Thursday, June 17, 2010

Nostalgicmiss Week 6 Entry: Somnium


Nostalgicmiss' Choice: Both


The material of the red dress clung to my body as though it was made for me. It was made of a thin sheer fabric that flowed with every step I made, dancing in the the light whispers of the wind as it touched my body and danced around the border it created.

The ballet slippers had me on my toes, my legs extending gracefully as I sprang over the rock formations with ease. I could feel every indentation and smooth rise of the boulder beneath me as I closed my eyes.

Pushing up onto my toes, I could feel the chill in the air that surrounded me, I could smell the brine from the sea. The only noise was the slap from the oars of a row boat that passed by lazily about a hundred feet from where I was stood, so it was easy to find my concentration as I let the song replay in my memory.

"Are you ready?" he asked, the impatience in his tone making my eyes snap open.

His body was perfectly rigid, the lines of his muscles defined as the wind pushed his shirt against his body. His thighs rippled as he poised in position. He rubbed his hands together once and clapped them to gain my attention.

"Ah, you're getting ahead of yourself, babe," he grinned, his eyes capturing mine. "Up here first, the rest comes later. You have to trust me."

"I do trust you," I whispered, falling back onto my heels gracefully.

"Prove it."

I nodded, extending my right leg in front of me.


I took off in a dancers run, the dress wrapping around my thighs as I closed in on him. Every touch of my foot against the solid surface blow guided me into his waiting arms. We'd done this at least twenty times, and I had choked all but once, and that time we'd almost ended up in the freezing water.

His eyes, holding mine, gave me confidence as the muscles in my legs coiled to spring.

Pushing up from the ground I extended my legs and pointed my toes, his hands gripped my waist and hoisted me into the air, my legs scissored into a perfect V before coming together to make me more aerodynamic. As I became horizontal over him, my body arched gently, my head and legs higher than my torso where his strong hands gripped me.

The wind was slightly stronger in this angle, it brushed over my body moving my hair around my face, framing the smile of success there. I'd done it, I'd finally managed to pull it off without hurting him or myself.

He lowered me slowly from the position, my legs balancing my body. As soon as I was level with him, my hands gripped his shoulders and his arms circled my waist pulling me flush against his body.

"I knew you could do it," he laughed, his lips brushing mine as my body slid down his. "Now for your prize."

As my feet touched the ground his lips pushed against mine with more fervor. Our bodies were so close together I could feel just how excited he was. The rush of excitement tripled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held me to him. This was what I had been waiting for. This was my reward, and it was worth the twenty or so times I had failed miserably.

His mouth covered mine, his soft lips forming around my own as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned against him again, my hands tangling in his hair. His hands gripped my ass and dragged me up his body until my legs closed around him and locked at the ankles.

All of the air was gone from my lungs, but I was so lost in him that it didn't really matter. His mouth worked in tandem with mine as our tongues battled for dominance. He pulled away slowly and smiled at me. He kissed my nose and the apples of my cheeks before lowering me to the ground.

"Again," he growled, the noise was feral rolling around me like thunder. If this was the result of success, I would do it over and over again until I could get what I wanted.

I stepped out of his embrace and nodded coyly, dancing back to the beginning spot where I would take off. I popped onto my toes and fell back to my heels a couple of times to ready myself. His eyes hungrily watched the muscles in my legs stretch and tighten before they moved up my body to capture my eyes.


I nodded and started out again, but when I sprang for his arms I overshot the mark and the two of us fell toward the icy water. A scream fell from my lips as we sailed through the air.

"Press the button," he shouted from under me, I looked down at him not understanding what he was asking as time slowed. He nodded to something beside me and mouthed Press the button.

A huge red button sat next to me, falling with me. In bold, white letters it spelled out HELP.

I smashed my hand down on it, a loud buzzing came out, it filled my mind, infiltrating my consciousness.

"Nobody puts baby in a corner."

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the warm glow of the room around me. My television was playing the last scene from dirty dancing. Patrick Swayze was holding out his hand to Jennifer Grey with that smile of his.

My hand went to my forehead as the other searched for the remote. I hated that the dream had ended that way, and although I had never danced a day in my life, for a brief second I had felt graceful.

And the man.

The man had been beautiful.

I rolled onto my side and let my hand rest on the warm muscles of the man of my dreams. He may not have been a dancer, but he was mine, and I loved him with every ounce of who I was.

"You okay?" he mumbled, his head turning so he could see me.

"Yeah I just realized something."

"What's that?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I'm married to the man of my dreams."

Even though his eyes were closed, his smile shone through. Without conscious thought he moved toward me, pushing me on my back as his body hovered over mine.

"You sure know how to get my attention," he grinned.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

His lips crushed against mine as his hands found the hem of the shirt I was wearing. Dreams were good, but sometimes, waking up was so much better.