Tired of endlessly waiting on a lover who was always a silhouette and never a reality, I collapsed into bed, wishing away the long day. It didn’t take long for sleep to pull me under, and once again, I was met by a familiar, soft presence.

  We were on water. No, in a yacht, silk sheets surrounding us. The woman was behind me, and I arched against her, feeling breath against my skin, fingers tracing my belly.

  I know you need it, Charlotte, I felt her say in that way of dreams.

  Lower, I thought, desperate, aching. If she would just touch me, please dear god. Lips caressed the side of my neck, another hand traced a nipple then squeezed, wringing a gasp out of me.

  Just like that. Oh dear god, yes. Please, please, more.

  She flipped me over and was on top of me, kissing me with demand, breasts heaving against mine, hips moving like I wanted. More, dear god, I needed more.

  And she answered. I was wet, and nothing mattered but the feel of her between my legs, stroking, stoking, teasing me into an inferno.

  “Ah! Please!” I begged, uncaring of how I sounded. I needed release, and I needed it now. She never let me down. Every time she met me in dreams, my lover found all the ways I wanted to be touched, and two fingers sank into the core of my wetness, thumb sliding over my clit, glory exploding through my body.

  I pushed against her, arching, bucking, begging for relief. Then there were lips on my nipples and stars in my eyes, and when I thought I might die if I didn’t come, I broke, screaming, but not knowing her name.

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  I woke with a start, hand between my legs, but not finished the way I needed. Lube and a little pressure solved that problem, and I sank against my pillow smiling and drifting, knowing that she’d been there.

  Still a silhouette, but mine, even so.

  - Ayela Scarsdale, Moons Dancing, (2859)

  I picked up my pad, smirking and satisfied, wondering if Cora was as finished as I was. I’d brushed my teeth and gotten in bed with the lights off, buck naked, and wishing she was with me. I’d re-read that dream of Charlotte’s from Moons Dancing since I hadn’t read it in awhile.

  The whole idea of Cora reading it and touching herself was enough to drive me to a frenzy, so I’d had no trouble getting hot, and damn! It was good. As good as you could get without having your actual girlfriend in bed with you.

  Sam: You there?

  Cora: Was just about to msg you

  Sam: Was it good?

  Cora: As could as you can get alone

  Sam: me too

  Cora: damn, that makes me so hot. I could go a second round.

  Sam: let’s do it. Just thinking about you makes me want more.

  Cora: Signing off. Ping me later.

  Sam: Oh dear god, this is so hot.

  Cora: I can’t wait another second

  I thought of Cora touching herself and slid lubed fingers where I needed them. God, I wanted to see her face when she came again. The way she whimpered with need as she got close to the edge. Her body tightening around my fingers. It took a bit more vigor, but I broke again, chest heaving. And desperate for that woman to be in bed with me.

  Sam: I think I only miss you more now. Wish I was holding you.

  Cora: Don’t make me cry. I already am dying to be with you and wanna cancel my rehearsals and catch the first airship out there.

  Sam: It won’t be long. Couple days, and we’ll be in Denver.

  Cora: Doesn’t help at the mo’

  Sam: Then I’ll have to figure out this dreaming thing and come for a visit.

  Cora: You better.

  Sam: ??

  Cora: I don’t wanna say goodnight, but I’m starting to drift.

  Sam: Good. I’ll talk to you soon. Sleep tight.

  Cora: “And stick your ass to your mouth.”

  Sam: MOZART!

  Cora: you knew!!

  Sam: you betcha!

  Cora: best girlfriend ever!

  Sam: don’t you forget it.

  Cora: see you in my dreams

  Sam: I’m already there.

  Cora: ??

  Sam: ??

  And I floated into the sleep of the peaceful, forgetting everything but the feeling of Cora wrapped around me, body and soul.