Chosen by the Fates

Dream Tryst

Aisling ~

My mind reels, vertigo overtaking me as I finally say the word out loud. 

"This is a dream." I repeat.

Ashleigh waits, as if holding his breath. Silence stretches between us endlessly. I consider what I’ve just said, the full weight of it, eyes taking in the vehicle, the trees and ocean rushing by outside. Everything seems less hazy, and more real.

I hear Ashleigh let his breath out, as if in relief. "Good."

He pulls the SUV over to the side of the road. When we stop moving, I watch our surroundings to see if they change or vanish again. Everything remains solid.

The storm clouds seem to have vanished over a distant horizon. The beach here is quiet, though the sky is no longer clear blue or filled with sun. Now the atmosphere reminds me of the silver sheen just after a heavy rain. It's almost peaceful. 

"Okay." Ashleigh takes it all in, watching the sky for a moment before turning to me. His bright eyes are startling against the grey sky outside. "More specifically this is your dream."

"My dream?" The words ring with truth as I repeat them.

He nods, watching me, his arm resting on the wheel of the SUV.

"So, none of this is real?"

"Well, that's not exactly right. It's all real. You've been, or will be everywhere you see here. But it's all blended together to suit what your mind and lucid form needs or wants in each moment."

I look down to my chest and hands. I seem to still be the me I know and recognize. "So my body..."

"Was a memory. You've had a lot of them."

I blink at that, considering it. I mean, I've definitely had dreams of being men, women, and neither before. But those are dreams… not memories of any reality. Right? "Like reincarnation?"

"Not exactly. Your lucid form is anything you want or need it to be. Time isn't linear. Worlds aren't parallel. I guess... it's probably better described as shapeshifting to suit what you need or want?"

I nod slowly. "So like when I have dreams about it, it’s because it fits the story my mind is telling."

He nods at that. “Yes, sometimes.”

"So, if this is a dream. You're a dream too?"

He shakes his head, "Sort of."

"Why sort of?"

He sighs as his gaze becoming distant with thought, “Normally you’d have had so many lifetimes of knowledge to just be shown all of this…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, "its all bit harder to explain. You remember some part of me, though." His hand drops, and his eyes return to me. I find myself nodding. I don't know why, but the feel of his arms around me is as familiar to me as my own.

He nods, "We should probably leave it at that for now. Let’s go walk on the beach while we talk?"

"Sure." 

I have to hop down from the SUV, but my body almost feels weightless. Soon we are side by side, walking along the beach. I don't know when I took my shoes off, but the sand feels warm and gritty between my toes. It’s perfect. 

Ashleigh smiles wistfully, watching me. "You're a natural at this. Perhaps that's why it's been so hard to reach you."

"You were trying to reach me?"

He nods, "Yes, but perhaps your mind has been naturally defending itself. It's been... a long time."

"Aren't you just my dream, too, though?" I ask again, still confused about how my own dream man couldn’t contact me. Also, why does he look like Ashleigh?

He stops to sit on a rock that has been carved out by waves and sand into a smooth shape. His bright eyes turned on the ocean. He tips his head, looking sidelong at me. With the light of the sky reflected through his eyes, they seem to glow. "Do you believe that?" 

I'm not sure.  

I step forward, so that I am standing before him. This time in my own body. 

I reach out, taking each of his hands in each of my own. He watches me carefully, as I draw his arms back, and around me. As his arms encircle my waist, he takes over, gripping my hands in his gently behind me and drawing me to him.

His body feels hot and real against my own. Everything about him feels warm, comforting, and solid. Memories brush the back of mind, just out of reach. I have known whoever this dream man is for an infinite amount of time. We were together at our conception, and have faced dangers unnumbered together. We have shared our heat in the cold, and shared our bodies in the still moments between turmoil.

I want to experience whatever we had. I want to know what it was, what it is.

His gaze is filled with need. 

Who am I to deny a dream?

I give in, relaxing into him as he pulls me closer. My lips seek his, carrying my unspoken questions. Our lips brush, he pulls back just a little.

His eyes are searching mine, as they always seem to be. "Your answer...?"

I think for a moment, "You feel real."

"And if I am?"

"How would that be possible in a dream?"

"But if it were?"

"And we used to be partners?"

He nods, slowly. 

"Somehow you couldn't reach me, but you've been looking for me."

He nods again, watching me carefully.

“We were still partners when you lost me?”

Nod.

