Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
Some logical part of her brain was screaming at her to stop, that it wasn't supposed to happen this way...that he was supposed to love her too, not just lust after her. She didn't know what was the truth, and what was just some figment of her overactive imagination. She'd always had a penchant for bringing the creations of her mind to life, but this was almost too much like reality. Even through the haze of alcohol, she knew it.
Even still, she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. There was a part of her that wanted this to be real, even if it wasn't. A part of her that thought this would be her only chance and she would have to grab it while she could. The Stephen she knew wouldn't have whispered that poem in her ear...wouldn't have kissed her back like it was all he'd ever dreamed about doing. No, the Stephen she knew didn't love her like that.
She slipped out of her shirt easily as he pulled, and found that for a moment, she was unsure of herself. Not because she didn't want this, but because Stephen had never seen her in a state of undress quite like that before. For that moment, she wondered if he liked what he saw. But this was a dream, right? A very vivid dream. So by all rights, he should like the whole view, from the lace of her bra to the soft smoothness of her skin. She fumbled slightly as she unbuttoned the front of his shirt, pushing the sides over to run her hands up over his chest. She leaned down against him, her head spinning a bit, but she didn't think much of it. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his neck...her fingers tracing over his ribs. Godric, she loved him...