A Dream About You? (standard:other, 5423 words)
Author: The St. John Lady	Added: Jan 28 2009	Views/Reads: 3065/1996	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I just can't help but dream of you. You ignite my passionate fire and make me feel things I was not prepared for. The nights I have wished I could tell you how I feel, the days I have wished you felt the same!

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there on the end of my arms; not really sure where to go. In your case 
I suspect that it is more the case of not wanting to be anything but a 
gentleman towards me, see even in my dreams you are the ever-thoughtful 
gentleman! Eventually though both our hands settle upon the other's 
body, one of my hands in the back of your hair and the other would be 
softly stroking your cheek. 

You would have your hands on my waist, slowly pulling me closer to you;
not caring that we are in a packed bar on a Saturday night or that our 
colleagues have been struck into silence. Your hands would softly 
caress my sides, alerting me to the fact you did not want to stop; of 
course I would not stop you... I was; am in love with you, why would I 
want to stop you? Finally after what seems like forever we break away, 
instantly I know you are feeling the passion and arousal; much the same 
as I myself am feeling. To this day I will never understand how I can 
actually taste your kisses, maybe it is because I have been close to 
kissing your lips... whatever the reason I do not know if I will ever 
experience anything so emotional in my life. 

Within seconds of our lips parting I am feeling like a lovesick teenager
once more, but this time I know you are feeling the same. Neither of us 
really talking just grinning like the cat that got the cream, standing 
there in silence and not realising that our colleagues and most the bar 
are now watching us intently. Suddenly we can feel their eyes upon us 
and much like me you begin to feel a little embarrassed by it all, 
there is a look in your eyes that I quickly understand. And taking my 
hand in yours and we quickly head out of the bar and to your car, in 
the clubs car park. 

The second we leave the bar we are laughing, this becomes even louder as
we soon realise that the rain; which was only spitting before is now 
falling heavily. Even though your car is nearby we get soaked and are 
soon almost in fits of laughter as we reach the comfort of your dry 
car, sliding into the back seat almost without thinking. Even though we 
are attracted to each other, I know that I do not have to worry about 
you being a gentleman in the back seat. Besides we are too busy 
laughing to actually notice where we are, by the time we have we are 
already in a more than slightly intimate position; with our arms around 
each other and our lips so close I can still taste you. 

As I toy with my drink I am almost unaware of everything else in the
bar, enjoying where my dreams take me too much. I do not notice the 
“scuffle” that is taking place across the bar from me and I do not see 
you walking into the bar either, the only thing I am acutely aware of 
is the letter in my hands still. As my dream takes me where it will I 
continue to blankly stare at the letter in my hands, almost unaware 
that you have smiled at me; but strangely though I have seemingly 
smiled back. As you head for my side the kerfuffle seems to sweep you 
along with it, which is the moment I become aware of you fully; leaving 
my dreams behind for a moment or two. As I begin to watch you I notice 
things I would not have normally seen. 

As you play peacemaker I cannot help smile at your calming nature, you
are such a gentleman that it would be only a matter of time before I 
fall for you. There are a couple and the guy was seemingly getting 
rather abusive towards his female companion, I can see that you are 
intent on defending her honour and will not allow her to be bullied or 
pushed around. I watch as you do the “calm down” gesture to the guy and 
smile towards the woman, there are other staff around and they take 
your lead and help to calm things down. As you all talk, my mind takes 
me back to my dreams; thankful that I have a few moments to still enjoy 
them. 

There is a moment between us in the back of your car that neither of us
could mistake; there is a softness in your eyes and smile that says all 
we need to say. Softly you caress my cheek, pulling me close softly as 
we kiss once more. The passion is hard to deny as the moment takes us 
where it will, neither of us seem sure about where we will end up; just 
that it will never be wrong. Even though the passion between us is on a 
high, I know that there is no pressure upon me to spend the night with 
you. I guess that is one of the things I love about you, I never feel 
like I HAVE TO do anything with you. 

“Hey Nicky, are you okay?” Your words bring me from my dream, although I
may want to continue with it I am glad you are there. Smiling back, I 
nod and tell you I am fine. I somehow manage to hold a fairly decent 
conversation with you, talking as if we have known each other for years 
instead of the six or so months we have done. While we are talking I 
never think about you in that way, not sure why; maybe I do actually 
want to talk with you! However, as soon as there is a decent amount 
(just what IS a decent amount anyway) of silence between us; my mind 
wanders very quickly back to my dream. 

Very quickly I find myself in the backseat of your car once more and
again we are passionately kissing, the image of it is so strong and 
powerful I am certainly you can read my mind; and as I blush deeply I 
know that it will not be long before you find me out. I can feel your 
tender touch on my thighs and then on my waist, I can feel the softness 
of your beard as your lips send my emotions spiralling almost out of 
control. The strength of these feelings are almost as if you were 
actually doing them to me, it was so clear that I had to secretly pinch 
myself to make sure it was a dream. I knew I should speak and try to 
clear my mind, but truth was that it felt just too good to stop 
thinking about you. 

