dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[.....oh.]

[That. That explains a whole lot, honestly. Of course she wouldn't be here with him like this, unless it was a dream.]

[His face probably registers it, in little flickers that he doesn't quite manage to mask: understanding, and then disappointment, and then something very like hurt, before he tamps it down.]

[He eases back some, to give her more space.]

Well. Well, I mean. It's a dream anyway, right? So it's not gonna hurt nothing.

And - and even in a dream, I know I'm cool with whatever you wanna try.

[unbr8kable]

Of course you are. But wet dreams about your important people without permission seems at least a little weird?

[Honestly considers the logistics for a beat. Then shakes her head; continues tone gentler and with a crooked little smile]

...Definitely sure he'd think it was weird, he's not into that stuff. And I don't wanna hurt him. He's too important. ...Guess you know that already.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. I think I got a pretty good idea what I'm into? And something like this is gonna do the opposite of hurt me.

[But he hesitates at the first part of what she said - flushes, guilty, and glances away.]

[That bridge has definitely already been crossed a few times, but there is a big difference between being embarrassed and vaguely self-conscious afterward and having it spelled out during the dream itself, by the person you're dreaming about.]

But... yeah. I guess - yeah.

If it's, like... weird to dream about that kinda stuff, maybe we better not.

[unbr8kable]

I mean, it...happens, just 'cause I'm sitting here talking to myself over it don't mean there's a problem. It's natural; not gonna go more blind or nothing.

And-- I mean. Definitely better than most dreams, that's for damned sure. Bonertime vs. Azzy's Mansion Part 5000, kind of a clear winner here, 'least for me. Just...

[Runs out of steam and trails off, face warm again]

...Doesn't seem fair to him.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You really think it ain't fair?

Even if it's, like... natural?

[unbr8kable]

If he ain't into that kinda thing. 'Cause that's natural, too, I guess.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean.

What if he is into that kinda thing?

Cause. Cause I'm pretty sure I'm into that kinda thing...?

[unbr8kable]

You may be into that kind of thing, but he is definitely not into that kind of thing. Trust me, I would know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I hope you'd know?

Like... I kinda told you.

[unbr8kable]

[...Looks blankly]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Not now, I mean. But, like - before.

[unbr8kable]

[Thinks back

Thinks further back



Looks down a little, the wry smile returning]

Yeah, so...like I said.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What's that... even mean.

[unbr8kable]

Means I know what you're getting at. I'm not gonna beef it again, don't worry.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You ain't the one who messed it up.

[There's a beat while he glances down, and away.]

...don't worry. I wouldn't be saying nothing if it wasn't a dream.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah...I know.

[She sighs and looks away herself, shoulders sagging.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

So.... so you don't got nothing to worry about. Kay? I ain't gonna make it weird again.

[Pauses - winces, a little.]

I mean. Weirder. I guess if it's, like... weird now, we should probly call it quits.

[unbr8kable]

[Very careful]

...Call what quits?

[crossmyheartandhope]

This?

[He flushes, hard - ducks his head - can't quite stop from glancing to where her legs still bracket his own, hers bare from the short skirt and his encased in stockings.]

The, like - the kissing and stuff. Even if it's just in dreams.

[unbr8kable]

[A better end to the thought than she'd been afraid of, but--still. It's not as though she had forgotten about the feel of his hose against her inner thighs, she'd just been doing a slightly better job at pretending that was the case so she didn't have to move. Now her legs twitch into the warmth, just a little, and she only just barely manages to keep her gaze steady]

...That what you want?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...not really.

It ain't about what I want, though.

[unbr8kable]

What is it about, then?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Stares at her for a beat or two, blank, like it's the most obvious answer in the world. And then, because there's no harm in saying it in a dream:]

What you want.

I mean. I knew what I wanted ages ago, dude. But... it's no good unless you want it, too. Y'know?

I said it way back when, and I meant it - what we got's a big deal. You're, like - kind of amazing? You're more important to me than anyone.

I ain't about to lose that over kissing stuff, no matter how good the kissing stuff is.

[unbr8kable]

[Stares back, blank, like it was the least obvious answer in the universe.

It's not the words, they make sense, mostly. Though upon closer inspection they don't make much sense at all--not when directed towards her, at least. The dream makes it even more baffling--this isn't generally the message her self-conscious feels the need to deliver. It kind of makes it harder to ignore.]

...Oh?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shifts a little, self-conscious.]

...yeah?

Like... you're funny, and fun, and brave, and pretty, and you're always up to do dumb stuff, or even just, like - be together. Hang out. Be close.

I dunno why you put up with me sometimes, but I'm - lucky. I'm lucky I got you at all. So I can ignore the kissing part, long's we still got all the rest. The rest's... real good.

[He reaches out, like he wants to touch her face the way he did before: careful, like she's something precious. But he catches himself before he does - seems to realize what he's doing - flushes a little, and makes himself put his hand down.]

So. So, anyway. If it's weird, having dreams like this... we probly better not keep going. Cause they're, like - real nice? But you're right, it ain't fair.

So I'll... I dunno. I'll do better, I guess. I'll try real hard, anyway.