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She wasn't expecting cotton candy and bunnies, but the raw sensuality that filled his mind shocked her. For at least a second. Then she forged forward to explore his psyche.
His mind had a breeze, and it was laden with cinnamon and exotic spices. Pillars of stone supported a fantastically starred sky while silk billowed to the ground below.
She fought the urge to call out and, instead, went exploring. She found a mountain, a pond, a river, fields and a collection of statuary that shocked her to her core.
It was her. A variety of poses and costumes, all Hannah, and all with a heavy sensuality in her face. He had obviously fantasized about her, just a bit. The depicted breasts were slightly smaller than those of her physical self, but he couldn't know that. She wore minimizing bras. The waist on the statues was also a little thicker, but he couldn't know that either. None of her clothing was form fitting.
"I need to make the waists smaller, I think. Having you in my arms has given me a better idea of what your shape truly is." Simon was right behind her and she jumped at the heated whisper in her ear.
The arms he referred to snaked around her and drew her to him. "Uh, Simon, this is all a dream."
"Well, it is all in my mind, but if you wish to call it a dream we can." His head bent down and, when his lips nibbled at her neck, she melted. Well, part of her did.
She had to fight her rapidly shifting arousal and keep to her task. "Uh Simon, why did you agree to accompany me to the wedding? I mean, we haven't really had any kind of a relationship before this and it is a little sudden."
He continued his delicate assault on her senses, running his handsup and down her back as his mouth continued to worship her neck. Her knees were buckling and she clung to his shoulders for support. It was at that belated moment she realized he was naked.
Knowing that she always ghosted naked, it was a little too much too soon, even in a dream. With a groan, she pulled away and he let her.
"This will upset you, but I took the job at the Turned Cup because I wanted to get on your radar." He took her arm in a gentle grip, "Would you care to have this conversation somewhere more comfortable?"
"That may not be a bad idea." A sudden thought occurred to her, "Do you always run around your mind naked?"
"Only when I am expecting equally naked guests in nothing but heels."
Posted December 24, 2011
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