[ He does not dream often. What he remembers more are abstract images-- shapes and colors... emotions. To step now through the cool waters, this is the first he has ever entered such a space-- a dream that reflects reality. Like he wasn't asleep at all.

Yet he knows very clearly he did not wake. His physical form is in it's bed where he left it. It is his spirit that travels here.

He scoffs at himself, as he reaches the top of the steps.

So she haunts his dreams as well.

The better part of him knows he should come no closer. There is an energy that crackles like lightning within him. Any closer and he may do something his pride may regret. The temptation eats at him. It is no secret that he yearns for her. Some part of him was drawn to her the very first moment that they met. And since that moment, he has not been able to forget it.

The warmth of her body; places he longed to touch and be touched.

The sweetness of her voice and all the mysteries that hid behind it.

Like a devil who had taken hold of his heart, he was captive to her.

Even knowing what is best, it was inevitable that he would come to her side. The dress does little to hide the erotic curves of her body. Yet it is none of those erotic yet inviting places he reaches. It is to her hair-- which he ever so gently brushes away from her face. ]

Shall I awaken the sleeping beauty? And if I do I wonder-- what favor I shall win from her?

[ He chuckles softly; ever so slowly lowering his lips to her own. Just as tender as the brush of his fingertips, he lovingly kisses her; slow and soft and lingering far longer than the first kiss of it's kind, when he'd only just teased her. ]