Title: Waking to a Dream
Author: Claripup
Rating: Err Dunno (lets go for R!)
Pairing: Beka/?
Category: You Decide!
E-mail: Clare@elysia.freeserve.co.uk
Summary: hurt/comfort, Someone tries to make Beka feel
better
Disclaimer: Their nice to touch, pretty to look at, but
not mine!
Warnings: Not very good - sorry!
Archiving: If you want it just ask!!
Thanks: To Natta
Notes: Takes place shortly after “It Makes a Lovely Light”.
Written from Beka's POV
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I feel myself waking, wracked with cramps and cravings,
my whole body resonating with need, as if my body is trying to escape my
skin, while my mind tries to forget who and what I am, What I’ve done.
I fight against waking; while I’m asleep I’m unaware
of the cravings until they drag me to consciousness once more. I moan softly.
I feel a hand begin stroking my back, up and down. I must be dreaming,
but such a nice dream! The hand slips around so my stomach and draws me
tight against it owners body, then continues its wandering, up and down,
between my breasts, working up to my face, brushing against my lips softly,
over my eyes to smooth my hair back from my sweating brow. I tighten my
eyes never wanting to wake, slowly the hand travels down my body not neglecting
an inch of exposed skin, as it works lower I find my hips thrusting forward
to meet it, my cravings for something totally different now. I hear a soft
chuckle and feel a cooling breath on the back of my neck, swiftly followed
by hot lips and tongue working their way over my sweat drenched neck and
shoulder while the hand continues to work it’s way in between my legs where
it starts to stoke and tweak, knowing exactly what I need, while I thrust
against it, needing release. It comes so fast rushing through me. For the
moment leaving me pleasantly numb, a delightful surcease from pain and
need.
I feel myself rising up from sleep, I fight waking, I
want to stay here, warm and safe and loved, where I’m held against night
tremors, where I have the strength to resist my cravings. I can feel it
slipping away, I can’t hold on to it. My beautiful dream fades with waking
and the pain returns. I cry out, a wordless cry of need and frustration
and loneliness, and feel a warm breath by my ear as a voice says, “Shh…
I’m here”, and an arm encircles me and holds me tight.
End
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