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I can't get you out of my dreams (DTH/Midori)

DamningTheHeavens

DamningTheHeavens

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Max sat at the dining room table. His short black hair, which was normally styled back and well kept, stood at odd angles all over his head. He yawned deeply, his just as he was about to take a sip of his coffee, causing him to pause so he wouldn't spill it everywhere.

Max had had an extremely vivid dream the night before about his room mate. A dream that left his sheets stained with semen, and him feeling more drained than when he went to sleep the night before. He'd had dreams like that before....

... More often than he'd like to admit.

His normally radiant blue eyes were lackluster as he skimmed over his newspaper, only really paying attention to half of the articles, if that. A bit of scruff graced his as of yet unshaven chin, creating a shadow on his face. Taking a long sip of his coffee, Max stood from his chair. He stretched his 5'11'', medium build frame, pulling out some stiffness in his back.
 
Nic was slightly petite, standing only five foot two inches tall, with a moderately curvy build. Her long dark brown hair hung down to her lower back when it wasn't pulled back into a braid or ponytail, and she had shockingly bright blue eyes. When she was seventeen, she'd gotten a tattoo on her hipbone with a fake id, and more recently, on her eighteenth birthday, she'd gotten her navel pierced.

She appeared in the kitchen, looking slightly disheveled but refreshed, dressed in a tight black tank top that barely met the waist of a pair of rather short white shorts, her usual sleepwear. It wasn't that the young woman didn't own sexier night clothes; it was simply that she didn't feel the need for them. "Good mornin' sunshine." She seemed to sing out as she wandered across the kitchen with a kind of smooth grace that seemed almost too perfect to be human. She knew that it was her mother's genetics that granted her that gift.​
 
"Ugh. Good morning Nic. I don't get it. I feel more tired than when I went to sleep, and you're just smiles and sunshine. It's not fair, dammit." Max chuckled playfully, taking another sip of his coffee. He and Nic had been best friends for as long as he could remember. He'd also had a crush on her for as long as he could remember. From his first sex dream till now, they'd all been about her. In some ways, Max would say he loved Nic.

They were so comfortable with one another that living together didn't...

...feel strange at all, even though they weren't dating. At least she didn't bring guys here to have sex. That would have been awkward. Then again, he didn't even know if she was active. He sure hadn't been for awhile. "Do you work today, Nic? I've got to get ready soon, so if you don't have work, I have a favor to ask you."
 
She was pouring herself a cup of coffee into a black mug with silver music notes painted on it. Nic had always been an artist, and her mug was yet another in the long list of things she'd painted that now resided in their apartment. "I'm just lucky I guess." She laughed, moving toward the table where Max was sitting. As she set her mug on the table, she reached out and ruffled his hair, grinning and laughing softly. "I got the day, well night really, off. What's up?" Nic worked as a bartender at a local club downtown. She sat down at the table across from him, leaning over slightly and sipping from her mug.
 
"My parents are finally ready to give Mr. Sniffles to us. Could you pick him and his litter box, toys, and such? I don't have time to get them before I have to go to work." Mr. Sniffles was Max's cat. He was named after the fact that his nose was broken when he was a kitten, and never really healed properly This caused him so wheeze and sneeze rather often. Max loved his kitty, but unfortunately, so did his parents, so they had been reluctant to let Max take him.

"Well, I'm going to go straighten...''

... "up and head to work."

Max got out of his seat, hugged Nic as he did every morning, then zombie shuffled to the kitche to rinse out his coffee cup. Soonafter, he was in their shared bathroom, combing his hair, shaving, and brshing his teeth. As he passed through the kitchen again, he hugged her and walked out the door. Max worked for a small computer repair firm. He was a bit of a nerd, and he loved his job.
 
"So you are finally going to get him?" Nic grinned, sipping her coffee. "Sure I'll pick him up for you." It didn't take her long to finish, and as she stood to put the mug in the sink, she saw him getting ready to go shower and clean up for work. Or at least that was her guess With the mug in the sink, Nic prepared to go get dressed, having showered the night before. She thought briefly about the dream she'd given him the night before, and she smiled softly. The vision of his sleeping face as he thrashed and moaned in bed was still fresh in her mind. When he wrapped her in a hug, she had to suppress the urge to give him a parting fantasy, knowing that he had to focus on his work.
 
Nic may have been able to give Max fantasies, but not all of them were due to her powers. As Max got in to work, Sherry, his boss told him what his day's assignment would be. "We got a couple of towers with driver problems and a laptop that isn't drawing power from the battery. The only one you absolutely HAVE to finish today is the laptop, but if you can finish another one, I'd really appreciate it." Sherry was a nice woman, and a great boss. She wasn't on your case unless you were doing nothing....

