These Dreams

Discord sighed softly as he abandoned his nightly wanderings, heading back to the abandoned apartment complex he called home. He was tired, and looking forward to relaxing, but at the same time, he was nervous about returning. SHE was there, waiting, and he couldn't help but to feel edgy around her. At first it had been the expected wary tension of two strange people forced to share accommodations, but gradually, after weeks of sharing space, it had begun to change. What he now felt was different, it was an awareness of her feminine closeness, something that made the nerves in his stomach clench and tremble with strange longings.

He paused a moment, a dark urban gargoyle, perching on a ledge with his long black duster swirling around him in the autumn breeze. Could it be that he was attracted to her?? He'd never even considered that. He couldn't see all that much, but he thought she was rather attractive. He liked the pale mint color of her skin, the darker emerald of her hair. The hair was especially fascinating. It was long, almost reaching her knees, and silky soft to the touch. He knew this because when she was recovering from the broken ribs she'd suffered at the hands of a pissed off horde of humans he had helped her with it, brushing it slowly. It had been almost hypnotic, running the brush over and through the long tresses. He had loved the way it felt as it slid over his hands and through his fingers. He blinked, imaging what it would feel like to have her hair slide over his body and he shivered slightly, stomach tightening again.

"Discord, you fool," he growled softly. "Don't even think stupid stuff like that." He gave himself a light thwap to the head and rose, flitting silently across the rooftops, racing the sun to reach his hiding place.

The streets around the building were deserted in the early morning darkness and he landed lightly on the roof, walking over to unlock the rooftop access door. Slim fingers brushed over the rail bolted to the wall as he made his way down the stairs, staying to the right to avoid the bad spots eating away at the structure. Sharp ears flicked, straining for any sounds as he made his way to the only occupied apartment in the building.

"Arashi...?" he called out softly as he opened the door. He didn't want to make the mistake again of startling her out of a sound sleep. She was as paranoid as he was, it seemed, and prone to swing first, identify later. There was no answer, so he crept into the apartment, setting all the locks behind him, listening to them all click shut. He didn't see anyone in the living room, and the kitchen was as dark as a mine, so he headed for the bedroom, booted feet treading soundlessly on worn old carpet.

He paused a moment before the bathroom, toeing the boots off and hanging his heavy duster on the heavy duty hooks he'd hammered into the wall studs, stretching now that the extra weight was off of him. The white t-shirt was as worn as the rest of his clothing, thin with age and excessive wear. The deep green of his skin almost showed through, as did the pink area of his abdominals. His faded jeans molded to his legs and hips lovingly, themselves as worn and comfortable as the shirt. Sock covered feet made no sound as he approached the bedroom, wondering if she was still sleeping.

He pushed the door open slowly, nearly sightless eyes narrowed as he tried to make out details in the dim early morning light. He could see a slender body lying on the bed, a worn blanket covering her against the predawn chill. Di crept closer to the bed, making a face at the cinderblocks holding up the worn box spring. It had been the best he could do, since he had been unable to find any metal bedrails, much less a head or footboard. It worked well enough, but he wished that he had better to offer her.

Discord stopped at the side of the bed, looking down at the sleep softened face of the young woman resting in his bed. She really was quite lovely, even if he could see only the faintest blur of her features. He lifted a hand, hesitating a moment, then leaned over, carefully brushing a long, loose lock of deep emerald hair from her face. He jumped guiltily when she stirred, shifting her position. Her cheek rubbed his hand, making him yank his hand back. She wouldn't like it if she knew he was taking liberties.

Arashi sighed, body relaxing as she slid back into a deep sleep. Di relaxed a bit at that, the corner of his mouth turning up just a bit. He reached over again, letting his knuckles brush her cheek. He knew that he was taking advantage just a bit, but he couldn't help himself. That unsettled feeling was back in his stomach, but he ignored it. Her head turned the smallest bit, leaning into his hand, and he felt his cheeks warm. God, but she was lovely...

She shifted again, the blanket sliding down, pooling just below her breasts and he stared a moment at the forbidden mounds barely covered by one of his thin white shirts. "Ah, god," he murmured softly, narrowed eyes watching as her body reacted to the cool early morning air. He knew that she considered herself unattractive because of the scars that covered her body, but he didn't agree. The scar were only skin deep, and her loveliness went past that. He just wished that she could see herself as he did. But if she did, would she even want to be around someone like him?