"Then what would be wrong about any of this?" I slide my hands free of his and he lets me. I rest my hands gently on either side of his neck, my thumbs stroking the curve of his jaw. His skin feels real and soft everywhere.

My heart swells at the thought of someone loving me so deeply, for so long. "Then it seems simple on my end. Either this is entirely a dream, in which case I enjoy myself with a beautiful man.

Or we've known and loved one another forever, you've been looking for me, and found me in this dream. In which case we both enjoy ourselves, and maybe I remember more. I'm leaning toward the former, but I'm not sure why the latter would be bad. I’m a modern woman, and this can just be a moment of refuge for us both."

He continues to watch me, as if carefully measuring out my reasoning before he replies. 

I hesitate. I haven’t considered his own loss or needs, “Unless, you don't want to...? It’s okay, I understand if that’s the case." According to his story, he still remembers everything about his partner, who I was…

I feel a wave of self-conscious hesitation. Something about being rejected in my dreams reminds me of something recently. My heart twists, and I pull to step back. 

I feel Ashleigh's arms tighten around me once more, "I do." His voice is filled with the need I keep seeing in his eyes. My stomach flips and my heart flutters.

He pulls me down to him so that I am straddling his lap on the rock. "Gods I do." He whispers, his hot breath falling across my lips as he searches my eyes one last time.

I lean in meeting his lips with mine gently. He pushes into my kiss, his mouth opening and tongue searching. My lips part tongue tangling with his. I slide my fingers up through his hair.

Our kiss deepens. His hands are hot and wide at the small of my back, pulling my hips into him. I can feel the length of him harden between my legs. I shift my hips, my core settling against his c**k. 

He groans into our kiss, biting at my lower lip. I rock my hips slowly. His hands slide under my shirt, massaging every inch of my skin as I shift to feel every part of his length against my core. Heat gathers between my legs, my thighs tightening as I push forward to retake his mouth with my own.

His hands desperately untie my top, pulling it off. My bra somehow slides free with it, even though I don't remember him unhooking it.

His mouth slides free of mine, and he kisses down the length of my neck. Each kiss tingles against the sensitive areas of my neck. I grind my core slowly, but more firmly against him. The sensation of his c**k against my most sensitive parts combines with the sensation of his mouth is at my neck. A gasp of pleasure escapes me.

His mouth travels to one of my n*****s, and he gently circles it with his tongue. I feel my n****e harden as he takes it into his mouth, gently sucking. His hands slide over my ass, gripping my thighs on either side firmly before standing up with me carried against him. I entwine my arms around his shoulders, and legs around his hips as his mouth returns hungrily to mine. 

He drops to his knees in the sand, and I untangle my own legs to kneel against him. His hands slide up along my thighs to tug at the waist band of my pants. His tongue explores every part of my mouth.

Every touch and kiss fills me with elation, as well as an endless sense of familiar Deja vou. My hands blindly reach for the bottom length of his shirt. I tug up, pulling his top up over his head. I don't remember when his top changed to something beach appropriate. But then again, I don't remember quite when mine did either. 

I gasp for breath, breaking our kiss to finish removing his shirt. Ashleigh’s heavy lidded eyes are on me. He obligingly lifts his arms, allowing the top to slide entirely off. His bare chest is beautiful and just as strangely familiar as the rest of him.

My eyes trail over every part of him. Some part of me knows that I have seen him in a variety of bodies, forms, and genders. We have loved one another as every one, exploring every change in our bodies as they arose. Eliciting pleasure and comfort. Whoever this Ashleigh has been, they have been my refuge against a storm I cannot remember. I am in awe of them.

His expression softens, “You remember more?”

I nod, biting at my lower lip.

His hands return to my waist, sliding down and underneath the waist of my pants. He pulls me gently into him, his hard length sliding against my core. A flush rises to my cheeks, my heart fluttering.

My lips return to his, and a soft sound of pleasure escapes him. He slides his hands down, still under the waist of my pants. He pushes my pants and underwear down slowly until I feel the cool breeze brush the wet folds of my labia.

I trail my hands across every inch of his warm shoulders and chest. Massaging and tracing the lines of his upper body before unbuttoning his pants to do the same. 

His hands find the hot, moist folds of my labia at nearly the same time as mine free the full hard length of his c**k.

He breaks the kiss and we both gasp against one another’s lips for air. He leans his forehead against mine, voice a soft moan. "Gods you're so wet."

