only darkness and my black light filling the void of empty shadows. Yes, only a fucking dream. My chest moved up and down heavily, as if I had to catch my breath, but the lips kept kissing my skin... slowly going down.
At the dip of my lower back, the lips retreated and the hands turned me around. The sweet, soft lips touched my stomach gingerly and begin to work their way down. I closed my eyes, tightly; fear destroying what was left of my crushed voice box. A scream escaped my slightly open lips. One of the hands quickly went over my mouth, shushing me with harsh scratches. Tiny warmth began to grow in-between my legs then, and I shrieked inside the confines of the strong hand.