I drifted slowly out of the dream. You know how it is when you're not quite awake, but you're not quite asleep? Well, that's how it was. I was reliving the last of the dream- it was something odd, involved a feather- that's all I'll say. Anyway, I drifted out of it slowly. The first thing I was aware of was skin. There was warm skin under my hand. My fingers tightened, almost without conscious effort on my part, and tingles ran through my arm. They led to more awareness. Slowly, I woke to the knowledge that I was wrapped securely around my lover. I could say that now, because he was. Even after, oh- must be three sectons now, I still was amazed by this development. I found the energy to move my fingers on puropse this time, and traced them lightly across his chest. Hmmmm... that felt good. His skin was slightly raspy under my fingers, just enough to encourage more sensations to stream through my nerves and directly into my groin. I could scarcely believe how much he turned me on. I mean, really- all this time I'd watched him and wanted him, true, but I had been unable to imagine the... the... spectacular wonderfulness of really being with him. My fingers traced down his chest to his navel, slowly stroking up and down, up and down... I sighed and snuggled closer. So beautiful, and all mine... amazing. What had I ever done to deserve such happiness?

Thoughts of what we had done before falling asleep in sheer exhausted bliss faded slowly into a warm, mellow glow. My stroking hand lodged against his hip and stayed there, but I couldn't find enough energy to set it in motion again. Besides, there was always the morning... why disturb him now? He wasn't going anywhere. I smiled, then drifted back to sleep.