I must have been blushing so much that as soon as you had noticed I
could sense the change in you and your smile, you are now studying me 
so intently I can feel your eyes upon me; if I did not know you better 
I would have said undressing me with those sexy blue eyes. But of 
course I do know better, I know that in reality my dreams can never 
come to light; and I guess that is what ultimately made my mind up to 
go. In my dreams you have pulled back for a moment and are softly 
caressing my cheek, your eyes intently looking deep into my own. In 
reality you have been watching me intently, you had already noticed the 
letter in my hands and how I cannot stop toying with it. 

“My pretty Angel...” You softly whisper, it sounds so real to me; almost
as if you have spoken to me in reality. And this is where my reality 
and dreams seem to blur together, for a split second I can only stare 
blankly at you; saying nothing that will give me away. But the one 
thing I am aware of is that you have taken the letter from me and being 
to read its contents, within seconds the thoughts that have haunted me 
so long come flooding back to me. 

“Please...” Is all I can say, though truth be told I have no idea what I
am actually asking you to do. With one soft smile I know that it is 
alright, I suddenly feel a calmness washing over me; nodding I turn my 
attention back to my thoughts. 

Although I am in the back seat of your car and staring into your eyes my
mind places me somewhere altogether different, we are stood in the 
Guildhall; in front of our family and friends about to pledge our 
eternal love for one another. Thoughts of our first night flash though 
my mind, it was warm loving and passionate to say the least. Pictures 
of the first time we met each others families are joined by the first 
time I went to the football with you as your partner, I can still see 
the look upon Stonhill's face as I walked into the room on your arm; it 
was as if he was jealous and regretful that he let me go. 

I can see the many nights we had laughed in my mind, how you called me
every day and never once let me go without a loving hug and kiss every 
time we had to go anywhere. I can see our first Christmas together and 
how you made it the best time ever, even your first gift to me has me 
almost in tears; you always said it was nothing but it meant everything 
to me. But as my mind has me stood waiting to marry the man of my 
dreams my mind is still focusing upon the moment you asked me to marry 
you, as I would have expected it; you made it perfect. 

We had been seeing each other for six months and in your mind it was six
months too long, you would always say you knew you wanted to marry me 
the first moment you laid eyes upon me; in truth I would have married 
you then if you had asked. You had invited me to the clubs Christmas 
do, held at Fawsley Hall in Daventry. It was not our first night away 
together but it was certainly one of the most important, it was our 
first time away with the club as a couple. I knew right from the moment 
we stepped out of the car that you had something in mind, it was as if 
you were mentally taking note of everything; making sure it was what 
you wanted. 

For a split second I hear you sigh out loud deeply, making me all too
well aware that you had understood my letter. As my mind is brought 
abruptly from my dream back to reality I can tell by the look in your 
eye that you are torn, I know you want to be the nice kind gentleman 
that I respect you for; but I also know you have no choice but to tell 
me to leave you alone. 

“Nicky...” Is all you can say as you sigh deeply, looking away for a
moment as I lower my head; not wanting to see my already sealed fate 
coming true. I know that if I stay much longer my tears will start to 
fall, I also know I will not be able to stop them from falling. I want 
to think about my dream, I want to pretend like everything is alright 
and you are with me; of course I know this is far from the actual 
truth. 

My heart is already breaking as I hear you sigh deeply again, I know
that it will not hold out for much longer. So I take the best course of 
action I can and run, mumbling some sort of apology I rush for the 
exit; no looking back as my tears begin to fall. I never thought I 
would be going though this pain again, I always thought I would have 
learnt with the Stonhill thing; but of course the moment I began to 
think about you in that way I knew this was on the cards. I had only 
just got outside and round the corner before my tears began to flow 
thick and fast, sinking to my knees I never saw you stood there 
watching me; the only time I was aware was when your arms pulled me 
close into that solid frame of yours. Instantly you felt my body 
tighten with fear, and almost as instantly you soothed my fears away; 
softly stroking my hair and shushing my tears. 

“It's okay sweetheart, its okay...” You softly say, seemingly not
wanting to let go of me. There is a comfortable silence between us that 
I was not prepared for, I was not planning on you being so; well nice! 
But in truth that was all you wasn't it? That is the one thing more 
than anything else that I loved about you, you were ~ are such a nice 
guy. Trust you to be so bloody nice about me falling for you! I thought 
to myself, trying not to snort out loud as I tried to keep my laughing 
inside. I was torn inside, part of me wanting to talk about things but 
part of me just wanting to stay like this and get back to my dreams. 

