Title: It Could Be Sweet
Author: Sarah
Pairing: K/I, implied M/M and M/L
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just borrowing them kthnx.
Rating: Adult
Summary: It's been over a year since Graduation and Isabel is having steamy dreams about someone she never expected to have feelings for.
This is for Jenny (jbangelo), who won me at the Support Stacie auctions. Please see Support Stacie for fundraising details and events for a truly worthy cause. I usually only write candy, so please be gentle with me! It will be a two part ficlet.
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The dream was always the same. My bed would shift and he would move over me in the night. He stroked my cheek with reverence, which marked the beginning of an onslaught. Hands and lips mapping my body, marking me as his and his only. I would lean up meet his lips with mine eagerly but never truly recognise whose mouth I was exploring. It was always an intense blur of colours and sounds with the most incredible feeling building up as he moved within me, harder and faster, until we fell into blissful, sweet oblivion. The last thing I would remember before waking was asking him why he was only a dream. I've never gotten my answer.
I woke up and looked at the alarm clock next to bed, while rubbing my eyes. 3 am. For the last couple of weeks or so, I had fallen into this routine of having a wild erotic dream and waking up at 3 in the morning. My dream lover was relentless in his haunt. Perhaps my subconscious was trying to tell me that I just missed the husband I left behind, but the truth was that my time with Jesse back in Roswell had become something of a blur. I have had precisely one year, two months and three days to think this over. From the moment I learned of Alex's passing, to graduation day when I told a devastated Jesse that I couldn't let him give up the successful life he had built for himself. Time and hindsight have shown the farytale whirlwind romance for what it really was – a rebound, plain and simple.
Sighing deeply, I sat up and surveyed the dingy motel room that the six of us have been holed up in for the past two days. Max and Liz lay pressed up tightly against one another on a ratty sofa while a bare chested Michael held Maria on top of his body on the double bed across from my single. Maria was also sans-clothing from her hips up. Ugh, the nerve of them getting it on while we all have to share the same room! I couldn't be more thrilled that their relationship is back on track and flourishing but some decorum clearly wouldn't go astray. Shaking my head in disgust, my eyes moved to Kyle sleeping in an armchair near the window. His head was turned to the side, his light brown hair rumped, mouth hanging slightly open. A small sliver of moonlight illuminated his handsome face, giving him an almost angelic appearance. Hah, well appearances in this case were certainly deceiving. Mischievous, crude, hilarious and sweet in his own eccentric way, yes but no angel. And I honestly wouldn't want him any other way.
Before I could pursue this line of thought any further, he shifted suddenly with a deep groan and his electric blue eyes fly open.
“Isabel?” he rasped quietly. “ You awake?”
Brown eyes met blue, our gaze holding for longer than seemed necessary.
“Yeah, I can't sleep tonight,” I whispered back.
“Me neither. I'm going to go out for a bit and clear my head. Come?”
I nodded slightly and sat up to pull my coat on over yesterday's clothes. When I'm forced to sleep in close quarters with the others, I don't feel comfortable stripping down to my sheer nightgown so I tend to sleep in whatever I wore the day before. Damn intimacy issues.
Kyle waited by the door and glanced briefly at Michael and Maria on the bed and chuckled sofly to himself. “Thought I heard some funny business going on earlier.”
“Yeah, I know. Could they possibly be any more gross?”
“Oh I don't know, it seems kind of inspiring to me,” he replied with a wink.
“Inspiring if you're only thinking with your little head, maybe. Are we going or what?”
Kyle held the door open for me and followed me out onto the icy pavement.
“It's not little, you know.”
Huh? I looked at him blankly. “What are you talking about?”
“The 'little' head. Or Kyle junior as I prefer to refer to him.” he grinned.
I gave him the patented withering Isabel Evans glare. “You really are sick, you know that?”
“Hey, not so little guy...she wants me, I know she does. You, me and Izzy living the dream.” Kyle looked down and pretended to pat his groin.
