Dreaming Again

Diclaimer: All copyrights belong to Marvel Comics and the writers of X-Men. I receive no profit from my writng of fan fiction and do so only for enjoyment value.

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Dreaming Again


I smiled as I inhaled the rich smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Looking around the recently tidied kitchen of the small house I was renting, I realized that I had timed my clean-up well. I pulled off my old-fashioned apron and tucked my tank top into my brightly colored gypsy skirt. I frowned as I discovered dry cookie dough still on my hands and under my bracelets. At the sink, I washed my hands and hesitated over removing the bracelets. Beautifully crafted metal, I knew that they held a secret inside. My old friend,Forge,had custom made them for me and they enabled me to shield my mind from the even the most powerful of psychics.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was early afternoon and therefore it should be safe to remove them for just a moment. As I pressed the hidden catch of one and the bracelet fell to the counter, I felt the air still around me, as if it was waiting. Calling myself fanciful, I released the other bracelet. As it fell, so did I. I crumpled to the tile floor as blackness washed over me.

I opened my eyes and peered through the darkness, I saw a bed-not my sink- in front of my kneeling figure.I heard the restless rustle of sheets and the deep tortured moan of the man sleeping deeply in the dark. I did not need my sight to know who it was and I tried to decide what to do. I knew that I couldn't leave, he had pulled me wide awake into his dream. The power of his subconscious mind frightened me. Years ago, before the bracelets, we both would have to be asleep and instead he would come and invade my dreams.

I sighed, knowing he would hate himself if he ever knew how often in the past he had forced himself into my mind in his sleep.He even had come when he was involved with other women, not realizing his dreams were real to the two of us and hurting me when he was telling me of his romantic troubles. Other nights when we talked, I would enjoy it as he shared his problems and concerns in a way he never did when we were "really" together. Often, though, there was no talking as he moved over and on me, his feverish, roving, hands trying to hold onto me as if even his subconscious remembered pushing me away, out of his life so long ago.

I hestitated only a moment before climbing onto the bed, acknowledging to myself there was no decision to make; just the instinct to comfort the only man that I had ever truly loved.

"Hello baby, it's been too long." I said sofly, crouching over his restless body. He stilled as he woke, but not fully as my knees were still on a sinfully deep matress-not on cold kitchen tiles.

"Amy?" he sleepily asked, using his pet name for me. Not waiting for an answer, his strong hands found me in the dark, pulling me down against him. In a tangle of sheets, he rolled me under him, using his weight to pin me there.

"Why?" he accused me in a harsh voice. "Why did you leave? Why were you gone and I couldn't find you?" *Why did you shut me out?"* This last was shouted in my mind. As his mind met mine, I felt his power encompass me, almost pushing me into unconsciousness with the intensity of his will.

I whimpered and shifted under him. My hands reached up to stroke his skin, moving over muscles more developed than I remembered.

His mind gentled and pulled back to sofly surround mine as his head dipped in the dark to blindly find me. His mind might have gentled, but his lips were hard and savage as he devoured my mouth. His tongue forced it's way in and tangled with mine as he re-explored. His hands burrowed into my hair to hold my head still and his mind sent the pins I had used to secure my hair while I baked, into the far corners of the room. The sheet and my clothes disappeared as well.

I shamelessly arched up into him, writhing to rub my breasts and sensitive nipples against his hardness. I rejoyced in the rasp of his chest hair against my skin. My hands grasped his shoulders and my nails dug in as I tried to lever myself closer to him.

That must have gotten his attention, for he growled in my ear, causing me to shiver.

"Oh no, my hellcat. I'm in charge here." I felt my hands stretched and pinned above my head into the pillows. I know he used his mind because his fingers were still gripping my skull fiercely. I heard him panting and then his warm breath in my ear.

"Bastard." I hissed, writhing under him. "You would remember that."

He chuckled and I knew deep inside that it had been a long time since he had laughed.

He raised himself up onto his elbows and began to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue, before sucking my earlobe and nipping it.

I made a protesting noise that we both knew I didn't mean. I braced my feet flat against the mattress. I arched my hips and ground them into his hardness. My pubic hair stroked his quivering shaft where it curved up against his stomach. It jumped and I continued to move against him.

He growled deep in his throat and began to trail sharp bites down my neck, laving them afterwards with his tongue. He used his mind to press my hips and legs flat against the bed, and slowly spread my thighs wide to settle between them. I couldn't move.

This time my protesting noise was real and he answered by biting the curve of my breast. He shifted down, dragging his erection down my belly settle againt my nest of hair. I groaned and tried to bow my body upwards, using my heels and he laughed again as he turned his attention back to my breasts. Bracing most of his weight on his forearms, his long fingers grasped the sides of my breasts, pushing them together and plumping them up to his waiting mouth. With no further preliminaries, he greedily sucked a nipple and drew it deep into his mouth. I wailed and arched my shoulders upwards into his face as much as my pinned arms and hands allowed.

He chuckled and bit my nipple before turning his attention to the other. His large hands were kneading my soft flesh. He began to switch back and forth between my nipples, sucking, pulling, and biting as he ground his hips and hard cock against my aching core. He used one of his knees to force my legs wider, forgetting to use his mind and I was reminded that this was a dream and I prayed that we wouldn't wake anytime soon.

I ceased to think anything at all, only feel as I felt the broad head of him nudge into my entrance, then pause. I was burning and empty and pleaded and cursed him to continue. But, all he did was release his grip on my breasts and slide his palms up under my sides to curve around my shoulders. With a powerful heave of muscles and a deep grunt, he slammed home inside of me to the hilt. I felt his coarse pubic hair grind into my softer curls and wonder if he was going to move as he stilled while buried inside of me. He groaned in my hair and finally started to thrust his hips in short, savage digs. Most of his weight was on me, his body pushing and pinning me and I didn't care. I heard him grunting and muttering things that weren't sweet and romantic but my name was used and I smiled in the dark as he worked his cock in and out of me with uncaring force. He was concentrating on reaching his climax and forgot to hold my legs with his mind so I was finally able to wrap them around him as he came with a loud groan, his seed shooting deep into me. My arms were able to hold him, when he had released them, I didn't know. I didn't care that I didn't come, because sometimes making love is about the intimacy and not the orgasm. As he recoved from his powerful release, I stroked the back of his head, down his shoulders, and back to gently knead the base of his spine. Even in his dreams he still had the scars.

He soflty said, "God, how I have missed you Amelia."

And I replied, "I'm here. From now on, I will always be here for you....Charles, my love."

The End

Note: To those who remember reading about Amelia Voight, the professional nurse, love and former fiance'(and mutant herself). I don't know what happened to her after she was an Acolyte of Magneto's on his asteroid. But, in my fantasy world she is alive and "Chuckie" deserves to "get some".