Always the Same

It's always the same...

I'm falling from a great height. The air is dark and cold. The sound of the wind whistling past my ears is the only thing I can hear. I'm having a hard time catching my breath so I can't make a sound as I plunge in the darkness. Suddenly, below me, a blinding flash lights up the darkness. I open my mouth...

"NO!" I screamed as I sat up.
The sheets pooled under my naked breasts. I'm breathing hard-my lungs wouldn't fill up with air. A hand reached over and touched my shoulder. I shrieked again.

"Was it the dream again, sweetheart?" Seto asked as he pulled me to his bare chest. Unable to answer, I simply nodded. I heard the pounding of his heart beneath my ear. I frightrened him too, it seemed. Concerned, he began to gently rub my back in an effort to calm me down.

"I don't understand," his voice rumbled. "It's been months since you've had the dream. Why now?".

My fingers uncurled from under my chin. They were wet. I touched my face and realized I had been crying. When was the last time I cried in my sleep-I couldn't remember. I carefully reached up and placed two fingers on Seto's lips to halt the words.

"Love me...please. I need you." I whispered.

"I do, with all my heart. You know that." he answered.

"No-love me. Help me forget."

I reached up to craddle the face of the one man who saved me from myself. He had helped me find a part of my soul I had given up for lost long ago.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Help me forget again. When you take me in your arms, it's easy."

Seto looked into my eyes. He traced the tracks of my tears, frustrated because it was beyond his power to banish them. He leaned over and kissed my lips softly, repeatedly, until I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. His hands were everywhere on my body-he followed the scars left behind from my old life. But, in spite of the scars and the past, he loved me anyway.

I felt as my body heated beneath his caresses. I felt the last residue of the dream fade as desire took over. I felt the familiar hunger overtake my senses, but it was mthanthan a physical need. His hands moved lower and lower until his fingers gently touched the core of my womanhood. I couldn't stand it no longer.

I pushed Seto down until he lay on his back. I could see the evidence of his own desire and how I had affected him. My hands glided acros the muscular planes of his body until I reached his loins. I positioned my body above his and slowly impaled myself on him. No matter how many times I did that, the filling sensation was always intense. I rocked back and forth, changing the speed and the angle his body made to mine. My need for completion had built to a mind-numbing, soul searing ache that had to be shared. With one final thrust, I shuddered as my climax ran rampant with Seto not too far behind. I felt his release deep in my body and knew he was satisfied as well. I collapsed on top of him.

"Feeling better?" he drawled as he moved my body next to his on the bed. Drained, I nodded. Seto kissed the top of my head.

"Try to get a little more rest. We still have that appointment later."

I drifted off and remembered.