... She gave him her sweet smile and punched him in. Aside from Nic, Sherry was the only other person Max was attracted to. She was only his senior by a couple years, redhead with green eyes, thin rimmed glasses, and a full body. She was a sweet woman, too, but Nic would always be the number one girl to him. As he sat at his work table filled with computer parts and various computer repair tools, Max's mind wandered again to Nic. His lips pressed against hers, their bodies entwined.
 
Nic decided that she did indeed need to shower, and as she let hot water wash over her, she closed her eyes. Leaned against the wall of the shower, she recalled the dream she'd given Max the night before. Lately, she'd found herself only satisfied if he'd been satisfied, which led to more and more uniquely passionate dreams. The night before she'd given him a dream that let him surprise her in the shower; it had been difficult to simply watch him without crawling into his bed.

She dressed quickly after her shower, tugging on a pair of tight jeans and a short black tank top that barely reached her waistband, and she headed out to pick up his cat. After thanking his parents for letting them take him, Nic gave his mother a quick hug and headed back out. On the way home, she picked up his favorite order from a restaurant downtown and decided to take it to him, wondering if she could pick up any lingering thoughts, and as she pulled into the parking lot to drop off the lunch, which was a sort of thank you for the night before even if he didn't know it, she grinned.

Mounting the steps, she gave his boss a nod, since the woman was always kind enough to allow her to stop by. When she entered the workplace, the image of Max's body pressed to her, both of the naked and moaning, flickered in her mind, and she had to suppress a hungry groan. "I can't stay, since I need to get back home and feed the cat, but I brought you some lunch." She ruffled his hair, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then she was gone, the lingering scent of her perfume all that was left.​
 
Max looked up from his work with a smile, happy to see Nic walking toward him with what he could only assume was spicy grilled chicken, a salad, and mac and cheese. He had to suppress the urge to blush from the naughty thoughts he was having. "Aww, thanks, Nic. You're the best!" As she kissed him on the cheek, he wrapped his arm around her.

The rest of the day went by like normal. He ate the delicious meal Nic had bought him, fixed the terminals on the battery slot of the laptop, and started on one of...

... the towers before his work day ended. "Thanks, Max. You did great work today," Sherry told him as he left. He smiled, thanking her for the compliment, and headed for his car. He didn't head straight home though. To repay her for getting his cat and lunch, Max stopped at the grocery store to get Nic a pint of her favorite ice cream.

As he walked into the door, Mr. Sniffles rubbed affectionately against his leg, ushering a laugh from him. "Hey buddy!" Max bent down and scratched the kitty's ears...
 
Nic was sitting on the couch in the living room going through her portfolio for an art class she was taking. Cowboy boots tossed over by the door, she was stretched out and surrounded by paintings and sketches. On the coffee table next to her lay a very accurate drawing of her nude, with the photo of her used to draw it paper clipped to it. She'd fed the cat, and was now completely wrapped up in her work, so when Max came in, she did not hear him at first. When he finally spoke, she looked up. "In the living room, Max." She called out from her seat. "What'd you bring me?"
 
As Max entered the living room, he saw the portrait of Nic nude and his mind instantly went to his dream. He had never seen this portrait before, and had only seen her naked accidentally. So it was impressive that his subconsious mind had reproduced her with such detailed acurracy. "I brought you some ice cream." He handed her the ice cream pint, glancing at her nude portrait. "I've uh... never seen that portrait before", he said, trying not to let his mind roam too far away from the moment.
 
Nic was grinning. "Thanks, babe. Rocky Road, my favorite!" She took the ice cream, then noticed him staring at the portrait. She couldn't suppress a giggle, and she winked at him. "You don't remember me locking myself in my bedroom for hours, cussing about not taking a decent picture?" Pointing to the photo on top, she laughed. "It was for my advanced realism class. We had to bring in a nude photo of ourselves and reproduce it on canvas. Not bad, huh?"
 
Max nodded absently, saying "Uh-huh. It's really good." He tried not to stare too much, but he couldn't help it. He idealized her, and there she was. Fully presented to him. In painted form, anyway. Finally snapping his attention back to the flesh and blood Nic, he said "So you want to rent a movie tonight? Or go out and get dinner?" he asked, walking toward the kitchen to put her ice cream in the freezer. "I'm kind of in the mood for chinese, myself" he called to her as he closed the freezer.
 
Nic gathered up her work, trying desperately not to fire the image of her naked form into Max's mind again; she tucked her paintings into the portfolio, deciding to work on it later, and stood up. "Oh Max, I don't want to go out tonight. Let's order in; I'm game for Chinese, and that place down the road delivers." Her voice was intentionally soft and seductive as she entered the kitchen. "I say we order in, and get a movie off pay per view. We'll watch whatever you want." A terribly naughty idea popped into her mind, and she filed it away for later use that night.
 
Max had to resist the urge to bite his lip. Nic's voice was so seductive, he couldn't help but thinking of pulling her into his arms. Shrugging the thought off, Max said "Okay then. I'll give China Kitchen a call later. What do you want me to order you?" For a moment, he thought of what movie he might want to order that night. "How about something funny? I think a comedy would be nice." Max smiled warmly at Nic, happy to be able to spend his days around her. Even if they were just friends.
 