“Not even in your wildest, most unrealistic dreams.” I snapped.
He visibly tensed at that. “You'd be surprised.”
“Undoubtedly and not in a good way,” I said dismissively, but inwardly felt intrigued at the response. “Look, you said you needed to clear your head, did you want to talk about that?”
Kyle stopped walking and gave me another one of those inappropriately long gazes. He turned away strode off to sit on a bench in front of the motel's disused swimming pool. I followed and sat next to him, keeping close strictly for warmth. I looked past him toward the pool, its partially empty shell was littered with leaves and mud. Dirty, empty and desolate. Kind of like me, minus the dirty part. I've never done dirty very well.
Kyle coughed and I turned my attention away from our surroundings to focus back on him.
“I don't feel like talking about it.”
“Then why did you insist on pulling me out of our perfectly warm room to sit out here and freeze our butts off?”
“Because you love me,” he smirked. “And want to do me so bad, that you can't sleep.”
For a moment I was dumbfounded. While the innuendo was par for the course when conducting a conversation with Kyle, it seemed for just a second that it was almost as if he knew what I had been dreaming about before I woke up. That line of thought stirred something inside of me. But my dream lover couldn't have been Kyle... Oh great, as if my dreams weren't disturbing enough on their own.
Snapping back into reality, I tossed my head in the most nonchalant manner possible and decided not to bite. Clearly Kyle had issues and I was not about to let him cover it up with crude attempts at flirtation. All crude jokes aside, he had become my closest friend and confidant on the run and I couldn't stand the thought of him hurting in any way.
“Seriously, Kyle. Something is up with you and you obviously need to get it off your chest. You've heard me blather on about Alex and Jesse enough times, now it should be your turn to vent,” I replied.
He shrugged and looked away.
“Please....Kyle... I have to know that you're ok. If something is wrong, if something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself-”
“Nothing's wrong, Isabel,” Kyle cut in quickly. “Really, it's not life or death stuff.”
I sighed in exasperation. “Just tell me.”
“I said I didn't feel like talking because I wasn't sure if any good could come from you knowing.”
“Look, if you're worried that I'm going to go and tell Max or Michael, I promise that I won't. On their lives I swear, even,” I promised. “Don't make me beg.”
I started to stand up to begin pacing in front of the bench, when Kyle's hand shot out to grab my arm, causing a small electric shock that startled both of us. My eyes met his and I was almost swept away by the intensity of his gaze.
“You want to know? Fine,” he began. “I've been having these dreams, on and off. They're like fragments of the past – Alex's death, unknowingly helping to move his body, the last moments of Tess...” his voice trailed off a bit before continuing. “And then there are the other dreams. They're explosive, not like any other dream I've had before.”
I nodded intently and waited for him to go on.
“They're incredibly hot, completely sexual. I'm standing in a bedroom and there's someone sleeping on the bed. I move towards her and the bed shifts while I climb on top. Her skin is so soft, and I can't reaching out to feel it under my hand, stroking her face. Our lips meet and then...it gets amazing. It's intense and real, not like a usual wet dream.”
Mildly disturbed by the similarities between my dream and his, I decided to end the conversation then and there. “Well as riveting as that play by play description was, I really should be getting back now and-”
I didn't get a chance to finish as Kyle jumped off the bench and moved in front of me to block my exit.
“I didn't finish. The girl that I was with, don't you want to know who she is?”
“What you do in your dreams is your own business, nothing to do with me.”
“Bullshit,” he stepped closer, into my space. “You know her better than anyone.”
“Kyle, I'm warning you to back off.” I shot back.
I had to get away from here, so many things I couldn't or didn't want to think about now.
“I can't!” he moved closer still. “It's you, Isabel. Always you. I'm not a dream.”
Shaking my head in disbelief, I tried to leave but my legs were unwilling to move.
He wasn't a dream.
And then he moved right in to silence any further protest from me with a searing kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED.