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First time writing for anything else besides Sailor Moon. I apologize in advance for the nightmare this is. Please bear with me.
It's the same every night. The brush of lips, the moan echoing in her ear as her dream lover arches against her. Wanting, begging for her and her alone to bring them to ecstasy. Hands run gentle through her hair before they search out her core making her breath catch.
Slowly her lover brings her to the brink before sending her off that proverbial cliff, then as quickly as they come they fade away.
Brooke leans against the door. A small smile as she runs her finger against her lips as the taste of Sam's lips linger.