Clandestine | 18+

41 ~ Dreamless in Sleep

The ride~ Omido & Kea
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"If obsession doesn't consume you whole, what is love anyways?"
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Estelle Adler Camelli

I was... relaxed? My body felt as if it was surrounded by soft cushions, heavy and darkness all around me. I did not want to open my eyes. I hadn't felt the relaxation you got from many hours of sleep for years.

I was dreamless, thank God for that, and the only single thought in my mind was how much I missed to just not be occupied.

Slowly, very slowly, I opened my eyes. The room was dark, yet I could see the silhouette of a man. One I could guess anywhere. My mind was hazy, somehow no fight in me. I couldn't even find power in me to be able to speak. My eyes closed again, the soft cushions pulling me in as a soft satisfied sigh left my lips.

Then his voice was heard, a bit panicked and tired.

"Estelle?" The voice called me, but my mind was only focused on the heaviness of my body and the calmness. His voice was interrupting the closest thing I would guess could be compared to heaven.

I let an other sigh, just this one— more annoyed.

He was by my side in seconds, or so I thought since along with the cushions against my body, I felt two hands caressing my hair.

God, it felt so good. I think I snuggled closer to his hand. A breath left his lips.

"Are you awake?" A hint of hope in his voice.

No. I didn't want to be awake. I wanted to sleep again, and his hand on my hair was making it easier, and easier, and easier—

Drawing me in, and in, and in—

He removed it and a sound of protest left my lips.

"God, alright. Okay." He muttered something to himself, and I felt a weight settle beside me on the bed. His hand went to my hair again, to my scalp, massaging it, then planting a soft kiss on my lips. Then, carefully, with his hand still in my hair, he pressed a soft kiss on my neck as if he missed it.

I think some distance was left between my body and his, and I wanted his warmness. It was as if it was the last step to heavenly sleep. So, I snuggled closer to his body, pressing my face in his shoulder.

Sleep was pulling me in, and in, and in, and—

"Don't scare me like that again." He whispered, not stopping his rhythm, now going to massage my head again. "I thought I lost you."

No thoughts were in my mind, only motion, and warmness, and feeling.

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Alonzo Pierce

Her warmness beside me made my chest clench at the image. A big bandage was wrapped around her waist, specifically at her right side.

Whenever I looked at her, she gave one perception. Power. Emotionless. Untouchable.

She was intoxicating. Her fiery eyes. Her cold voice. Her beautiful red lips. Her mind. How she deceived you without remorse, how the warmth of her body calmed me down, how only holding her near me made me think of sleep.

Even drugs never tempted me this much.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could only imagine her. Her soft skin, how I almost lost her, the words of my mamma on how my future wife would be and how she perfectly described her.