47:Lucid—Reality 

A call poured through the air rousing me  to stir up embracing my ears it compels  me to abide without  a second glance of  my surroundings I heeded it, heart quickened in my thorax limbs shuddered into the cold air 

 "just a little more.." it cooed "come to me, Now. " pace strives high to the sultry rasping call it becomes more impatient, the little voice of consciousness the sense of where it is, who is calling, dimmed down. In the Dark strong scent of Lavender allay me closer to  tranquil

"You're late."A voice husked impeding the silence 

Enthralling to discover what was within the darkness I failed to enroll the presence of who I'm with, behind me. Tracing   my eyes to find where the voice came a familiar face came into view 

Jennie was sitting on an armchair her eyes narrowed as a smirk played on the corner of her lips, her bare pale legs thrown over the footrest lazily as she leans back holding a glass of red liquor, other armrests comfortably across the handstand playing with her hair she took a sip from her glass. 

Taken aback by her appearance, my eyes tracked her movements while her eyes bored into me in pause. Her V-shaped trimmed black lace silky night dress drew her perfectly sculptured breasts leaving the thin robe open as brunette locks  flowed down her shoulders freely, shimmering at the lambert ripples of light ." What? Nothing to say" she drawled tilting her head and swirling her glass 

I parted my lips but words failed to format her narrowed eyes frowned, clicking  her tongue  " Perhaps you only like to talk about your new friend." she hissed at the word 'friend'

Her phrases erect annoyance directed at me brows raise as brown eyes gleam irked. "Maybe we should do this as long as you want until you say sorry, yes." 

Swallowing a lump in my throat I tried to not stare at her cleavage inappropriately, yet eyes pursued the black color of her nightwear forming a strong contrast with her fair glass skin stopping on her mid thighs showing off her slender legs that made me wonder how it would feel to have them wrapped around me, how painful it would be to be wrapped my neck with them, bone-crushing maybe but what if she is more gentle, it won't hurt that much would it.   

"Be careful what you wish for." The berated tone squealed, snapping me out of the haze as if she could hear all the thoughts.

"I–you…" I started and she slammed the glass onto the wooden side table the thud sound swiped through the darkness averting my gaze from her I lower my head to look down

"And now you're being shy," She let out an amusement." weren't shy getting into her arms were you?". Peering up I noticed a hinted smirk on her delicate natural peach-tinted lips but the reprimand   was still there in her eyes 

"Who are you  talking about?" I dauntless to ask 

Her eyes bulged letting out a heartful crackle her hand reached for a bottle"Who are you talking about..?" She mimicked "who am I talking about? You dare to ask your wife! I'm talking about your friend! You're married for god sake! "Throwing the bottle on the floor she yelled 

Her gaze turns sharper with each mention of 'friends' cutting through me. My physical strength recoils waned under her blank stares. It  reminds me how oft and  unco her mood swings can be once she is caring and pleasant then suddenly in a blink of an eye she became furious not caring if her words hurt someone not apparent in her actions the reasons are still unpredictable and sometimes the situations can be a handful to handle it can throw me off push me away turn me down 

Still…

I want to be by her side as long as she wants. 

" friend? Lisa?" I ask at the innuendo of this 'friend' 

"Lisa," scoffed the Idol, arching her eyebrow as she rested her chin over the back of her palm." Don't say her name in front of me" She sulked 

A smile formed on my lips, leaning my head a little. I caught her chewing her lips. " Are you jealous  Mrs. Kim?" 

"In your dreams. Mrs. Kim" Scowling she rolled her eyes 

Right, this is a dream, isn't it? I move my hands to care for my face but didn't feel anything  the sensation of touch subsides when it came to me  all of this is my dream I glimpse everywhere at the objects they become more evident a room with white painted walls furnished with furniture and  gold crafted floor glass pieces shattered on a rug a sigh escaped from my lips  tears dwelled my eyes for the first time here  I am dreaming not a nightmare  not any old memory of past but an actual dream 

A dream of us. 

"What happen Yeobo?" Jennie implores her voice softening velvety "you can't cry first say sorry." She orders 

If this is a dream then why hold back, gaping at her " should I come closer?" I implied  

My suggestive remark earned an enthused nod and a barely audible hum of approval.

Sitting on the footrest she lifts her legs I glide them to rest on my thighs while fingertips gently brush over them drawing patterns and caressing the skin with tenderness. 

Fate Adierson how can you get so lucky to marry such a beautiful divinity who   you  worship only in your dreams 

Only in Dreams.

Holding my head high, I gaze at my divinity who was eagerly waiting, bending her head down, hands adorned with her svelte four  fingers stroking my cheeks before her thumb and pointer hooked my chin up." Apologies Jagiya" 

Steely calculating my words I opened my mouth to speak but My divinity interrupted, placing a soft kiss over my head. " Go on." she encourages 

I smile and move near to her knees caressing her calf. "I'm sorry,"  whispering I place  a small kiss over her patella  

She purses her lips in disdain "we both know you can do better than that"  

Better? what else could I–,

Reaching for her knees, I separate her legs to kneel between them, limbs maneuvered around my back. I took a sharp breath when her heels caressed my shoulders to dig into my spine brushing over the bruised skin not to hurt just enough to tug  me further,   "please forgive me." 

