dreams do come true

I can\'t resist, I need to write a fluff piece, hell maybe even a spritz
of lemon, but most definitely the fluff....
This is based on my own little twisted fantasy of what I WISH would happen....
But very unlikely.... Hey a girl can dream can\'t she? Real people, nearly
impossible situation, different names for the sake of privacy. Enjoy and let
me know if I should write more ^_~ will have a lemon probably in the second
or third chapter

Dreams Do Come True
(Part1)

    I was exhausted, gods who knew the first deadline would
be hell? I cracked my neck, leaning far to my right where Chris sat next to
me in front of his computer. My head rested on his shoulder for a second and
I pulled away. \"How\'s it going?\" I asked,  trying to sound flirty and
cute but coming out tired and wanton. \'Damn, I need sleep...\'
    \"Almost done I just have to...\" I didn\'t care what the
details were, but I was already drowning in the resonance of his voice, deep,
slightly dry, and tired, though I knew he didn\'t sound as tired as he really
was. \"...you?\"
    \"Done, just have to hit \'print\'\" I reached over with
my left arm to pull the printer cable from his computer, my right hand lightly
sliding along the back of his chair. I had the cable at the same time that
my hand brushed his right shoulder and when I pulled back I drew my fingers
along the back of his neck sensuously.
    This sort of inverted seduction had been going on for
nearly a month now, since school started I had gotten it into my mind to entice
him, don\'t ask why. Maybe I like a man in authority (editor-in-cheif surely
fits that one...), maybe because I\'ve wanted him to make the first overt
move but have been too impatient to relinquish completely, or maybe its because
I love him... None of which I would admit publicly though....
    He sighed lightly and I pretended not tticetice, \'gods
he doesn\'t realize I\'m seducing him... he\'s so naive in these things, I\'d
laugh but then he\'d ask why... But it does make his frustration so much more
fun to tease.\' He thinks he\'s just reacting to normal touches, its so much
fun to watch, he nearly trembles when I touch him and he doesn\'t even quite
understand why. I know its sadistic to torment him this way, and at times
I feel sorry. But its moments like this, when I know he wants to touch me
that I nearly melt, and I know if I only stir him up just enough he\'ll act.
\'Oh seduction is so tedious yet so fun!\' When my documents were nearly finished
printing I reached up sinuously and to take them from the shelf, my eyes and
fingers stretched towards the papers and my foot gently brushed the back of
his leg. \'damn I can\'t get enough of him, I want more than anything to memorize
the feel of his skin under my fingertips.\'  I pulled myself away long
enough to organize the documents in envelopes to get ready to send in to
the publishers. The whole time I watchem asm as he worked precariously, looking
over every detail, inspecting so critically, I\'ll be surprised if this yearbook
has ANY problems in it when it come out.... I sighed lightly and sat in the
adviser\'s chair, she always says her chair is off limits, but she\'s not here
now, and I don\'t care.
    It\'s just me and him, we had just finished with an evening
music practice and he told me he was going to be staying late to work on things
for yearbook so they\'d be done for tomorrow so I told him I\'d stay too.
    He protested at first, saying I should get home and he\'d
be fine, but I couldn\'t very well leave him alone, not when he\'d worked so
hard already. All his dedication just endeared me to him even more,onlyonly
he\'d turn that sort of passion and dedication towards me.... it would be amazing.

