She hummed softly into his lips as the kiss continued, shifting her body from side to side slightly to rub her sweat dappled body against him, to enjoy the feeling of his skin against hers. His fingertips on her sides gave her faintly ticklish little prickles up her spine, making her sigh softly. She looked at him with a slightly braindead smile as he broke the kiss, the afterglow making her a bit dull witted.

"Mmmm...mhhmmhmm...niiice...mhmmm..." she giggled softly, nuzzling her nose against his. If this was what happiness felt like, she felt she could really get used to this. She felt his warmth within her still, even as he slipped free of her confines, and focused on it, enjoyed that lingering connection. It feels so real... she thought in wonder, inhaling a slow, luxurious breath.



She blinked a few times muzzily, then giggled and nodded slowly. She needed a rest anyway...even though she did want to fool around a bit more, hopefully get some snuggling in. Maybe she could sneak him up to her room back at the dorms...

"Y-yeah...we should get back. Don't want to get arrested." she grinned mischievously, playing along with the dream. She forced herself to let go of him, and pulled back down her bra and shirt, biting her lower lip gently as the fabric squeezed her still sensitive breast. She waited for him to step back before making motions to pull her panties back up, careful to not fall as she felt her legs were pretty wobbly at the moment.

Aegir had been beside himself. He knew that the other denizens of the island prey upon her that the whole situation would be a nightmare. This was a drastic change to the ordinary and these little bouts of mirth and happiness would be something to look forward too, thus making her accept his manipulations when they came quicker.

But Mark backed up pulling up his pants too. He snaked a hand around the back of her head straight afterwards drawing her closer to his still hungry lips that pressed against hers. He then assisted her in fixing her hair as she liked and had been about to leave the rest room.

It had been a good thing that they had not partaken of each other any longer given that on the way out of the place a plump woman and her two pre-teen daughters entered, the woman giving them a rather disdainful look as they exited together as if she could just imagine what they were up to.

But before long they had the Porsche back in the parking lot. It was Aegir's plan to have done something after the keys had been seen too but the time line there had been sped up a little, not that he was complaining any.

But when they got back to their school mark flicked his gaze down at his watch. "Good, 7th period isn't over yet. Let's go, like you said earlier I don't want to be arrested." He shut her a grin as the fingers of his hand coiled first around her forearm, them as if changing his mind slid down to take her hand ...

Still on wobbly legs, she leaned into the kiss, giggling and snuggling up against him giddily. She smiled softly up at him as he brushed her hair back into something presentable with his fingers, only helping him when it came to hiding her face again. She could get used to this, she decided. It just felt good to be this close to someone.

She blushed fit to make a tomato jealous as they left, nearly colliding with a woman and her two daughters. She buried her face in Mark's back and laughed hysterically, pushing him onward and away from the disapproving stare of the older woman. ...can't believe we just did that... she thought bashfully, a bit amazed at herself for going along with the turn of events. Not that she was complaining about the after math....

The ride back was as relaxing and peaceful as the trip to the factory. She couldn't help but peek at Mark every few minutes and start blushing all over again, falling into fits of happy giggling as she turned back to the window and the breeze in her hair. As they pulled back into the teacher's parking place, she hopped out of the car with a flourish, stretching as she shut the door gently behind her.

"Mmmmm. Good. I d-don't want to spoil t-today." she murmured playfully, taking his hand with a smile and shuffling after him as they went back into the building.

It was an easy matter sneaking the keys into an empty classroom depositing them in the draw he beamed at her, the fact was that he had captured most of the stolen glances that he had received. Still he placed this whole matter well behind them.

It was nearing the end of the school day and while he had no desire to be caught wandering the halls he decided to walk her back to the very same room he had been shooed out of earlier. He walked with her close to her side as they went, his arm around her hip as he held her close to his body so that they walked stride in stride together.

"So ... did you enjoy your little surprise today?" he asked as they stopped at the door of her room, he gazing at her as he asked as if it were necessary to observe her complete reaction to the question he had been posing to her.

He still had hold of one of her hands and with asking that question he took the other, his grip on it had been loose as he peered into her one visible eye, a small smile etched across the features of his face as his question floated on the air that had been delivered to her.

She almost held her breath as they snuck the keys into the classroom, just waiting for things to go wrong. But, surprisingly (to her at least), they didn't. They got in and out without anyone noticing, and the keys made it into the teacher's desk without a hitch. Now the only thing he may notice is a bit less gas in his tank, but really, who noticed that? And besides, this was still a dream.

She felt all warm and fuzzy inside, walking under his arm, tucked in close against his side. She'd always been jealous of the other girls who had boyfriends. Now she knew she had been right to be. This was awesome. At his question, she giggled softly and looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

"What do you think?" she teased lightly, squeezing his fingers as he took her other hand. Darting her tongue out to wet her lips, she leaned back against her door and pulled him closer, going on tiptoe to kiss him tenderly, her gaze warm and loving as she looked him in the eye.