She stiffened as my hands reached up to stroke the apex of her thighs.  "I'm sorry," Her sigh was an approval for me to continue. They made me wonder what she would do if I– "so sorry…" nipping at the soft flesh gently between my teeth  I groaned. 

A whine shredded from her lips throwing back her head, her hold tightened around my rear " Do you forgive me, Mrs. Kim ?" A solvent of tease dyed with the heaviest moan as her response dulled anger " Do you want more?" I implore breathing in her inner thigh  " tell me …" I gaze up. 

Her fingers began to trail down my nape, removing her legs from my back and allowing me to get up " oh I know what you doing, " she muttered resting her elbow on her knees, her brown eyes shone with mischievousness. soon I feel something soft pressed against my back as she stood up." only I can do that." 

Sifting on the armchair I gaze at her fingers caressing down and stop at the front of my chest she closes her eyes breathing with the rhythm of my heart," My," she spoke before placing one of her knees between my legs, I nod dazzled staring at her lips yearning to sink my teeth into them only  if she let, with all hopes  she will my hands reach up  to catch and  pull her into a kiss but she chuckles as I arched 

"What? want to kiss me. " Deriding  those words she grabbed my wrist." you don't deserve it, "

I grumble at the loss of contact she ignores me and chuckles before her face hardens, her hand dropped lower on my throat leaning forward, her lips brushed against my cheeks." even if it's your dream you still can't control my actions My Dove" she murmurs her honey voice taunts my woe. 

With a groan, I attempted to move from her grasp; she tutted as fingers squeezed my neck, a warning. " you're not real, give me what I want. " I winced 

Her lips pressed to my jaw, kissing gently, " and what do you want?" she sneered

"You." 

She laughed fingers skimming over my thighs to go higher leaving my wrist"Then Beg for it."  

This is unfair. 

A chaste of  Torture.  

 This is my dream. Why can't I have any sway on her to get everything yet this perception is a thrill of pleasure " aren't you going to beg? " she asks, this wasn't a question her lenience die out as an abrupt harsh pinch provokes me to gasp, and draw against her," Tell me. " 

 Her terms mellowed my ears, sighing at the sensation of her palms huddling within my inner thighs gathering the slick wetness on her fingertips " you so wet Fate," she moaned. toes curl, hip  lugs up seeking her touch "all for me." 

"ye-yes." I whimpered tilting my head to look at her 

"But you still don't deserve it." 

Wait what 

I looked up at her movement. She stood in front of me, slowly beginning to languish away from my reach. "it's time to wake up," she smiles before everything turns black  

Yelping at the sight my eyes snapped open, jerking me awake from slumber, grimacing at the sweat clinging to my back I stertorous for lungful breaths placing  my hand over my chest to calm my heart  the layers of soft sheets wrapped around me didn't soothe my nerves 

All too hot. 

It took a while to realize I was in my room head throbbed every part was sore I arched my back to move my bare legs 

Bare? 

In confusion, I threw the sheets off eyes went wide realizing I wasn't wearing any undies shiver runs down my spine when the beams of light and cool air brushed against the moist heat between my legs from the curtains, and a pulse of persistence throbbed within it, brows knitted at the thought Did I—?

Gulping down a choke I let out a deep sigh to stand up but slumped over when my head starts to spin, resting my elbows on my knees I clutch my head to erase the pulsation, Damm it hangover!

When the sensation of nausea faded I swept my eyes around the room drenched clothes scattered around the floor. last night's events  Did I change them—? Picking them up I walked into the bathroom 

"Jesus Christ!" I froze upon glaring at my pale face messy hair unclothed reflection the back form with dark brushed scars stained with new purple ones over both of my shoulders not only shoulders I turn around slightly  there were desperate red nails digging marks on my waist 

"Hell! "  I ran my hands to caress the tingling sensation thumping underneath my fingertips. "Jennie, "closing my eyes to recollect my thoughts, the vague memories with sedative cries howled in my head, those marks it's hers but why do I have them Did We—?

No. No way that could ever have happened no matter how drunk I get I would never do anything like that. She has a boyfriend. If I would, she would have slapped the shoot out of me, a jumble of mess havered but what if.

I shook my head. Fate, you have to calm down. Maybe she was helping me to get inside the room. That's why I got those marks because her hold gets rough sometimes, yes for now just use that explanation.

'But what if you forced her? ' A voice rang at the back of my head 

Breathing becomes heavier to the mere assumptions of trepidation kept growing  and denial not bearing to look at my reflection I turn away to jump into the shower cold water rivulet  down my back as if life liquid giving potency to relax tense muscles dropping my forehead against the tiled wall I close my eyes until feels the pulse of my temples 

What have you done Fate?