When the silence continued, I assumed you had given me the choice to
talk or not; so talking the opportunity handed to me I settled down 
further into your arms and went back into my dreams for as long as I 
could. Your eyes say so much as we continue to just look into each 
other's eyes, but I can tell that your mind is somewhere lost in a 
dream; just like my own. My mind takes me back to the first night of 
the party, we had dance and laughed all night; neither wanting that 
night to ever end. I could tell that you had something on your mind as 
each time I made a move to head back to our room you found an excuse to 
wait a little while, at first I assumed it was nerves on your part; 
until the moment you asked I had no idea you were about to ask me to 
marry you. 

After what seemed like the fiftieth time of trying to go back to our
room, I had to say something to you. It was expected and I should have 
known by the look in your eyes what you were planning, as you watched 
me launch into this speech I was not prepared to give you would be 
trying not to burst out laughing. 

“... so come on, out with it; what's the matter?” I say as I watch you
give up all hope and begin to laugh uncontrollably, holding you sides 
as you see my face change. 

“What is it, what's so funny?” I ask, almost pleading with you to let me
in on your secret. I see you take a deep breath, as if you were 
planning what to say; then looking into my eyes you sigh and speak. 

“Marry me please? I love you.” Although I am shocked, I can tell by the
look in your eye that you are serious. 

Within moments I too have joined in your laughter, holding my sides to
ease the stitch I know is about to form. I want to tease you back but 
the look in your eyes makes that impossible, smiling softly I turn and 
head back to our room; you must know my answer is certain to be yes as 
you follow without question. Within seconds of the door closing to our 
room your lips were upon mine in the most passionate of kisses, the 
kisses seemed to not only blend into one another but also astound me. I 
am not sure if your kisses were to convince me or because you thought I 
may say no, (can't say no if your mouth is full can you) but whatever 
the reason I am so taken away by them that I can literality feel my 
legs giving way underneath me. 

In my mind I can see the night progressing, your soft tender touch
slowly creating a whirlwind of emotions that I would never be able to 
deny. Your kisses delighting me and awakening something in me I thought 
had long since died; it was something that would stay with me forever 
and in reality too! I would always be totally overwhelmed by the very 
real dream like emotions of that night, they would be that much 
stronger than any other I had or will ever experience in my life. 

“Yes by the way Tony, the answer is yes!” I finally manage to say as you
are poised to enter me and make my possession complete, smiling there 
is no need for any further words as you slowly fill me to the hilt; 
loving where these moments are taking us. 

“Nicky... are you okay sweetheart?” Your voice is soft warm and tender,
I can tell instantly that your words are genuine. I pull back slightly 
allowing my head to leave the safe confines of your chest, all I can do 
is shrug my shoulders. I want to say something; anything but I know the 
words will not come out, I try but they get stuck in the back of my 
throat. In a moment of sheer clarity, my dreams become my reality; as 
you gently take my face into your big strong hands. 

“It is okay sweetheart, I know... I have always known.” Was all I needed
to hear from you, your ever-soothing voice quelling a fear I never saw 
until it had gone. 

One moment I am trying not to cry, the next my soul is being soothed by
your soft touch on my cheeks. Without another word you quickly but 
gently move forward and close the gap between our lips, after a seconds 
hesitation your lips claim my own in the most tender of kisses. It does 
not take me long to get lost in the moment and kiss you back, there is 
a longing desire in your kiss that even I am aware of. Our passionate 
moment seems to last forever, your hands softly caressing my waist as 
you pull me gently closer to you. I am almost clinging to you as one of 
my hands is gripping onto the lapel of your jacket, while my other hand 
is softly stroking your cheek. 

In my mind I am torn between thinking about your kisses and my dream,
reality now completely blurred with fantasy. In my dream we are 
tenderly making love, wrapt in each other's love and passion. Our 
bodies are entwined, the passion we are experiencing is taking my 
breath away. In reality your kisses are setting my soul on fire, making 
me more than a little aware that you do not want to stop. In my dream 
we have both reached the point of no return, as you move quicker inside 
of me now; I wrap my quivering body to yours tighter. As we come 
together in an explosion of emotions I call out your name, hearing you 
do the same as you tell me you love me. 

As the realness of your words hit me I begin to cry, not because you
have hurt me but because I never thought anyone could love me as much. 
In reality I had no idea that my tears had begun to fall again, the 
first real clue I have is when you pull away suddenly; looking at me 
with concern. For a moment I am unaware, as well as confused by the 
blurred lines of reality and fantasy. 

“Sweetheart?” Is all you need to say as I softly smile and go to wipe my
tears, stopping me you dry my tears as you softly caress my cheeks. 

“I.. I... I love you!” I finally manage to say, still not one hundred
per cent sure if I am doing let alone saying the right thing. But as 
you softly smile and pull me closer into your tender embrace, any fears 
I have all disappear. 

