In The Middle

They meet in secret, underneath a tree that is large enough to house a family below its wide and dappled leaves. It is not the first time they have met like this and so when their eyes lock, they know exactly what the other is thinking and what they should do.

Their lips find each other's in the middle.

His hands make their way to her waist, instinctively pulling her closer so that she grinds against him. He groans into her mouth and she smiles that mysterious smile that drives him crazy every time.

Her fingers run through his hair and pull his head down to meet hers once more, harder this time and more urgent.

There's a knock on the door.

"John?"

He stirs from his sleep and opens his eyes, blinking a few times. Monica is standing in the doorway to his room, concerned chestnut eyes studying him.

"Monica?"

She takes his response as an invitation to enter and makes her way to the side of his bed.

"How are you doing?" she asks him.

When he looks blankly at her, she explains. "You sounded like you were having a nightmare."

His face turns red at the thought that she heard him expressing his dream aloud.

"Yeah," he agrees, carefully. "Some nightmare."

A small smile reaches Monica's face before she turns and leaves and he wonders if she actually knew what he was dreaming about.