Dreams

The room was just beginning to grow light, a sliver of wan silver morning light falling across the end of the bed. Everything seemed black and white, shadows creeping across the room, entwined with the light as it whispered to the light seductively. Her hair spilled chaotically across the pillowcase, long dark tresses that glinted with sheens of red in the faded light. Shadows played across the ceiling darkly, fading the room to a sullen gray darkness with just enough light. The sheets were black on her pale bare skin, black silk that held a warm coolness, silky dangerous luxury. Just like him.

She turned over on her side, watching her hair as it fell across the pillow like a long dark shadow. Her hair curled in the mornings, the long tresses curling in perfect spirals until she would comb it, pulling apart the chaotic beauty with the harsh silver bristles, untangling the beautiful mass and straightening it into the reality of life. But this was her time; the time curled under luxurious black sheets in dark rooms, the time when her hair curled wildly and things were not exactly real--but they were right.

She traced the pattern the folds made across the bed idily, her fingers against the cool silk. Her fingernails ran lightly over him, tracing the pattern of his spine that made him shiver in his sleep. She smiled at that--he looked so vunerable when he was asleep, so innocent and angelic. She turned her hand over, running the flat side of her fingernails down his back, tracing his spine luxuriously, slowly. His skin was soft, softer than the silk sheets, cool and smooth and warm and alive. He would never let her do this while he was awake. His hair was silky, surprisingly heay, and cool as she stroked it away from his forehead, the silver soft and silky.

Playing with him. Learning him.

Learning every contour of his face as she traced it with her fingertips, something she'd wanted to do for so long. Learning his shoulders and his neck with her fingertips and lips, lightly brushed down the soft smooth skin, her tongue running down the side of his neck deliciously. Learning his chest, running fingers across it gently, learning his back as her fingers traced his spine, curving down to his lower back. Tracing his outline with her finger under black silk sheets, making him turn in his sleep.

Later, after he'd woken, she'd take him in her arms and tease him, light, brief kisses with a hint of passion that left him helpless in her arms, begging for more. Light kisses down hs shoulders and neck, him lying so still she could feel his heart beat as she traced his neck with her tongue, feeling him shiver underneath her, shiver until he couldn't stand anymore and would turn on her, keeping her mouth on his and her tongue occupied with a passion that she reveled in. But now ,he was asleep, and she would learn him. her foot against his foot, skin touching and tingling and feeling with the warm comfort of each other that would make everything right.

She moved closer towards him, her hair trailing behind her on the pale pillows, the merest hint of red beginning to show through as the light grew from the crack in the heavy curtains. She rested her head on his shoulder, in the hollow of his neck, and he put one arm around her. He looked at her, and in the darkness his eyes shone silver-blue, cold and hard and beautiful and with the faintest touch of emotion, but only when he looked at her.

"Good morning," she murmured, cuddling against him, but there was no answer.

Because even in her dreams, he never answered her.