    I finally realized I\'d been staring when he muttered
\"You can go home if you want, I\'ll be fine.\" I could see sleep and tension
tugging at his shoulders and just wanted to wrap my arms around him, I did
the next best thing. I gently walked to him and began kneading his shoulders,
finding a bunch of knotted muscles there. \'Oh Chris... I just don\'t deserve
you...\'
    \"Mmmm...\" His head lolled back a bit and brushed my forearm,
I bit my lip, gods this was so good.
    \"I\'m waiting for you.\" The double meaning of my words
was so thick in my head that I felt like curling up in a ball, surrounded
but the first intense physical contact we\'d had since I kissed him nearly
a year ago.
    \"But you don\'t have to.\"
    \"I want to...\" \'Oh god I want to hold him, I want to
touch more of him, I want to rip this shirt from him and memorize the lines,
muscles and sensitive areas of his neck and chest. I want to feel his arms
around me, I want him to kiss me, I want....\'
    \"Mmm, Erica I won\'t be able to drive home if you keep
this up...\"
    I just laughed lightly and lightened my touch, slowly
withdrawing even though I felt like crumbling. I lightly trailed my fingers
over his shoulders as I came to a stop and gently leaned on his shoulders.
He languidly reached out to tap a couple more keys and then click \"print\"
but since he forgot to plug in the printer I took the chance to a b a bit
closer. I reached over his shoulder with my left hand, brushing my breast
against his shoulders, I reach in front of him, pressing my self against his
back and the the cabling in my right hand and reached to put it in his computer,
as I did he tentatively reached out his right hand to cover mine and I dropped
the cord which he promptly picked up and placed in my hand before guiding
my lightly trembling fingers to the port.
    \'Thanks\" I murmur. He\'s breathing shakily and I smile
lightly behind him, knowing that his defenses are breaking.
    I softly withdrew from him again, this is the part that
I hate the most, the moments where I wait and hope that he\'ll reach out and
touch me, in my fantasies it is now that he pulls me into his arms and refuses
to let me go... I gathered the papers from the printer, trying my best to
cool the heat in my body. I watched him in my peripheral vision, and I can
tell he\'s struggling, I wish he\'d just give in.... his breath slowed slightly
and I guessed that his heart beat  was as well. I silently scream. \'Not
tonight\' I warn myself, he\'ll regain his composure soon and we\'ll part ways
for another night. But everything in me screams not to let ippenppen. I moved
back to the chair and simply rested my head in my arms, staring at the table
beneath my eyes. \'If this seduction doesn\'t work soon I think I\'ll die.\' My
back ached, and I cursed the damnable rods inside my flesh that support my
spine, correcting the unnatural curve that had developed there. I don\'t know
how many times I\'ve daydreamed that his hands were working the tension and
ache from my muscles and I find myself lightly dreaming again. I\'m keeping
a thin hold on reality and nearly jump out of my skin when I realize that
his hands really are working over my muscles. \'oh god so good...\' I can\'t
believe he\'s doing this for me. He hasn\'t reached out to touch me so tenderly
in such a long time...
    \"How\'m I doin\'?\" He asks, I could hear the tremor in
his voice. His fingers slowed and I sighed.
    \"Mmmm... Don\'t stop... harder...\" I blush lightly at
the words, the dialogue without context at this moment could seem very erotic...
I mentally dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.  His hands were
doing wonders on my back as he explored my skin through the thin shirt I was
wearing. \'gods this is to good to be true, but if its just a dream I\'ll die...\'
I leaned back in the chair and his hands deftly explored a bit more foreword
on my shoulders.
    \"Erica?\"
    \"Hmm?\"
    \"What... do  you.. can I...\"
    I laugh lightly. \"At a loss for words dear?\"
    He nodded and the shook his head, trying to keep with
it, his hands almost abruptly slowed and then stopped completely. He spun
the chair so I was facing him and gathered he courage. He softly brought his
hand to my cheek and echoed the words I spoke to him less than a year ago.
    \"I guess what I \'m trying to say is...\" Our lips met
in ravenous splendor, but it was different from the kiss I had given him,
this time he was kissing me. Oh god I was nearly melting. His hand entwined
in my hair, gently pulling me to him as his other slid into the curve under
my spine.
    When he pulled away I was breathless. I managed to gather
myself enough to smirk and repeat his words from that night. \"Good choice
of words.\" I gently brushed my nose against his. \"We really should be getting
home.\"
    He nodded and pulled me to stand with him, gently laying
my head on his chest. \"I love you Erica.\"

I love you Chris.


Well, what do you think? I\'m thinking of writing more, but I won\'t unless
I get some good reviews asking for it ^_~