Thread: A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

Sasha rolled onto her back and pressed the butts of her hands into her eye sockets. She was in complete shock, really. How had she ended up in bed with him of all people? They were best friends. They had set boundaries. Although Sasha had had interest in Alexander since they were teens, she knew that nothing would ever come of it. Right? They had spent years watching one another date other people and not caring. But after this things would be different at least for Sasha. The difference between a man and a woman was that Sasha could physically feel that she had gotten pounded last night. Her pelvic flow was still recovering, so to speak, and there was only one suspect. Sasha was naked in her bed. Alexander was naked in her bed. The puzzle was simple. I think we did, Alex. I definitely did someone last night, and you're naked in my bed, dingbat. She finally mumbled. In her hungover, embarrassed state Sasha held one sheet over her breasts and sat up, pushing her feet off of the edge of the bed and resting them on the cracked cement of her floor. As a first instinct, she wanted to get covered up. She reached down and picked up the massive whiter-shirt that she normally wore to bed, and pulled it over her head. When she stood, the shirt hung down to her mid thigh, covering all of her unmentionables with ease. If they had fucked and Sasha didn't currently remember it, it was possible that Alexander didn't remember it either. The most safe could do was most avoid him seeing her naked now by putting some clothes on. She too was quite muscular from working at the bottom of the food chain like Alexander. Sasha was a welder, and she spent a lot of time lifting heavy things to do her job. Trying to avoid the topic of sex, Sasha walked to her run down kitchen area and fired up the stove before pulling some eggs out of the fridge. Fuck me. She told her best friend, referring to his boss. It's not like the asshole deserves a worker like you anyway. If I were you I would have asked to be assigned elsewhere long ago. Even if you never go up top, you don't have to be completely miserable down here. She basically scolded the man. However, she knew as well as he did that it was all bullshit. Everyone was miserable down here. Her and Alexander were no better than gun on the show of people in the sky city. They served a purpose, but otherwise no one wanted to see their grimey, beaten up faces. They might as well of been called rats. You want an egg, doll face? Sasha asked him as she cracked one for herself in the not hot skillet with popping oil. Best cure for a hangover is a meal and a fuck ton of water. She turned her back to her friend, tending to her meal. Before she really even got an answer she cracked an egg open for him too. He was already late to work- he might as well be a little later. Sasha had the day off, and given the events of last night she was going to need it to recover and do some serious soul searching. Id be less torn up if I had slept with my fucking boss. She thought, shaking her head in disappointment. Sasha had known Alex for as long as she could remember. The two of them had grown up together. Yet, unlike Alex, Sasha was never smart enough to end up anywhere else. Her test scores accurately depicted her IQ at the bottom of the spectrum. She had never been any good at reading, writing, or arithmetic. She excelled only when she was able to build and work with her hands. She belonged in the slums where she could do just that. Sasha didn't even dislike her work, it was the way she was treated that made her miserable. No one appreciated what she did for the sky city, so she was stepped and spit on no matter how well she did on a project. That was just reality. If someone appreciated the Latina, she would be 100x happier. Sasha shoveled the Eva onto two plates and brought them back to the bed where she sat cross legged with one plate in her lap and handed the other over to Alexander. After shoving an entirely too big piece of egg into her mouth she chewed loudly for a moment before looking up at her companion. You seem unsettled. Did you have that dream again? She asked before shoving more food in her mouth. Once the man disappeared, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of Emmalines shoulders. Something was very strange here. She had never been unable to do anything with her own body in her dreams nor had she ever seen a person there before. Was this a sick side effect of one of the experiments? Were they prodding at her psyche just to see how much it would take for her to break? The cruelty never seemed to end with these people, so Emma considered it a possibility, but there was something in the back of her mind telling her that it wasn't like that. She had an inkling feeling that the mans presence was something entirely unrelated to her past or present. Maybe his existence could even be inherently good. She lowered herself to the ground and allowed the tears of frustration to flow. Maybe things could have been different if she could have spoken to him or gotten to him. It would have felt wonderful just to lay her hands on someone once more. How ironic that a woman who had felt nothing but pain for the last two years wanted nothing more than just to run her hands over someones cheek or hold their hand. It was the simple acts like that that she missed more than anything else. For now, however, Emmaline would just have to wait. One of two things would happen now either he would come back or he wouldn't. Only time would tell, and she had nothing but time while in these induced states. Please come back. I think I might need you to survive.