Tarvek almost felt disappointed. Of course this was another dream. How could it be anything else? There was no way that Gil could be holding him like that. By rights, he would be pushing him away in horror and disgust. He closed his eyes, pressing closer. Oh, well. He would enjoy it anyway. One hand slid into the mess that Gil called his hair, the other dropping to run over his broad chest. He hoped he wouldn't wake up too soon. That was always so frustrating...