Only in her dreams would she allow herself to be free. Free from rules. Free from expectations. Free from the world. And only in her dreams would he visit her. His hands caressed her leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She gloried in his embrace. Reveled in his eyes.
Ceit walked the floor of her one bedroom flat that night. Alone. As usual. She craved the touch of a man. Her man. But he had become a dream really. Someone to hold in her dreams. She wished with all of her being that he would materialize right there in her living room. But alas, such was her luck. All that showed up was her Siamese cat, Charm.
"Well I guess it's you and me again." She said, scratching Charm behind her ears. Charm purred her acknowledgement, jumped off the couch and pranced to the bedroom. Ceit looked around the forlorn living room and sighed heavily as she turned off the lamp. She padded back to the bedroom where Charm had already made herself comfortable on the pillows.
"What should I wear tonight? The pink or the blue hmmm?" Ceit asked the mirror behind her door. She held a pale pink lace teddy with matching G-string up to her face. Then she held an ice blue silk nighty that was sheer.
She turned to Charm and asked, "Which do you prefer?"
Charm meowed and pawed the air. "I agree with you. Definitely the blue." Besides, she thought wryly, might as well look good for myself.
She dressed for the night then padded to the bed. The thick shag carpet silenced her footsteps. She lifted the window behind the headboard and smelled the rainy air. The rush of air caused her attire to cling to her curvaceous body. Her nipples stood erect and she moaned surprised at how aroused she was. Her hands drifted from her neck downward barely brushing her ample breasts, tracing a scorching line to her womanhood. She knew she was wet; she could smell the honeycombed scent. She sighed and climbed into bed to be alone with her dreams.
Her dreams were fitful that night. She tossed and turned, thrashing wildly at the sheets. Charm had long since given in to the notion that her master was crazy and mad her bed elsewhere. Ceit woke moaning his name. Or at least she thought she was awake. Because he stood in the doorway, bare chest clad only in jeans. His long muscular arms above his head; his fingers resting on the doorframe. The moon provided just enough light for her to see him. But she didn't need any light. Not really. Because she knew what he looked like right down to the freckle below his right nipple.
Okay, I'm dreaming, she told herself. But even as she pinched her leg and winced at the pain she knew she was awake.
"How", she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "did you get in?"