Thread: Phoenix (CandyxDangerous)

Dreams are suppose to tell us what our subconscious mind is thinking while we sleep whether we fear that we are out of control of our lives or feel that apart of us has become monstrous, we all dream, even if we dont remember, we still dream. Tonight was no exception within the silent darkness of Christines flat, soft whimpers and pleasured moans broke the nights stillness.For the past month, the voluptuous brunette had been plagued by nightmares each and every night the nightmares hardly horrific in nature. At first it had been dreams that the she could not remember but always awoke feeling like she needed to touch herself her heart thundering wildly in her ears and her body coated in a slight sheen of sweat. It then turned into a field of darkness that she could not escape from, where she would fight the encroaching darkness. Each time she attempted to wake herself, an enchanting voice echoed out from the darkness soothing her, enticing her, coaxing her into running her long manicured fingers along her ivory skin because the the stranger wild her too. Tonight however, the dream was different from anything she had ever had before. Christine watched herself from above below her was her and and faceless man. However, she did not look like herself. Her hair hung in long chocolate ringlets down her back a stark contrast to her pale, ivory flesh. Just above her hairline protruded two long, smooth ebony horned. Her normally honey colored orbs now glowed a volatile neon violet that, even if it hadnt been her own eyes they still would have frightened her and made every fine hair on her body stand at attention. What frightened her more than the long protruding horns, or even her violet eyes, it was the strange way it made her feel. Even as she watched, she couldnt look away, she felt inclined to continue to watch worse yet, she felt like she should be the one, beautifully naked, her large supple breasts bouncing each time she did. No, she whimpered internally, desperately trying to tear her curious eyes away from the provocative sight, iT-this is so wrong! Its disgusting. Why am I so aroused? This is wrong. Its wrong, ITS WRONG!i Christine tried to rebel against her body, even as she inched closer to watch the two lovers as they drew closer to their individual orgasms together. No, no Noooo! Christine screamed herself awake, her body shooting up from the tangled mess of greyblue sheets. For a long moment Christine sat in darkness, her silky skin clinging to the white cotton nightgown she had decided to don that night. As she listened to her ragged breath leaving her body, the room suddenly flooded with brilliant yellow light. Looking away from the wall where her caramel eyes had been focused on, shot straight towards the slender figure that stood in the wide doorway.Oh Christine, Abby , Christines roommate of three years, whispered the young womans name sympathetically. The brunette smiled numbly, surprised when she felt her cheek grow cold. The slender blonde woman moved across the room like water before the stood Christine warmly into her arms. This is ridiculous, there shouldnt be a single reason why Im crying. Why am I crying!? Yet as Abby pulled the young woman closer into her body, the quicker Christines traitorous tears fell down her cheeks. Yet, despite the momentary comfort she found in Abbys warm embrace, she felt as if something or worse, someone was watching her. Was it the same dream again? The blonde whispered softly into Christines hair, she responded quickly with a shake of her head. It was worse.She whimpered, making the other woman hold the brunettes shivering form tighter. Did you wanna talk about it hun? Again, Christine responded with a quick shake of her head, How about some tea then? Abby slowly held the other woman out at arms length, a cheerful smile turning up the corners of her full mouth. An awkward silence hung between the two before Christines own full mouth turned up into a gentle smile, Please? The bubbly blonde jumped up with cheerleader like enthusiasm and disappeared into the darkness, light soon flooding in a different room indicating that the other woman was in the kitchen. It was then that the false smile disappeared from Christines lips why was it that for a month now, she continued to have dreams that aroused her and yet frightened her to her very core? Dreams were just dreams, werent they? Thats exactly what it is Christine, youre subconscious is just telling you that you are sexually frustrated.This is all Dantes fault. If he- mid-thought she stopped herself with a shake of her had. It wasnt her fiancees fault, in fact it just made her feel worse about their lack of intimacy. Countless times she had asked him Why dont you want to make love to me? Surely your god will understand. wont he? With a soft sigh the young woman pulled her knees tightly to her chest, hoping to still her hammering heart it was so loud it thundered in her ears and was beginning to give her a headache. Earl Grey? Abbys voice called from the kitchen, making Christine jump and look towards the darkened hallway, her eyes wild, as if she half expected to see the faceless man staring at her with empty sockets for eyes., Y-yes please! She called back, her voice wavered softly before she cleared her throat and responded again. While Christine waited for her roommate to return with her steaming cup of Earl Grey, the brunette woman sat and wondered Why me . She tried again in vain to lie to herself and say Its only a dream, its only a dream . Heres your tea honey,no sugar, just plain ol Earl Grey had it been that long since the younger of the two women disappeared off into the kitchen? Christine jumped, startled that she had somehow managed to allow time to slip through her fingers.She then smiled towards the blonde, graciously taking the cup simply enjoying the warm steam that gently kissed her chilled skin. The two sat in silence for a long while before Abby sighed,imply she wanted to know what the dream was about. Catherine sighed in response, her eyebrow knitting together in frustration, Yes, Im sure I dont want to tell you Abs, its the same thing that I mentioned before. Dont ask me, How bad is it having dreams about sex. Its because I feel like my will isnt my own, that Im being manipulated, used even. I dont like the idea of being out of control. A warm hand came to rest on Catherines shoulder, Have you considered talking to someone?This made the brunette look up with a quizzical brow raised high in curiosity. Like a shrink? Catherine barked a bitter, short, humourless