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

Nic leaned against the shower wall, letting the water run over her skin. She moaned out, releasing the energy that had been building up all night. Her dark hair clung to her bare shoulders, and she closed her eyes. Max's lust and needs filled her. It was like a drug, and the rush was enough to make her crave more. She hoped tonight he'd dream of her, dream of doing those kinds of things to her that they'd seen in the movie, so that she could share it, soak it all in.
 
Max was already fantasizing about Nic. He was imagining her in the shower, rubbing her pussy and playing with her nipples. The image of it in his head made him whimper. He wanted her so badly. He'd known her so long. So why couldn't he just ask her out? She was his very best friend, so why was he unable to just tell her how he felt?
 
Nic couldn't explain why she could be all the way on the other side of the house and still feel the intensity of her best friend's lust and desire. Back against the wall of the shower, she felt the heat rising in her body, and she moaned softly. "Oh fuck." She caught herself whimpering, knees weak as she let her hand slip between her legs. Tonight she was going share a dream with him, she needed it too desperately to resist it. Tonight, she decided, she was going to give him a dream much like what they'd just watched. Her fingers found her clit, and she toyed with it gently, moaning softly as she slowly brought herself to orgasm under the warm water.
 
A wave of unbearable desire hit Max like speeding car. As Nic pleasured herself in the shower, Max closed his eyes and opened his pants and pulled his member from his boxers. As he imagined making love to Nic, he stroked himself gently, then more intensely. In his mind, she had her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in as he thrust inside of him. Slowly, he came to orgasm, tensing and almost crying out as pleasure pulsed through his body from a powerful climax.
 
Nowhere near truly sated, Nic could no longer stay in the shower; she stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel, and wrapped it tightly around her. Her hair hung damply over one shoulder, and she peeked around the corner to see where Max was. "Max, it's late; I think I'm going to go to bed. You doing the same?" She hoped to hear a yes as she moved to her bedroom. She slipped into a pair of panties and an over sized t-shirt.
 
Max had cleaned himself up and put himself away before Nic came out of the shower. "Yeah. I'm pretty tired, Nic." He turned the tv and lights off, then went to Nic's room. He gave her a hug, said "Goodnight, Nic," and left to his own room. He stripped his shirt and pants off, then climbed into bed in his boxers. A sigh escaped his lungs, and he laid there staring at the cieling for a moment. Soon, he shifted to lay on his side, slowly drifting to sleep.
 
When he hugged her, Nic had implanted an idea in his mind, one she hoped she would be able to grow into a dream so satisfying that they'd both feel sated. As he slipped away to his room, Nic closed her eyes, sitting quietly on her bed, waiting for him to fall asleep. She could feel him drifting off, his mind open to possibilities, and she tiptoed to his room. The door was cracked, and she stood outside in the hall, focusing on the images that he'd seen on TV earlier. Soon she was working on a dream, she fired the image of him carrying her to a bed, dressed in little more than a sheer nightgown into his mind.
 
Max settled deeply into the dream, the vivid imagery enveloped him. He carried Nic to his bed, a warm smile upon his lips. As he laid her down, he said "Nic... I love you." He kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and rolling it around hers. He slid that sheer nightgown off her body, exposing her to the cool night air. He nipped at her neck, down to her breasts. He pursed his lips around one of her nipples, sucking gently on it as his eyes looked up at her, full of desire
 
The Dream​
Nic smiled up at him as he laid her on his bed, her eyes aglow with love and happiness. "Max," she whispered his name, and as their lips met, she replied. "I love you too." Her lips parted, welcoming his tongue, and her own played against it. The gown slipped easily from her body, leaving her in only a pair of silken panties, and her eyes closed as his lips moved down her neck. She moaned out softly in pleasure as his lips found her nipple, his suckling making it erect.

The Reality​
She slipped into the room, seating herself at the foot of his bed, moving so slightly that it would not wake him. Nic wove the sleeping spell over him, preventing him from awakening before the dream was over.
 
Max continued to suckle on her nipple as his hands explored her body. He ran his hands all over her stomach, her sides, her hips, feeling her curves. His tongue flicked rapidly over her nipple as his hand cupped her other breast. His fingers rubbed gentle circles around her nipple till they were both hard. In reality, Max was moaning lightly, and his member was fully erect.
 
The Dream
Nic moaned his name, ever so softly, her back arching, pressing her breast to his lips. "Max! Oh yes, yes, Max!" She gasped out, her body moving beneath him. Soon both nipples were erect, and Nic felt the heat rising in her body, between her thighs the wetness grew.

The Reality
Nic watched as Max moved in his bed, the moans intoxicating. She could barely tell that he was hard, and she wanted so desperately to touch him. But she knew she shouldn't, and so she sat perfectly still.
 
