"I dream about you too," she said, moving to sit at the foot of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube, still holding the strap-on, slapping it a bit threateningly against the palm of her other hand. "You're better in the flesh, it's incredibly difficult to come in your dreams." Or perhaps that was just her, not that that was the important thing, but there was nothing she'd ever dreamt about that he was perfectly capable of doing in life. Maybe she just didn't have as vivid an imagination.
"I do," she confirmed. "You think you can take it then?"