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“Ask for me. You must tell me you want me, or I cannot give in. The laws of dreams forbid me from touching those who do not wish it. Last time you summoned me. This time we are here in your dream because it is I who summoned you.”
Your heart is racing. All this time, these months of feeling like you were going crazy for developing feelings for an immortal creature; you spent ages doubting yourself that what was happening to you was even real. The nights crying because of the uncertainty and the intensity of your emotions. All of these horrible things that came from the Lord of Dreams, upending your life, and completely changing your perspective on the universe, science, shattering your notions of what what mattered and what didn’t – once again, it all melts away, and doesn’t matter. Dream wants you. Dream cares for you. Your chest burns and flutters at this thought and the feeling spreads like fire through your veins. You’re on fire. You are on fire, you’re sure, and the air has been knocked out of your lungs. Your eyebrows are knitted, and all you can do is stare back at him dumbly, hearing the blood pulse through your ears.
You stare back at him, dazed, in awe of him. An immortal being asking to be wanted.
You lift a shakey palm, and step forward to place it on his chest.
“You already have me.”
Slower and more carefully than you thought possible, he leans forward. A hand smooths over the back of your hair and another step brings your body flush to his. You can feel the breath heaving in his chest, and you can smell him, ethereal and clean, like the ocean and the forest floor and a heavy rainfall.
You don’t know how to handle this. His face is inches from yours and you feel like you will explode if the tension isn’t cut soon. Dream’s eyes have gone black, back to his truer form, and they glint like diamonds in the dim light. You’re scared of the power he has over you, and yet you can’t stop yourself from leaning into him, closer, and closer until your lips are brushing his as you whisper to him.
“Dream. I’m already yours.”
You feel his hard sigh, as if the air had been punched out of his lungs, and suddenly your lips are touching. Finally, your lips are touching, and your entire body melts.
There is nothing to do but stand there, and limply lie your hands on his chest as the Lord of Dreams kisses you deeply.