A place to call home

The Sexy Dream ~ 7

​He wore nothing besides a pair of boxer briefs. Not even his glasses. As for myself, I only had a bra and panties. I sat on his lap as we kissed passionately, the fire raging with each kiss. His hands traveled up my sides slowly, then reaching around back to unhook my bra. We pulled apart and my bra slid off, revealing my breasts to Mark.
The room was dim, but I could clearly see him gazing at them. I rested my hand on his chest lightly, making him look up and meet my eyes. He leaned his forehead against mine, arms wrapping around me lovingly.
"I'm tangled up in you and only you, my dearest cookie lady." He whispered to me. "You're beautiful..." his voice soon faded into the air around us.
He closed the space between our faces as he greeted my lips with another kiss.

Beep... beep... beep...
My eyes shot open. I sat up in bed. The first thing I saw was the sunlight hitting the the curtains.

I soon realized that it was all just a dream, but my heart had yet to grasp it. It felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. I stared across the room for awhile as I processed that dream. Where did it come from? We were about to have do it, weren't we? Was that a sex dream...?

But we were only kissing... though, we were almost naked. He looked so... attractive. The dream felt so warm and loving... ugh, as much as I like the idea of love, I know it won't happen... not with Mark.
How am I going to look at him properly now?

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*four days later*

I passed the quiet nights watching his videos. Sometimes I fell asleep listening to his voice... it was nice to hear his voice again, even if it were only in a video on my TV. I guess I've grown attached to him in some way... great.
That just means it'll hurt more.

Mark had came home late last night, but I had yet to go over and visit with him. One being because he's probably super tired, and the other being because of that silly dream.
I'm worried that if he finds out, he'll be greatly embarrassed by it and not want to be my friend anymore.

After I got home from work and had supper, I received a text from Mark.
"Hey, wanna come over? I need a break before I break my controller lol" it read. I told him I'd be right there.

When I arrived I didn't text him like before, hopefully avoiding anymore hand kisses. I mean, it was nice, but I don't think I could handle it...
I knocked and he soon answered. I kept my eyes on the floor, nervous to look at him. Though the dream happened a few days ago, I haven't stopped thinking about it.
It still felt fresh.

"Hey," He greeted. I could hear a smile in his voice. It sounded warm... like hot chocolate on a cold winter day.
The butterflies were back, and they were not making things any easier.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath so I could ready myself, but as I did, I felt arms wrap around me. My eyes shot open. I smelled Mark's cologne, except it was a lot stronger. I could also smell... well, I could smell Mark. I could smell his specific scent. In a strange way it felt comforting.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I was still taken back by this hug. He's never hugged me before...

I put my arms around him as well. "y-yeah, I'm alright." I answered.
He pulled away and I followed his motions, looking up as I did. I was surprised to see he didn't have on his glasses. Oh no... the dream.

"I hope you didn't mind the hug. You looked like you needed one-... what?"
He caught me staring... again. I'm sure my face looked surprised.
Something must have clicked as he nodded his head. "Ah, my glasses. I lost them before I went to Vegas." He chuckled and poked my nose.

I blinked and blushed at his touch.

He walked inside his apartment farther, then turned to me.
"Aren't you going to come inside?" He gave me a confused smile.
I pushed the embarrassment away the best I could and went in.

I followed him to the kitchen, stopping at the edge, and watching him continue onward to a cabinet. I scanned his body up and down. His hair looked ruffled. He wore a black shirt, loose dark blue shorts, and socks.
I just stood here staring at him with this feeling wrapping me up. I can't explain what it feels like. It's close to the same feeling I felt in that dream... but then it feels empty.
Incomplete. 

Mark had grabbed some cheez its from the cabinet, and a water bottle from the fridge. He grabbed another and held it up, I guess asking me if I wanted some. I nodded and he closed the door to the fridge.

We went to the living room and sat down on his couch. We were sat beside one another.
"Alright, do you want to hear about Vegas?" He asked as he opened the box of cheez its.
I nodded.
"Sorry. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He laughed. "But I'll tell you about it." You could easily hear the smile in his voice.

I listened to him talk about Vegas and his mini adventures. It sounded like he had a lot of fun.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Mark asked.
I got nervous. "Yeah? What is it?"
Looking up, I noticed a change in character on his face. "Are you really alright? You seem both quiet and distant today. I'm here whenever you need someone to talk to, I hope you know that."
I felt touched. Did he really care that much about me?

"Thanks, but it isn't nothing to worry about. I promise."
"So there is something, isn't there?" He tried to get me to spill, but I wasn't so sure that I should.
"I don't want you to be weirded out. Our friendship is worth more than something that will pass on its own." I shifted my gaze and stared at the floor.
He thought for a moment before asking,
"... do you have feelings for me? Is that what you think will weird me out?"

My breath hitched, my cheeks instantly heated, and I swore my heart stopped briefly.
I covered my face with my hands, "No! Why would you think that?" But I don't have feelings for him... do I?
"I don't know why! I was just taking a guess I guess," he chuckled, but it soon faded.
"Look, okay..." I paused, dropped my hands, and lowered my voice, "I had... a dream... about you."

"Was it bad...? Was it scary..? Was it- oh. OH... Was I good?" You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
I looked up at him and yelled, "Mark!"
"Oh, was I that good?"
I playfully slapped his arm. "We were into that, too? Man," I slapped him again, but he just laughed and continued on. "What a dream you had." He started leaning to the side because I tried to reach for his mouth and make him hush. "Wish I was there. Oh wait, I was!" He laughed, "I don't remember it though. Must've been a long night."

He had leaned so far to the side that with the help of me pushing to reach his mouth, we fell... and I was on top of him.
"OoooOooh, are we going to reenact the dream?"
My heart flipped.

I covered his mouth and shot him the look of 'okay, I get your point. Can you stop now?'
"Alright, I'm done." I felt him smirk even more behind my hand. "You know I just had to mess with you."
Our eyes had been locked, and I just began to feel that they were like this for too long, so I took my hands off his face, then got off Mark completely and looked away.

I saw him sit up out of the corner of my eye.
He took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm sorry, (y/n)."
"It's alright, Mark." I glanced up at him, "so you aren't weirded out?"
"Of course not," he chuckled, "it happens."

"You know what. Why don't we go play some games? That will make you feel better." He suggested.
"Yes, let's do that so I can beat you and feel better."

We played for close to two hours. I had really missed playing with him... I wonder if he missed that too. Being around him today made me feel differently. A part of me felt closer to him, but another part felt scared. I'm too far into this now, aren't I?