“I know, I have always known sweetheart.” You begin to say as I bury my
head into your chest, allowing my tears to soak through your shirt. 

“Baby girl, the feelings are more than mutual...” You continue to say,
feeling my body stiffen in your arms; you know your next words need to 
be clear. 

“I love you Nicky, I have done for a long time...” You say softly,
tenderly kissing the top of my head; praying that I will relax into 
your arms. 

“Tony?” Is all I can say as I lift my head slightly, trying to
understand what you have just told me. 

Softly caressing my cheek you sigh deeply, looking into my eyes as you
smile. There is a look in them that tells me you mean what you say, 
there is something in them that says I need not be scared anymore. I 
can tell you want to say something, but when it doesn't come I begin to 
wonder if telling you how I felt was a good idea. Within seconds any 
fear that may have been coming back is quickly put to rest as you kiss 
me once more, this time there is a hunger and desire even I am aware 
of; I know that you want me as much as I want you. 

“What do you think Nicky?” Staring at Pete and Trisha blankly for a few
moments I realise I have just missed pretty much the first half of the 
football, forty five minutes of a match that was; if the score line was 
anything to go by, exciting... and I missed it. 

“Huh?” I manage to say, as I try to clear my head and find something;
anything to take my mind off you. 

“I said what do you think about helping me with this web article, what's
wrong with you?” Pete said he smiled, seemingly aware that my mind had 
been elsewhere. 

“Erm, yeah sure thing...” I say, trying not to blush; thankful that you
are not there to make things worse. 

“I am sure that your Director friends could help you out too, what do
you think Mr. Clarke?” Pete said, looking past me and not seeing how my 
jaw dropped; oh how I wish the ground would open up wide and swallow me 
whole! I am afraid to turn round and face you, I know that the moment I 
do you will see my desire through my eyes; I was not sure if I was 
ready for that yet. 

“I would be only too happy to help; Nicky knows I would do anything for
her...” Your honest words warm my soul as I slowly turn to face you, 
trying to smile. All my mind can think about is how not to break the 
seemingly collected exterior I have, while my heart is seemingly doing 
cartwheels and somersaults inside of me. 

What happens, in reality takes only a few moments; but seems to take a
lifetime for me. The second I catch your smiling eyes, I know that you 
can see through my act. As your eyes study me I can tell by the change 
in your own eyes that you have understood, and in that split second I 
know my fate is already sealed; I know that I have no other choice left 
open to me now but to run. And just as I am about to turn away and 
accept that my life is over, you do something that is not only strange 
but also very out of character. 

You wink at me as you begin to explain just why you would do anything
for me, not only shocking anyone that would listen but also myself. 

“Nicky knows how much I think of her, don't you sweetheart?” As I sort
of try and answer, you can tell by my struggling that you should 
continue. 

“You must know by now that I love you Nicky?” You said matter-of-factly,
as if it was no big deal. Had I had a drink in my hands, it would now 
be all over the floor. Pretty much like my, and those around us jaws 
were. 

I had to pinch myself to check to see if I was dreaming again, when I
realised I was not all I could do was stand there and stare blankly at 
you; it was all so surreal and like something out of a film. My heart 
wanted this all to be true, but of course I knew inside this was not 
going to happen; after all I never got that fairytale happy ending did 
I... In honesty all I could really do for the next forty plus minutes 
of the match was stare blankly at you, you were talking away about how 
you felt about me. But in all honesty I never heard a word of it, I was 
not even thinking about being with you. I was just speechless I guess, 
seemingly too shocked to think straight. 

Before too long there is a loud buzzing noise ringing very close to my
ear, part of me is thankful for some normality. But by far the bigger 
part of me is pissed off good and proper, and; as if I needed 
reminding, very frustrated... sighing deeply, I yawn and stretch as I 
try to wake myself up; not that I really wish too of course. I would 
much rather be back in my dream fantasyland, where my life is how I 
want it to be; not how it really actually is! With the constant ringing 
in my ears I throw the alarm clock over to the other side of the room 
with force, more than a little aware that I am probably about to have 
the day from hell. And as soon as I have read my text, I know it will 
be the day from hell. 

My two best friends almost demanding I meet them after I had been to
college, it was not that I did not want to see my friends; but the fact 
that for the past three months they have not been around had kinda 
pissed me off. My day is pretty normal considering all that my 
overactive imagination had been through, which is why when you called 
me toady I was not prepared and my defences down. Before I even 
realised it I was already walking into the bar looking for you, and 
there you were; larger than life holding a conversation with me. And 
try as I might I am torn between telling you I love you and just 
leaving it, of course I cannot tell you this can I? This has to stay in 
my mind, as part of my dream; after all a dream of you is a good thing 
to keep hold of.


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