Sleep

Your hands slide up Sara's creamy thighs, followed by your lips, leaving a trail of kisses as your mouth follows the curve of her body. Your hands flow from her hips up her arms, back down to her plentiful breasts, and continue back to her generous hips.

A soft breathy moan escapes her lips.

You pass her breasts up so you can stare into her mesmerizing green eyes. Your mouth lowers slowly toward hers. She meets you with a hungry kiss. Your control begins to slip and you go back for more. Your lips lock with hers, and your tongues dance. Deep, greedy kisses consume both of you.

Your hand reaches down to her dripping wet sex. Your finger tease the perfect folds of her labia, slowly peeling it back to touch her clit.

"mmmmmm," she moans.

You circle, teasing under the hood, and letting your finger rub around it.

"Yes, John. Oh yeah."

You smile and slide back down her body, putting your face between her legs. You reach your mouth down to the warm, wet flesh, extending your tongue for your first taste, "Sara, I lo---"

"John?"

Your eyes snap opened. Your laying in bed, just like your remember from last night. You have a raging boner, your dream--it was a dream?--saw to that. Sara is standing over you, concern in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asks, "you were tossing and turning."

You glance down at yourself, and back at her. Vampires don't sleep, your groggy mind finally informs you.

"Sorry," you mumble, "It was just a.... dream."

She let out a sigh of relief, "Sorry to wake you then, it sounded like it was a good one."

"What--- What did I say?"

A sly smile crosses her lips, "I'm not telling."

"Wait, Sara!" you call as she dances out of your room, closing the doors behind you.

You lay flop back on the bed. I'm pretty sure I actually said it.

It takes you a few minutes to get up the will to crawl out of bed. Your cane has fallen on the ground, and you decide to try to walk without it again. The doctors would be so proud of you. You manage to get to your pile of suitcases that Lauren piled in the corner and back.

Dressed, you walk to the doors with the help of your cane. It's time to face the day.