His fingers part the folds and begin to stroke my c**t. I nuzzle my face into the curve of his neck, whimpering. My hands gently stroke and massage the length of him at the same rhythm he massages my c**t. I feel pressure building, I nibble at his ear, soft moans falling from my mouth.

The pressure reaches a crescendo, but then subsides just a little as he slides one finger, and then two into me. I nip at his neck, then search for his mouth again with mine. I am met eagerly with his kiss. He draws his fingers out slowly before rubbing at my c**t again. A sharp sound escapes my lips, as the pressure reaches a peak once more.

Every part of the length of him is hard in my hands. I want all of it inside of me.

I push my body to his and as if understanding, he moves his hands away from my core. He pulls me with him onto his back on the sand with me atop. I sit up, straddling him and carefully stroke my labial folds and c**t with the blunt end of his length.

He groans, his body writhing slowly under me, arching against me to push his hard length firmly against my folds and entrance with each stroke. Incrementally and purposefully I slide his d**k into me inch by inch. His groan turns into a gasping sound, which I silence with my mouth.

He moans into my mouth as I take every inch of him, rocking my hips to very slowly pull him out again. I pause there, with his blunt tip sitting just at my entrance. My whole body shivers in delight at the feel of him. His fingers dig into my hips, begging me forward, to take him back into me again.

Then shoving the length of him as deep into me as possible. We both gasp into our kiss, His hands pulling desperately at my hips, directing me forward and back until he can't take it anymore. 

My body is racked in trembling from the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. I slide my hands up the entire length of his chest. Savoring how real it all feels. I’ve not had many dreams about s*x, but the few I’ve had have never been so incredibly vivid and good.

Suddenly, he rolls me. And all at once he is on top, breaking our kiss to look down at me while inside of me. I twine my legs around his hips, pulling him even tighter into me. His cheeks are as flushed as mine. He pulls back, then thrusts into me hard and fast, eliciting panting gasp from me.

I can feel the pressure building again with each thrust and gasp. I arch against him in unison. It feels like we’ve done this a thousand times before, and every part of it has been perfected until it feels right. I can feel the heat inside me build and his length throbbing. 

The sounds that escape my lips are a mix of whimpering moans and pleading. He thrusts even harder until all at once I feel a release. Every part of my v****a is spasming and shuddering against the length of him when I feel his release as well.

He collapses onto me, and I wrap my arms and relax my legs.

His lips find mine again, and after a few more kisses, we just hold one another. Neither of us seems ready to move.

A question occurs to me that I probably should have asked before whatever this tryst is. 

"How did you lose me?" I run my fingers over his hair, petting it.

"We think a creature we've been calling the Night Walker found you." He sighs into me, his voice soft, "We didn't know at first. When you vanished, we began tracking your path through the dreaming." 

He sits up to look into my eyes, "We weren't there to help you. I'm so sorry."

"You're awfully apologetic for being a figment of my dream. Also Night Walker? Isn’t that something I’ve read before?" I smirk, trying to chase the worry and pain away from him.

"I mean it. We should have been there for you." 

I finally understand the way he looks at me. In part it is love, and familiarity. But it is also a mix of someone seeking forgiveness.

"It sounds like I went off on my own?"

"We have to at times." He pulls away from me, settling beside me with his naked shoulder against mine.  

"Then what is there to forgive? You've found me now."

Ashleigh is quiet. As we lay together, against one another, the sky clears. The cry of gulls fills the air as they hover and dive over the ocean. The sun finally comes out again, warming the sand as we lay out on it.

"Your dream is more relaxed now." His voice is contemplative.

Laughter bubbles up from me, "I should hope so, I just got laid."

He chuckles, "So next time your mind struggles to accept your dream state, I'll remember this." His mouth is curled in a mischievous smirk, and I just laugh harder. "Imagine poor Sionainn and Cian."

"Oh don't worry, I'll definitely wait for you to kick them out first." 

"Aww where's the fun in that?" I fight to keep my expression serious and pouting.

Ashleigh sits upright, face stricken, "Absolutely not. They are my brothers." He retorts indignantly.

I burst out laughing again, "So blood relation is the only boundary for you on this?"

Ashleigh shrugs, "Well, we aren't always blood relations. But, first and foremost - we are a team, and close friends. You included." 

My heart feels full hearing that. Somewhere out there, I've had a whole family of beautiful supernatural men who care about me and were searching for me. And a partner who is arguably amazing at dream s*x.

If only it wasn't just a dream.