"That you had the worst time of your life and don't wish to do it again as you can easily fill in the hours being more productive," he grinned at her obviously musing. His eyes catching the look in her eye, the tenderness there and while she rose to her tippie toes his mouth rushed against hers as it breezed against her lips.

Warm, so warm, she felt good against him and while his hands slipped out of her hands they came to rest upon her hips gently pressing against them as their lips danced against one another.

Against her belly though she could feel him pressing against her, poking her again with his firm hardness. He made no move to draw away from her as he melted into the sweltering kiss that threatened to incinerate his lips.

When they finally broke away for air he was smiling at her, one hand lift up to stroke her long locks with the back of his right hand as he caressed it with slow strokes as he held her there without speaking. He looked as if he were about to say something but failed to do so as if he didn't want to break this enchanted moment.

She nudged him with her knee for his teasing, but not hard enough to hurt. She lifted her hips from against the door to move with his hand, leaning into him gently as the soft kiss deepened, became something more passionate, more hungry. She made a sound half purr, half moan into his mouth, parting her lips to tease his with the tip of her tongue, dabbing and stroking playfully.

She liked that she could excite him, make him..ahem...hard. She took something that resembled pride in being attractive in his eyes, when she felt anything but attractive in her own. She was good enough for him, and that was all that mattered. The kiss broke naturally, the two pulling back enough to meet each others eyes.

She tilted her head into his hand, smiling faintly as he stroked her hair. As he opened his lips to speak, and failed to make a sound, her smile deepened, became warmer (if that was possible). She raised one finger to his lips and shushed him, reaching behind her to unlock the door and open it, pulling him into her room without a word. She didn't want to wake up just yet...who knew if she'd ever have a dream like this again?

A finger pressed to his lips she barely had time to work upon the lock of her door before he seized her by the hips and drove her back into the room. He closed the door once they were inside by using the heel of his foot, then he slipped on something, balanced himself by tightening his hold upon her before he flickered his gaze down.

"What the?"

He let go off her as he stooped down taking up a white envelop in his hand with her first name scrawl upon it in flowing script. Normally mail would be slid into her mail box but there was no address on this, just her name.

Mark strained as he looked at the familiar script then tuned the letter over to her. A least he assumed it was a letter. Someone passed it beneath her door it would seem and while Anne took it up in her hands she too could recognize the flowing script.

Leslie's. But as she came to that determination Mark unfolded a blade that he took from his pocket, a make shift letter open she assumed once he turned it over to her ...

She yelped and tumbled back into the room as he forcefully pushed her hips, giggling and stumbling as they bumbled into the room. She blinked as he skidded on something, and reached out to steady him. She looked down curiously and watched him picked up the letter, her head tilting to one side.

She saw his expression tighten, and frowned worriedly, taking the letter from him. Her eye widened as she recognized the hand writing, and smile curled her lips. She glanced up, and grinner her thanks at Mark, taking the knife and slicing open the top of the envelope.

Carefully, she pulled out the letter and unfolded it, turning slightly to get better lighting to read it.

Hi,

Anne, I stopped by today but you must have been out at class. I came down to the city visiting today, Hope to catch you this afternoon as I'll be sure to stop by once school lets out.

Leslie

Short and to the point, the letter that she held in her hand had been shared with Mark as well, who, curious to it's nature, read it's contents over her shoulder. "Leslie back?" He asked off handedly, even for a day it would be good to see her again.

He gazed at the letter for a moment then shifted his attention back on her as if they had not been interupted at all as he bent down pressing his mouth against the left side of her neck, tongue roaming over it as he stead body with his hands gripping her hips.

He grinned at her as his mouth move off of her neck. "This afternoon, huh? Well it's early afternoon now, but we should still have time for sweet, sweet loving," Mark announced as he pressed small kisses to her shoulder above the fabric of her shirt.

She read over the letter slowly, smiling as she finished, though something felt off (Leslie is blind! You did her writing for her!). Mark's presence made the dissonance fade away as she leaned back into him, nodding to his question.

"Mhmm. Says she s-should be here l-later this afternoon. Mmmmm." she hummed pleasantly as he started kissing the side of her neck, the gentle brushes of his lips further muffling the little voice in her mind that was growing more and more agitated as the dream continued. She chuckled at his question, and bumped her hips back against his, giving the side of his head a kiss.

"And w-what if she w-walks in on us? T-that w-wouldn't b-b-be awkward at all..." she said with playful sarcasm. Her stutter returned as she became slightly nervous at the thought of seeing Leslie again, even if it was in a dream (...no....no....not this...). It would be fine though, Mark was with her, loved her as she did him, and her vision had nothing to do with this world of fantasy.