laugh, Oh yeah, imagine me, a twenty-three year old saying, Hey Doc! I came in here to talk to you about my horrible sexy dreams in which faceless men and voices tell me to do things, and I dont like it even though- Wait, faceless man. This ones new! Abby exclaims, her eyes lighting up with the glimmer of hope, this only making Cathrine sigh again, Its nothing she murmurs, bringing the lip of her cup to her mouth, greedily sucking up the bittersweet tea. Cat, you cant just-Abby start before the other woman shoots her an icy cold glare,Im not discussing this. Finally taking the hint, the blonde raises both of her hands in surrender, knowing that this is not something to push for. Alright, I wont pry, but you know that if you need anything beautiful, youre more than welcome to come and talk my ear off. For the first time since she had woken up screaming, Catherine smiled a warm gentle smile. Looking up with her honey gold eyes, she replied, Thank you Abs. The blonde nodded softly, finally turning on her small feet and making her way back towards the darkened hall, Im gonna head back to bed, remember, anything at all. Catherine nodded, and took another sip of her tea, watching as the other young woman pattered her way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a gentle click. Instantly the silence of the room filled Catherines ears with the horrible high pitched ringing. Just get down the tea and we can try and get back to sleep, hopefully this time without faceless men and demon-esk me bouncing on his cock. A rather unattractive snort dissolving the ear ringing silence for the briefest of moments. After the last delightful gulp of the familiar liquid slid down her throat, Catherine set the cooling coffee mug down on the white bedside table to her right and peeled the tousled bedsheets back off of her naked legs. Quietly she padded over to the light, flicked it off and returned to her bed heart once again racing wildly, worry already filling her blood with its dangerous poison. She knew that the moment that she slipped back into the loving embrace of sleep, her sex filled dreams would taunt her mercilessly until her body was no longer able to fight it and she simply resigned herself to exhaustion. Regardless, Catherine slide down into the bed until her warm eyes looked up at the white mosquito canopy above her head, Please god, she whispered to no one in particular, please dont let the dreams continue. Despite her prayer, she knew they would return, just like the always did. Catherine finally awoke when she could hear the soft chitter chatter of the morning larks, singing their sweet melody and could feel the warmth from the early sun, gently tickling her skin with warmth.It seemed that only moments ago she had actually managed to fall asleep. Five more minutes, whined childishly, grabbing the end of her sheets and pulling them over her head to shield her sleepy eyes from the brilliant sun. Despite all her efforts to force her body back into another peaceful slumber, it seemed she had to resign herself to getting up and getting ready for the day ahead however Catherine still tried, groaning dramatically when she found that all she was really doing, was tossing and turning aimlessly. It wasnt until she heard the front door shut, and the sound of Abbys car slowly backing out of the driveway did she kicked the blankets off of her form. Slowly, the young woman sat erect, her hands rubbing her eyes in the hopes of dislodging the remaining sleep from her eyes. Out of all the years Catherine had been on this earth, she had found that morning were excruciating perhaps it was due to the fact that she had always found herself most creative and awake during the wee hours of the morning, or perhaps she felt safest in the dark loneliness of her bedroom. Silently she padded across the wooden floor towards her bathroom her one sanctuary that she knew that, despite how horrific she looked now, once she emerged from its small confines, she would morph into a beautiful butterfly. When she did infact emerge from her cocoon, the sleep haggard woman that had entered had stepped out face fresh and made up with expensive cosmetics from the local boutiques, her hair hanging in smooth ringlets down the small of her back, and skin aglow from her insanely hot shower. She dressed quickly much quicker than it had taken her to return out of her bathroom, quickly shuffled around the house collecting what it was that she needed in order to attend her meetings with possible locations where she would intern. The thought made her stomach instantly begin to do somersaults, I should have eaten , she huffed as she slid into her car, a beat up white Buick. For most of the drive she had been fine, even for a few interview, she had been fine, however, that all ended when she parked her car out front of a large office building, the very top of the building piercings the skies. Once again her stomach twisted and knotted angrily within her her nerves only making her empty stomach fill with powerful, sickening acid. Get it together girl! If you want a job, you have to act the part and show that you are the most worth candidate! Like your father told you, kick ass and take names. Her confidence was already beginning to slip, even as she forced herself to step out from the vehicle. She was dressed modestly in a white button down blouse that hugged her round mound and slender waist, a simple black pencil skirt, a pair of black pumps, and a pleated black blazer to tie everything together. Once inside, she immediately regretted not wearing something a little more striking everywhere she looked, beautiful Abby like woman pranced around in form fitted dresses with insane slits up the back, Good Morning, please sign your name on the guest list. The receptionist,another Barbie clone, spoke from behind her desk. Catherine jumped and nodded quickly, Y-yes maam, she responded politely, stepping forward and signing with the pen that had been provided, her full name. Once signed in, the receptionist collected the clipboard and looked at the name. Instantly the Barbie clone seemed to recognize the young woman, and for the first time, looked up at the stranger and smiled, Youre here for our internship program? Its good to have the possibility of fresh blood again in the company. Something about the way the she had said new blood and made Christines blood run instantly icy cold beneath her skin, T-thank you.Was the only intelligent thing she could say. Please take a seat over there, the Barbie gestured to a row of chair on the far wall, the CEO will be with you shortly.