He sighed softly, finger tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She'd never give him the time of day if she wasn't forced to rely on him. She didn't have anyone else to help her on this forsaken planet. But he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. He looked down at her again, fingertips tracing the thread thin line of the scars on her throat. She'd beat the hell out of him if she knew he was touching her. The problem was, he was almost convinced it would be worth it.

He gingerly lowered himself down on the side of the bed, looking at her again. She was so much more than he could ever deserve, but he could dream. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her, and he swallowed as he ran a finger over the neckline of the shirt. If he stopped now, it would be all right. He wouldn't have done all that much wrong. He could just get up and walk away, consider all this just a bit of early morning madness brought on by lack of sleep.

Di almost jumped out of his skin when she moved again, murmuring something softly as she curled against him. He took a slow breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. He really should get up, right now, walk away and go back into the living room. He could sleep on the couch. He'd done so many times before. But even as he argued with himself, he couldn't bring himself to move.

His hand seemed to move of its own volition, fingertips sliding over her shoulder, brushing her hair back from her face again. He felt his stomach tighten as they moved lower, along her throat, then slid lower still, barely brushing the swell of her breast. Her body reacted to the light touch instantly, a nipple jutting up beneath the thin white cotton of her shirt. Discord bit back a groan at that as his own body reacted to the sight, nether regions tightening.Dammit... I've got to stop. Right now! he told himself fiercely.

He moved his hand, intending to pull away, but one finger brushed the hardened peak. His eyes widened slightly as she moved, a soft sigh escaping as her back arched just a bit. He closed his eyes, fighting for control.This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, he chanted over and over in his head. He opened his eyes, letting out a breath slowly and started to rise from the bed.

A slender hand closed over his and he turned, startled, dim eyes widening. He looked down to find that Arashi's hand was on his, holding him from rising. "Arashi..." he whispered, swallowing hard.

Her eyes were barely open, amber slits in the faint light. "Di," she said softly. "Touch me."

His head swam at that, unable to believe his own ears. "A-are you sure?" he stammered, hardly able to believe his own ears. She responded wordlessly, moving his hand, placing it atop her breast. Di's pulse slammed in his ears, making him feel almost lightheaded for a moment, then he flexed his fingers, feeling the plush mound of flesh beneath his hand, the hardened nipple brushing his palm. He could feel his own reaction, groin tightening painfully, and he fought to control it. He moved his hand, sliding it a bit lower, fingertips finding her taut peak, rubbing over it slowly. She sighed softly at that, eyes sliding closed, giving herself over to him. Di could hardly believe what he was seeing, feeling, touching. It was like a dream come true.

He lowered his head, lips brushing over the cotton covered nub, back and forth, feeling it grow even harder. His lips parted, then closed over the sensitive flesh, tongue flicking over it, the shirt growing damp beneath his lips. Arashi made a small sound, back arching, fingers plucking at the sheets. Di looked up at that, a low rumble growing in the back of his throat. He turned his attention back to her breast, nipping lightly, smirking when she moaned. His hand slid down her side, finding the end of the t-shirt, then her panties, rubbing over the curve of her hip, boldened by her response.

She wriggled against him and he moved, straddling her hips and leaning down, intent on capturing her lips. The distance between them closed, his lips only centimeters from hers. His breath caught as she raised up, pressing her mouth to his. His lips parted, feasting upon her mouth, tongue darting out to taste her. It was almost explosive and he felt as though the earth itself moved.Ye gods... Then he realized that the earth actually WAS moving.

Di's eyes popped open, startled, nails digging into the weathered concrete as he caught himself only seconds before falling off the ledge he was perched on. "What the HELL?!" he snarled, looking around. On the street below, a car was in flames, having blown up only moment earlier. The sound of rapid gunfire echoed off the street, gang members running for cover, some of them dropping in the middle of the road.

Discord cursed steadily, turning and climbing up the wall. He sighed softly, the pleasant remnants of the dream still in his mind's eye.It figures, it WAS all a dream, he thought, as he traversed the rooftops, heading home. But perhaps, one day, he'd work up the nerve to approach her. And then maybe, just maybe, dreams could become reality.