Tension

Not long after you find yourself in the room in question, which is just as advertised, a modest space as well equipped as any other dormitory. In fact, it might be a little nicer and you'll actually have some privacy for once. You honestly can't believe how nice your hosts have been so far, especially considering you didn't really know any of them before the previous evening. Were you not so naive you'd likely be more suspicious of their intentions, after all, it's rare to come across a non-transactional favor. Maybe you really are that naive or just still dazed from the whirlwind of events you've been through, either way, you've blindly accepted their offer. At least for now. It is still only a short term agreement and you should be on your own again soon enough. Or that's what you keep telling yourself while trying to ignore the nagging inclination that your time here has only just begun.

Shaking your head, you debate putting what meager belongs you have on hand in the set of drawers to the side of the room. Just when you decide to reach for your backpack you're met with a dizzying wave of lightheadedness. You noticed this morning you were feeling a bit weak but had chalked it up to inadvertently missing dinner the previous evening. Now you can't help wondering if you're coming down with something. The room does appear to be growing colder and your muscles seem to tire with each minuscule exertion. Groaning lightly, you take a hesitant seat on the surprisingly soft mattress intending to only rest for a second. However, with each passing moment the desire to stretch out becomes undeniable and you're all but compelled to lie back. Your weary form easily sinks into the supple material which seems to envelope you like a warm hug. Despite your better judgment you allow your eyes to drift closed while pulling one of the blankets around your shivering figure.

At first it's hard to sleep despite how utterly drained you feel. However, after a bit of light tossing and turning your mind finally settles. Soon you find yourself lost in a dark hazy vision that seems to ebb and flow in a distorted manner before finally settling into a slightly more coherent display. Initially you're met with more of a feeling than visuals. The soft blankets around you now feel like warm hands caressing and stroking your body. It feels as though you're intertwined with a person or perhaps persons. Groaning in pleasure, you can feel taut, sinewy muscles beneath your own fingertips as you reach out blindly. A light flush covers your cheeks at your own boldness, however, you quickly reassure yourself it's no more than a realistic dream. Rather than pull away from the indulgent scene you decide to lean into it. After all, you can't remember the last time you felt this good consciously or otherwise. Arching into the touch you feel it continue to spread throughout your body and some of it move southward.

It's still hard to make out some of the details visually, however, your senses are nearing overload. Another moan escapes your lips and you're subconsciously aware of it sounding out in the real world as well. However, you're far too distracted to care as your pleasure continues to build. As it does the vision starts becoming just a little bit clearer and you think you can start making out forms around you. Just as they come into focus you're met with an immense surge of longing. Somehow through the haze you're able to make out two of the figures before you. Your blush deepens as your hooded eyes dreamily flit between them. To your left you see Aden's sharp, angular features followed by his pale eyes. On the right is the rugged intruder, Ash, his own emerald stare peering down from beneath a dark, slightly furrowed brow. Your chest rises and falls deeply as you feel their intense gazes and the heating that seems to be radiating from them. The same uncomfortable feeling of being torn between the two leaves you momentarily immobile. Finally, you turn and lock eyes with the stronger of your desires.

" I want you .."

"What?"

Your eyes fly open in surprise at the sound of an audible response and you struggle to sit up. A hand quickly lands on either of your arms steadying you and keeping you in place. Your face feels flushed with heat as once again your gaze flits between the two men from your dreams, now very real and standing on either side of your bed.

"Please, miss Ford." Aden speaks up quickly, his hand still wrapped around your slim shoulder. "Don't exert yourself, you've got a high fever."

"Yeah," Ash grumbles in from the other side, releasing his tight grip from your arm as he speaks. "You're all sweaty and burning up."

"A fever?" You're still slightly disoriented from the sudden rousing. "But I'm freezing..."

You see the men exchange a look before you feel a hand against your forehead. Your eyes briefly drift closed again at the sudden resumption of the gentle touch. The constant subtle shiver running through your figure is the only thing keeping you from drifting back asleep.

"I'll get you another blanket." Aden assures you before withdrawing his hand.

"You know," A voice suddenly speaks up from the other end of the room. "Bodies are the best conductors of heat."

"Shut up Kaleb!" Both men at your side snap simultaneously.

You're certain even were you not already flushed from the fever your face would still be just as crimson. Sinking deeper into the bed, you resist the urge to pull the covers over your head. Thankfully, not soon after then men agree they should let you get some more rest. Aden brings you another blanket as promised and a few minutes later you've drifted back to sleep. This time your dreams are more of a disjointed retelling of the past few weeks' events all muddled together. It's a bit confusing, however, you feel like you're finally able to get some much needed rest.