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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 forest�could 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 right�could 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 resting�consuming 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 she�the 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 else�something 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.
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