| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: A Haunting Reminder (11/11) |
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in the gentlest of kisses. "Always remember this Stacey," he seemed to plead. "Always remember that you are mine, and that I, in turn am yours." Stacey started to tell him that she would not, could not, ever forget, but he held a finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh Kitten," he said. "Sleep now."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body, warming her in the night-chilled air. Stacey fought against sleep, but felt an overwhelming drowsiness. With a satisfied sigh she felt her eyes slowly close as she drifted into slumber. A sound awoke her and she opened her eyes grudgingly. With a start she realised that she was back in her own bed. "Hey there sleepyhead." A teasing voice drew her attention to the bedroom doorway. Eric stood there watching her with a teasing smile on his face. "I didn't think you were ever gonna wake up," he said with a smile. "I hope you don't mind me coming over early, but I thought I'd come straight from work and get changed here." Confused, all Stacey could mumble was "Huh?" Eric laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about your own party?" Stacey sat up in the bed and looked around her in a daze. Her outfit was still hung on her wardrobe door! A glance at the clock told her that it was only 7 o'clock! A dream! It must have been nothing but a dream! "Are you ok Stacey?" Eric asked in a concerned voice. "F-fine I think," she stammered. How could she tell him that she'd just had the most erotic dream of her life, and that he had been the main character! Deciding that he had no need to know she laughed her mood and the remnants of her dream off. "You can use the bathroom first while I wake up." She looked away as Eric thanked her and started to unbutton his shirt, but couldn't help peeking at him when she was sure he wasn't looking. As he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders he turned slightly, and Stacey gasped when she caught sight of the little puckered scar just under his left nipple. Hearing her sharp intake of breath Eric turned a quizzical gaze at her and raised an eyebrow in question. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I was just wondering how you got that scar,” she replied. "What scar?" He said, turning to look at her full on. "I don't have any scars." As Stacey started to point, in the distance an owl hooted, and a wolf howled, and before her very eyes the scar faded to nothing. And then a whisper reverberated through the recesses of her mind. "Remember me" was what she heard.... |
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sequel?