"Sweet sour chicken and an extra egg roll. And make sure you tell them we want fortune cookies." She smiled, catching his thought and altering it, pushing a thought of him scooping her up and taking her to bed into his mind. As she poured herself a glass of tea, she glanced over at him. "Comedy sounds fantastic. We could both use a good laugh. I'll even break out the popcorn and m&ms." Sipping her tea, she watched him for a moment, contemplate sending him an incredibly powerful dream that night, since neither of them would be getting up early on a Sunday morning anyway.
 
As the thought Nic sent to him entered his mind, Max held down a moan of desire. He wondered if she had any idea he thought of her like that. That he had deep feelings for her. Mr. Sniffles rubbed against his leg, then let out a big sneeze. "Haha. Hey there, little guy." Max picked up the grey and black cat, kissing the top of his head and petting his fur. "I missed having you around, but. Say hi to Nic!" He handed the cat to Nic, then flipped through the phone book. He relayed the order, getting...

... chicken chow mein for himself. He gave them the address for the delivery boy. As he hung up, he said "Okay. The food'll be here in fifteen minutes"
 
Nic took the cat in her arms, petting him gently as she fired yet another image into Max's mind, enjoying the slight teasing that it caused. This time she showed him an image of her laying naked in his bed, allowing him to pick up m&ms off her skin with his mouth. "So about that movie. You want to go pick something out or shall I?" She'd set the television so that when it came on it would pick up a series of pay per view pornos, and she wondered how he'd react.
 
Max almost shuddered at the image of eating candies from Nic's nude form. Max wasn't a pervert, so these random sexual images that came so often were something that puzzled him. He turned a light moan into a mock thinking noise. "Mmm, you choose. After dinner, we'll flip through what's playing." Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Max dug out the cash from his wallet to pay and give the guy a tip. As he opened the door, he took the food and paid, eager to eat. Returning to Nic, Max...

... pulled the to go containers out of the bags, setting them on the table. He pulled out his chopsticks and some packets of soy sauce to sprinkle on his noodles. "MM, this smells so good."
 
Deciding that she'd scale back the images, simply until they finished eating, she did delight in his little shudder. She sent him one more, though it was just of her pulling him into bed with her, and then turned her attention to food. Taking a seat at the table, she picked up her chopsticks and reached for the box that contained her food, pouring the chicken and white rice onto a plate. She smiled and nodded. "Alright then, I hope something good is playing." She quietly ate her dinner, half watching Max to see if he'd built on any of the images she'd given him.
 
Max ate silently, pushing the naughty images out of his head. He slurped some noodles up with a chunk of chicken, moaning lightly in satisfaction. Soon, his food was gone and his stomach was fool. "Phew. That was sooo good. Let's go see what's on, then I'll put some popcorn on when we pick something." Max took their plates to the kitchen to rinse them. He then went to the couch, sitting with a plop. "Let's check out what's on, shall we?"
 
With a wicked grin that he couldn't see, Nic moved into the living room behind him, taking a seat on the couch next to him. "Let's see what's on." Grabbing the remote, turning the TV on with a press of the button. The sounds of moaning could be heard before the images even appeared on the screen, and when they finally did, the man and woman looked more similar to Max and Nic than one would expect. The actor and actress were laying naked in bed, his hand buried between her legs, pumping slowly while she moaned and begged for more. Feigning embarrassment, Nic gasped pressing the button quickly to change the channel only to land on porn with the same two people over and over. The scenes varied, all just as intimate and erotic as the first. Finally she tossed the remote at him, telling him to pick something. "I don't know why all this is on the television."
 
Max's breath caught in his throat, a wordless squeek issuing forth. This woman looked so much like the Nic in his dreams. And the man like him. As the remote flew into his lap, Max was almost too stunned to even do anything. His face was now flush red from the thoughts that had gone through his mind. After a moment, his distraction ceased and he started to change the channel, but all that happened was more porn flashed on the screen. "These same two people!" He said, shocked, embarrassed, and horribly...

... aroused. He finally just turned the tv off, and hung his head, looking at the table. "What the hell just happened?" Nic hadn't ordered porn and fucked with the channels... had she? "Nic... did you do this?" Though he couldn't help but hope that this had been a not so subtle hint. He wanted her... did she feel the same about him?
 
"Seriously! What the hell?" Nic pretended to be shocked and embarrassed, but inwardly she was waiting for Max to imagine the two of them doing the things the porn actor and actress were doing. "There must be something wrong with the cable. Try typing in one of the movie channels." She bit her lip, looking over at him as if she were horrified by the images and sounds coming from their TV. When he turned off the TV and accused her of doing something to it, she looked hurt and offended. "Why would I? Come on Max, you know me better than that." She got up from the couch and pretended to be ready to stalk off in anger.
 
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