La Luna - His Future || Bruno Madrigal Fanfic || Book One

Just A Dream

The sun was beating down on my back as I sat legs crossed in front of the small river our camp was stationed at. It was early. Too early. But I spent another sleepless night, feeling the crushing weight of uncertainty. I laid there for hours contemplating what I should do about these feelings. I wanted so desperately to know how he'd react to me or if he already knew about me. I assumed he didn't cause he surely would have made an attempt to reach out to me by now.

I could feel our magic growing between us, with every mile I had put behind my old home, towards him. My future.

I decided some time in the early hours of the night before sunrise that I would try to reach him through our bond. I knew it was strong enough now and I had to try. If not for him, for me so I could get some rest again. I felt so weak. So tired all the time.

I waited til the sun began to rise above the trees, just enough so that I could see my way down to the river. It's where I felt the calmest and at peace and I wanted to be away from the camp in case I messed this up.

I thought about what exactly I should do or show him or how I should reach him. I turned over every scenario in my mind while laying there at night. I didn't want to scare him away but I also wanted to be true to my feelings. He means so much to me and I know how I feel about him in my heart so it's only right that I just go with it... If he doesn't want me cause of this then it wasn't meant to be, surely. Our future would change but at least I know I did what was in my heart. I could live with that. At least that's what I told myself.

Wearing one of my favorite white nightgown dresses that I saved from years ago, and never dared to wear in fear this one special intimate item would get ruined somehow, I sat now... Legs crossed at the river. I adjusted the dress and smoothed it out. I liked how I looked in this. I know I can come off strong or as others put it "leader material" which I honestly hated. I hate speaking in front of people, especially big groups and I hate making decisions so having this responsibility never quite made me feel confident. Lo always said that I radiated a fierceness when it comes to my family and he's right. I would protect them over anything but does that make a great leader? Ha.
Either way... I wanted to look and feel confident in my body for this, so this dress was the right choice.
I hope he likes it.

I haven't tried this before.. Connecting with him directly, through dreams. I had a feeling that I could and my gut has always steered me right when it comes to my gift. My gift was guiding me.
There were zero plans on what I was going to say. I didn't want to rehearse anything cause I knew if I did I'd end up chocking on my words. No. I was going to just go to him and show him how much I adore him and hope he feels that. And then beg him to wait for me. Cause that's how desperate I am now.. Ugh.

I watched the water flowing in front of me and closed my eyes to listen. The sounds of the water focusing my energy. I used every ounce of that energy to think of nothing but him and the feeling of wanting nothing but for him to see me.

Weightless. That's how it felt for a moment before I realized I was standing in a dimly lit room, in front of a dark red sofa, a fireplace flickering behind me. I still felt weightless, like my troubles were lifted. I walked over to the empty sofa and begged whatever forces were giving me this gift to bring him here.

I've seen this space before. It's our living room, from before we remodelled our home. I've seen it during my time skips.

Maybe I conjured this space from memory cause so many of my favorite memories were here.

I thought about one particular memory from those time skips, from the night he first said those three words to me. It definitely was a favorite memory. Thinking about it I smiled and placed myself onto the sofa, as I did from memory. Closing my eyes I thought about it, smiling to myself, reaching out as if to feel him but not expecting what my fingertips actually touched. Skin. I don't dare open my eyes. I need to focus.

I could feel his skin at his wrists out in front of me, so I traced my fingers up along his arm, feeling my way to the back of his neck. I could feel the tears begin to burn in my eyes. I could hear him breathing and couldn't help but smile. The curls at the back of his neck so soft between my fingers.

I should probably stop before I get carried away.. Pulling my hand back, thinking about what to say next cause I should open my eyes at some point and see if this is real, his hands jolted out and grabbed my wrists and my eyes darted open out of instinct. I could feel from his hold that he was desperate for me, for my touch. He was being gentle but his strength held a certain possessiveness to it that surprised me.

I wanted so badly to comfort him. I could tell that his eyes were struggling to adjust to the light of the fireplace from behind me so I waited. He studied me fiercely. His eyes wondered over my body and fell on my face. Finding my own eyes. They looked back at me as if pleading with me.

"Hey.", I spoke as calmly as I could, "it's okay mi amor. I'm right here." hoping to reassure him. His eyes looking back at me with so much hope, I could feel my own begin to sting again.

It's okay if I cry, right.

I just couldn't look away from him. It felt so real. There was an unspoken connection between us, that I could see him begin to not only accept but crave. The energy, our magic, coursed between our bond.

A small pang of guilt overtook me as I realized that I was pulling some of his own magic to keep this connection going. I thought I was strong enough to do this on my own but it seems like this was always supposed to be a two way street.

His hands gripped at my thighs and couldn't help but chuckle seeing the expression on his face. I can't tell if he's admiring me or if it's pure shock at the situation. Either way it's adorable and I just want him to know that I want this. I want him. It's okay. That I'm his. He doesn't have to be embarrassed.

Maybe if I show him how much I want him back he'll feel more at ease. Biting my lip I scoot in closer to reach his neck. I've been itching to taste him since my fingers found him in the darkness. Placing soft kisses along his jaw I begin to feel his grip on my thighs tighten and with every kiss his hands feeling more needy. He's egging me on and he's completely oblivious to it. Nibbling my way down to his collarbone where I decide to test whether or not I could leave just a small mark behind, cause where would the fun be in this if I didn't, he suddenly pulled me in closer and ai dios mio.. was I not expecting that. A moan escaped my lips, even though I tried to contain myself.

This man is going to be the death of me. And I'm totally okay with that.

"You are so beautiful.", he said, with so much love in his eyes. I've heard him say it before, to me, during those vision time skips so I know what he's saying, what he means. He's said it many times before. His eyes give him away.

My chest is aching and I can feel my energy draining. I've been here too long. I have to go now.
I hope this was enough.

"I have to go now Brunito. This is all the time I could give you. I'm sorry. I'm so tired. Please wait for me, mi amor." I pleaded as I felt the tears roll down.

Please wait for me. Please.