"So, it's mot like it almost didn't happen already, today. Beside, Anne, Leslie's blind so she'd never know unless we made noise." He grinned at her. But something had been off. Blind. Blind/ The thought ate at her mind again and again as she recalled all the letters she scribed for Leslie, all the things she wrote down to since she obviously couldn't stay in the lines nor reread what she wrote.

There was the fact that someone else could have scribed this though it seemed familiar here as if she had seen the flowing script before. An error in the dream? Perhaps, though Mark certainly wasn't giving her the chance to analyze that as he continued to press kisses against her.

His hold upon her hips had been light though, then his fingers pressed into her hips as he squeezed the pair into his hands. He took the matter of the letter in stride, he had not seemed too worked up with things but if this were a dream then it would be tough His purposefor him to get worked up over anything.

Above Ann's body in the dorm room Aegir pumped these inconsistances into her mind. They had been clues to what he was planning on doing and relaying to her that something was not quit right. He wished for this to be considered a dream after all, and dreams usually had their ups and downs though there was the rare exception that made up a nightmare or something so splendid.

He had experience with some nightmares, he dabbled in them more so to get a handle on them though there were others that he induce that were quit sweet or chalk full of intrigue or action or even a combination of the three.

His purpose here was more along the lines of braking her in so to speak, to enable himself the additional pleasures of having her the way he preferred possibly in the waking world. A tentacle caresses her cheek, his mind still reaching out to hers reading it as fully as if she were awake as he directed things further along.

Why did the script seem so familiar? Why did she feel like she'd seen this writing before? As far as she knew she had been the only one doing Leslie's writing for the last three years...in the waking world at least. Still it rankled her, unsettled her (..-rom hel-..).

She dismissed her concerns, didn't even notice the little voice in her mind trying to warn her. Mark was still here, still kissing her, holding her in his arms. If the letter didn't worry him, it must not be a big deal...and it would be nice to see Leslie again, even if just in a dream. And he was right...so long as they were quiet...who would know what they were doing?

Grinning she tossed the letter on her desk, reaching out to close and lock the door before leaning back into Mark's chest again. Her arms reached back and behind her head, sliding around his neck and pulling his head down to her shoulder, her face turning to draw him into another kiss. Just to tease him a bit more, Anne swiveled her hips in his grasp, grinding her pert little bottom back against his groin slowly. She could almost feel his breath on her cheek, like a physical caress...and it was wonderful(..-tch me wh-..).

Somewhere in the darkness of her mind, the little voice started screaming, fighting to be heard through the haze clouding her thoughts.

Instead of folding up his pocket knife again Mark set it down near the letter. He groaned softly as he felt her teasing him, rubbing up against him deliberately. His strong hands pooling down her sides resting at her waist then picking her up as his hands locked around her he began walking towards her bedroom.

The dorm room had been small, a suite meant for two but she had no room mate it seemed from the evidence that she had witnessed earlier. There was the main room and the bedroom off of it, the bathroom being one of those communal ones at the end of the hall.

So all in all this was but a two room place and it was too the second room, the bedroom before placing her back upon the floor. He urged her closer to the bed pressing kisses to her lips as they went. Hands curling up to the curve of her breasts he gave those a squeeze.

Then drawing his face away from her's enough she caught the fluttering of a smile curling up the corners of his mouth before divesting her lips with another kiss.

Aegir sensing her thoughts had felt how she let the nagging doubt go even though he could still feel it within her as if she decided that this was a dream and such things didn't matter ... of course he felt her thoughts shifting back to the point earlier in the day when he had instilled another illusion into her mind, a darker one than this.

She squeaked and giggled softly as he picked her up, wiggling her body playfully, not really putting up a fight. She kicked her slippers off as he carried her to the bedroom, twining her fingers in his hair, before letting go as he set her down again. Her feet stumbled backward as he pressed the advantage, keeping her off balance with a flurry of kisses, until the backs of her knees met the bed.

"Someone is f-fiesty-eek!" she murmured teasingly, only to squeak again as he slid his hands up to fondle her breasts. She made a face at him, bemused more than anything else, but quickly got over it as he stepped in to kiss her once more. Mmmm....better than chocolate Anne thought happily, either unwilling or unable to hear the quiet voice inside telling her to stop, to wake up before it was too late.

More than a little horny herself, she snagged her fingers in his shirt and toppled backward onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her in the process. Her arms snaked under his and hugged him tightly, drinking in the warmth of his body, and not minding at all his weight pressing down atop her (..-ewis, Lus-..). She shivered momentarily, a brief image flashing through her mind of another body pressing her into a mattress, a scarred, bloody mess of a man. No, no, it was Mark, and she was safe, happy. Grinning like a fool, she nuzzled her nose into his cheek, breathing in the scent of her love.