TITLE: Dream Goddess
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
Email: annette.gisby@which.net
Archive: Ephemeral, gossamer
Rating: NC-17
Class: V, MSR, Scully/Other (slash dream)

Dream Goddess (1/1)

The dream first started when I turned twelve, and I've had it every
month since, until recently, when the dream stopped completely and
I began to wonder why.

In the dream I am a young girl again, twelve, thirteen maybe. My hair
is long, tumbling in red gold waves down my back. I'm wearing an old
fashioned long white nightgown, lace around the collar and cuffs. I'm
running barefoot through the grass, dew tickling my feet as I pass.

I have my nightgown bunched up in my hands to make it easier to run.
Someone is chasing me, but I don't feel frightened, just excited and
free and I risk a glance behind me. I see another girl gaining on me,
dressed similarly and she smiles. I see gleaming white teeth and I
run on a little bit further before getting so out of breath that I
know I won't be able to go on much longer.

Suddenly she's there, pulling me down onto the grass and we tumble
and giggle like mad things before lying down beside each other on the
grass. This girl is older than me, seventeen or so, with deep violet
eyes, alabaster skin with just a hint of pink on the cheeks from our
run and every time she looks at me I feel my heart flutter frantically
against my chest. She has jet black hair tied back with a velvet
ribbon. I ache to touch it, to know how it feels in my hands, but I'm
to shy to make a move. I don't know her name, have never known it. I
think of her as my dream goddess, here to guide me into what I do not
know.

"I almost didn't catch you that time," she says, sitting up and 
staring right through me.

"You always catch me," I reply, still feeling out of breath from my
run. I feel a strange tingling all over, like my skin is singing in
a language I cannot understand, but feeling that soon I will know what
it means.

My dream goddess leans over me and kisses me full on the mouth. My 
eyes widen in surprise and shock, there is an ache between my legs 
and I feel moisture there. She pulls away, laughing at my innocence.

"Silly! Hasn't anyone ever kissed you before?"

"No," I manage to croak.

"You're supposed to close your eyes."

I nod, my mouth no so dry that I'm afraid to speak, afraid to break 
the spell, afraid that she won't kiss me again. I close my eyes 
obediently, patiently waiting for the magic to happen again. I can 
hear the rustle of her gown as she moves in closer to me, I feel a 
breath on my cheek.

It seems and eternity of waiting, but finally it is there, a soft
brush of lips against my own, teasing me, tasting me, a tongue
against my teeth and my mouth seems to open of it's own accord.

I'm dimly aware of a hand, her hand, gliding along the neckline of my
gown and I swallow panic. What is she doing? Should we even be doing
this? Her hand moves, comes in contact with the soft buds of my barely
formed breasts and I arch into her, feeling a pulse of electricity
between my thighs. I shudder against her, grabbing hold of her hand,
not sure whether I'm trying to remove it, or to keep it there. She
circles a nipple with a delicate finger, softly, gently, until I am
writhing on the ground. She has caught me on the very verge of 
womanhood, on fire with a yearning that I have no name for.

Her hand moves lower, caressing my tummy, my belly button, then lower
still. She presses a firm hand against met, at that secret spot 
between my legs I arch off the grass, loving the feel of the pressure 
there, but feeling frustrated, as if there is something missing, 
something more I need. She presses harder, I cry out and my cries are 
swallowed by her mouth, my legs trembling, the orgasm spilling from 
my body as stars as bright as firelight dance behind my eyelids.

Then I am no longer on the ground, I am soaring through the stars, 
with my dream goddess in front of me, beckoning me forward. I know I 
must follow but I'm getting scared. It's getting darker with no stars 
to light the way. She turns and smiles at me. "It's all right. He's 
here. He's waiting for you."

I wake and find that she did speak true. He's there, lying in bed
beside me, his face bright in the moonlight that spills through the
window, no curtains were drawn tonight. I'm still shaking with the
after effects of the dream, feeling so aroused that I'm sure I could
almost climax just from a small touch or smile from him.

"Mulder," I whisper gently, I feel strangely calm.

He wakes immediately, his hand going to the nightstand and the gun
placed there, already alert to any danger. "Scully? What is it?" he
asks, but I see him calm down when he sees I am smiling.

"It's time," I say, patting my bump just as another contraction rips
through me, but I hardly feel the pain now.

I knew my dream goddess would return and what a return it was.

Just in time to welcome our new child into the world.

The End

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