The Dreamer
f/f
chpt 4

 That monday morning Bek fairly floated into the commisary at the Uni, for
once Jo was there before her, she looked up and said, 
"Wow, get a look at you, not only do you look like the cat that swallowed
the cream, you also look like you got not one but half a dozen canaries".
Bek grinned and said, "You wouldnt believe me if I told you, but it was
certainly an interesting weekend, in more ways than one", and that was all
she said, no matter how much Jo teased her Bek remained silent about the
previous weekend, knowing that even Jo who beleived in some really strange
things would baulk at the thought of dream coming to life.

 The night after the momentous happenings on the saturday Bek was almost
reluctant to go to bed, scared that it really was just a very vivid dream
or that she was in fact going mad and hearing "voices" but then she
remembered the touch of Daisys' hands on her bare skin and the remembered
pleasure drove away the last of her doubts, preparing for bed that night
she discarded her customary nightdress and sprayed herself with her
favourite perfume, then she giggled, not even knowing if living dreams had
a sense of smell, but then again the distaste of the fish and whipped cream
surely wasnt just limited to aesthetic values, fish smelled, well fishy.

 It was hard to get to sleep, but finally after 30 minutes of reading the
most boring book she could find, she felt herself drifting off, and while
straining her ears for Daisys' voice she fell asleep completely and she
dreamed, dreamed of warm sunlit meadows, sparkling rivers and a voice that
called her name, insistently, with difficulty Bek dragged her mind towards
waking again, "is that you Daisy" she asked, there was a delightful giggle
and then "Well who else would it be lover, gee you are sure hard to wake up
sometimes, not that I dont blame you, the place you were at sure was
pretty". Bek sat up in bed and oriented on the sound of the voice, "you can
see inside my dreams?"

 There was the sound of an exasperated sigh, "sheesh, of course I can, I AM
a dream, of course I can see your dreams, I was almost tempted to join you
in there, so you could see me, but then I decided that I prefer you awake,
its much much more fun" she laughed again and Bek grinned in the darkness,
for a dream Daisy certainly had a mind of her own. Then once again Bek felt
the covers on the bed being moved and the bed moved as if someone had
gotten into it.

 Bek laid back down, reaching across she once again touched bare warm
flesh, then there was a sniff and Daisy said "whats that lovely smell" Bek
smiled, so dreams werent only limited to aesthetics, "its my favourite
perfume, I put some on and then realised that I didnt know if living dreams
had a sense of smell". Daisy giggled again, "What are darling you are, oh
Bek I do love you". Bek stiffened a little, "Oh dear, now I have upset you"
and Daisys' voice sounded sad, Bek gathered her thoughts, "no, no you
havent, I guess that I'm just not used to people telling me that, let alone
waking dreams, its an unusual feeling thats all, but it feels nice"

 "Good" and there was a slightly smug tone to Daisys' voice, Bek giggled
and then she asked "what do you do when I'm not asleep or awake, or its
daylight". Daisy sighed "I'm nothing, I need the darkness, and more
importantly I need a responsive dreamer, like you", Bek struggled with that
concept for a moment, and then "but what if I fall asleep during the day,
I've done that especially during swot vac, would you still come?". Daisy
sighed again, "No, not me, I'm not 'allowed' to do daydreams, I cant exist
in sunlight, 'sides, night dreams are always more exciting, but I would like
to see the sun, your dream seemed pretty enough".

 "But" she said, "enough of the depressing stuff, I didnt really come here
to talk, I came here for other things" and she laughed again, Bek started
to laugh, a laugh that quickly became a sigh of pleasure as Daisys' fingers
gently traced down her jaw line, Bek reached up and captured Daisys' hand,
she carefully kissed the tips of Daisys' fingers, then down to her palm,
soft kisses along her arm up to her shoulder, gently nuzzling her neck
brought soft moans of delight from Daisy, pausing only to carefully push
the hair out of Daisys' face, she leant down until her lips brushed
Daisys', a gentle kiss that turned into a passionate one.

 Trembling fingers traced the gentle curve and swell of a breast, seeking
and finding the tip of a sensitive nipple, fingertips brushed across it, a
deep sigh the only reaction, a palm gently rubbed across the tip, back to
fingers, fingers that tickled and teased, tweaked and gently pinched,
moving from one breast to the other, fingers replaced by a soft warm mouth
and a tongue, a tongue that flicked across the tip of a nipple, a mouth
that suckled and teased.

 A mouth that released its captive nipple and slowly and sensually kissed
its way down, with hands providing teasing accompaniment, hands that
stroked and lightly tickled, hands and fingers that slowly explored every
inch of Daisys' body, hands and fingers that gently aroused and then
brought to the peak of passion and down the other side to satiation.

 Bek kissed slowly back up Daisys' body, listening to the small sounds of
delight and satisfaction coming from Daisy, smiling to herself, she
snuggled into the crook of Daisys' arm and drifted off to sleep with Daisy
gently stroking her face.

cont..