Max popped Nic's nipple out of his mouth, kissing her again before sliding his body downward. He spread her thighs and licked her through her panties, teasing her. He wanted her desire to be almost unbearable. As he ran his tongue on the thin fabric covering her folds, he slid his hands up her stomach to her chest, cupping her breasts and rubbing them. His fingers found her perked nipples, rubbing them harder than before. In his bed in real life, his moans grew louder and more desperate.
 
In the dream, Nic let out a loud moan as he licked her panties, making them become even more damp. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him touching her, licking her, and her fingers laced through his hair. She bit her lip, her hips moving on the bed beneath him, and soft whimpers of need filtered through the air. In reality, Nic couldn't help but moan as she fed, and she allowed herself to move closer to him, sitting on the edge of his bed now.
 
Max looked up at her from between her legs, the lightest of flavor from her dampness played upon his tongue. His hands left her tender breasts as he pulled slightly away from her. He slid her panties down her thighs, down her calves, and tossed them aside. He buried his face between her thighs again, licking her clit an moving his hands to her breasts. In reality, Max bucked his hips a little moaning in a low pitch.
 
In the dream, Nic's dark hair was splayed across the pillows as her head moved slightly. Her fingers tugged gently at his hair, and she nearly begged for more. Her panties gone, she was utterly naked before him; only in his dreams had he seen her like this, and yet, she'd never thought to alter her appearance. Some day, she thought to herself, some day she might allow him to see her this way in reality. But for now, she was content to continue, her hips lifting as his tongue teased her clit. In reality, Nic was resting beside him on the bed, her hands aching to touch him as he lay there, moaning and writhing on the bed.
 
Max continued to please Nic's clit, now suckling on it. His fingers on her nipples mimicked the intensity of his mouth, playing with her nipples faster and harder as he sucked and licked harder on her clit. As inconsistent as dreams were, Max was clothed one second, nude the next. He raised his head from her pussy, and crawled up her body. He kissed her passionately, his mouth still filled with her taste. As his tongue played at hers, he guided his member inside you. A groan escaped him in both realities.
 
Nic moaned, nearing orgasm as he suckled her clit, and she let her fingers tug at his hair, pushing him closer. Her nipples were like tiny hard stones, and she began to cry out softly as her hips moved almost rhythmically. "Max, Max, Max!" She called his name, her eyes meeting his full of lust and need. Suddenly he was naked, and she groaned with desire, her mouth crashing with his. She could taste herself on his tongue, and she lifted her hips to meet his, feeling him fill her. In reality, Nic could resist no longer, and as he groaned, her lips pressed to his, tongue invading his warm mouth. "Sorry" she whispered, moving to straddle him, her hips lining up with his to allow herself to feel his cloth covered cock through her already damp panties.
 
Max started thrusting his hips slowly, his member reaching deeply inside her. "Nic... oh Nic. I've been wanting this... for so long," He said between moans, then kissed her again. As he thrusted inside her in his dreams, his hips started to grind against Nic. Whether she was there or not, he would have started grinding his hips.
 
"Oh Max," Nic arched, welcoming him deep within her; she let her hands slid over his bare back, soft gasps and moans escaping her lips as she felt him move slowly, almost achingly slow, inside her. Her nails grazed his skin, and her hands rain down his arms, meeting his palms so that her fingers laced with his. In reality, Nic let her hands rest on his bare chest, her hips moving with his as his hips began to grind. She let out a low moan, feeling herself grow wetter.
 
In both realms, Max could feel the wetness of Nic against him, though he wasn't consciously aware of the real wetness on him. In his dream, with every thrust, he would grind his hips against her and linger inside her. "Nic... Oh god this feels so good, Nic." His moans grew louder in both his dreams and reality.
 
Nic moaned both in reality and in the dream; in his dream she kissed him deeply, her legs were bent slightly at the knees, allowing him to move deeper insider her. She closed her eyes for a moment, her tongue running along his bottom lip, begging for entrance to his warm mouth. In reality, Nic was fighting hard not to make the connection real, to push her panties aside, pull down his boxers and feel him thrusting deep into her heat. She moved her hips, each grind pressing against her clit slightly, and it made her gasp and moan.
 
He let Nic slip her warm, pink tongue inside his mouth, continuing to make love to her. Max panted and moaned as the tension built higher inside of him. Every thrust was almost calculated in its speed and depth. While still slow by most standards, Max starded moving his hips a little faster, building more friction in both realms. Every thrust brought another lustful moan, piercing the cool night air. "Nic... Cum for me baby," it was almost a plea.
 
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