Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Hello again:) This chapters longer because I needed a way to show how the dreams link, which I found hard. I don’t own lod, remember? Good. Oh, and if you can’t find Albert, it’s because he’s bound and gagged in my room. Toodles!

That night, Manda fell asleep, expecting for her dream lover to return. But instead, she found herself in the middle of a location that was so foggy, she couldn’t figure out where it was at first. But after looking for a minute or two, she managed to identify stars above her, and what looked to be a field around her.
Albert was quite confused also. He noticed the stars right off, and the field, but not the exact area. It wasn’t around his castle, or the area around the town, for sure. And the fact that he was lost did annoy him…it was an area he didn’t know, and he was in it.
They both were at different ends, but of course, they didn’t know that, they thought they were alone in a field. Alone and lost, they might add. And the fog didn’t look like it was going to clear anytime soon. So both just walked to the nearest object they could lean on. In Albert’s case, that was a rock. In Manda’s, it was a tree.
And then, curious, Manda got up to explore where she was. Hell, if she was stuck here, she should figure out her surroundings, right? So she walked, unknowingly, directly where he was. And then she bumped into a solid object, and tripped. ‘Ouch’ she thought to herself. But then she felt as if someone were watching her, and turned around. And blinked. There, on the rock behind her, sat Albert, of all people. The object she had tripped over-his legs.
He had sat down and tried to relax and try to go to sleep, but then remembered-you can’t sleep in a dream. So he just leaned against the rock, and closed his eyes. He’d just managed to completely get engrossed in a daydream when someone very familiar to him tripped over his legs, jolting him back to reality. There was the very object of his dreams, sitting right in front of him, blushing the brightest shade of red he’d ever seen.
‘Oh my God, oh my God, I just made a fool out of myself in front of him…’ And she could feel herself blushing. But then again, after those dreams, she couldn’t blame herself, could she? But having done that right in front of him, actually, over him, made it even worse. ‘I’ve really got to pay more attention in front of me from now on’ she thought to herself. ‘Even if it isn’t him, it’s embarrassing…’
He got up, and knelt in front of her. "Are you okay?" That’s when he realized something; he could actually talk in this dream. She nodded her head yes. "Who are you?"
"Manda. And you’re Albert, right?" "Yes. I was just wondering if I could get a name from you, since we obviously can’t speak except for now." Her eyes widened, and her blush returned. "Then you’ve been having odd dreams too? But I thought they were dreams…they couldn’t be real, obviously, if I don’t know what you dreamed."
He was staring at her, and he knew it. ‘She’s so cute when she’s blushing, and she actually seems to look even better in a regular dream where we can actually talk…’ "Um, Albert, what are you looking at? Hey, earth to Albert, can you come back here please?" He seemingly snapped out of his trance and paid attention again.
She thought he was staring behind her, but was way off track. She didn’t know what his dreams were about, but she had a feeling she knew the basic idea of it. Especially with the way he kept looking. He looked like his was off somewhere else completely. And then she felt herself being pulled towards, and his lips on hers.
His lips on hers, as she leaned forward and wrapped her legs around waist, enjoying her position where she was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and quickly got rid of the cape. Then her hands went downwards and pulled his shirt over his head.
He moaned weakly as she twisted herself slightly on his lap, at the same time nipping his bottom lip so she could gain access to his mouth. And then she shoved him backward onto the ground, pinning him there. ‘I could most definitely endure no sleep for a long time if it meant getting this more often’ he thought, but it didn’t stay in his mind for long. Her hands skimmed down his chest, downward to his belt, and she removed that.
Her mind, all the while, was telling her this was seriously warped. Here she was, making out with the one man she thought was handsome, when in reality she couldn’t get a boyfriend at all. ‘But then again, I could handle this being warped, couldn’t I?’ She added to her list of odd thoughts for the day.
She pressed her lips against his, and just about when he was teasing her mouth open so he could slip his tongue in, she moved one hand down past his chest, waist, and then brushed it against the bulge in his pants. He moaned, and she added more pressure to the area, eliciting a gasp. And then she could hear him, in the middle of another gasp, say ‘inside’. She smirked, and still keeping her hand there, she whispered in his ear. Through half closed eyelids, he could see the smirk on her face, and knew how much she was enjoying having the upper hand. ‘Well, she’d better enjoy it while she has it…’
His thoughts were cut off as she slipped her hand inside his pants, and rubbed against his erection. Manda smirked, and then thought about something she’d read in quite a few romance books. She released her hold, and sat up. She then removed his boots, pants, and boxers. She also noted the fact that, all the while, his eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. She doubted he’d felt her taking his undergarments off.
She leant back over him, and decided to test him. "Albert?" His eyes opened, but only enough to see a glimpse of hazel before he closed them again. She went back to rubbing her hands up and down his erection, but slowly went downwards until-
Hazel eyes shot back open as she took his erection in her mouth, doing the same thing her hands had been doing a moment before, but this time with her mouth. He groaned, and attempted to collect himself from releasing-even in the dream before, he’d thought it wrong of him to do that. But, he realized quickly enough, there was no way whatsoever he’d be able to take his mind off that.
She could tell that he was forcing himself inwards for a short time, but then his moans came back-except heavier and harder this time. He gasped, and unwillingly felt his body arch upward into her mouth and release. He fell back to the ground to collect himself for a minute, and then rolled himself over to the side where she was laying, landing his body straight on hers, and propping one arm down so he could keep his weight off her. She blinked, but didn’t do anything otherwise.
He pressed his lips against hers, opening his mouth so there tongues could mingle, but then leaned back so he could pull her shirt
over her head. And then the bra-except he ended up needing her help with that. And then he pushed her down gently, and pressed his lips against hers. He trailed kisses down to her neck, which he nipped at, and then kissed over it, and then down to her chest.
He pushed his mouth to one side, nipping and teasing it as she writhed and moaned, and then paid the same attention to the other one. He then leaned back and over her, pulling her sneakers off, and then her pants and underwear. He pressed his lips against hers, and then whispered to her if she wanted him to finish this, and he got a weak yes for an answer.
‘Any time now, and I’m going to wake up…’ he thought vaguely before pressing his lips to hers, and opening his mouth against hers. ‘Any time…’ he brought one hand downward to brace his body even more. And still he didn’t feel himself waking up.
Her hands wrapped upwards, yanking out his hairpiece so she could rake her fingers through his hair, and he thrust down. He gasped, and he heard her whimper weakly. He slowed down and brought himself into a slow and steady rhythm, which she quickly matched.
Manda gasped, and arched upward as he released into her. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire. And then he slowed down, and his hair created a small canopy around their faces before he flipped it backwards. He rolled off her, and ended up facing her, right next to her. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, as well as his. "I didn’t wake up this time…" he said slightly. She smirked. "And that’s a problem for you because of what?"
He smiled. "You know, these dreams are better when you can speak. And I do believe that you look better than in the usual dreams." She smacked him playfully. "Flirt. And it is better when I can actually use my voice…" She said this just before she closed her eyes. And then she woke up in her bed, to that damned alarm clock.
What she didn’t notice was the grass on the floor. And the fact that dreams often can become reality…