Love On Mars

Dreams

The next morning, you sat up in bed and stretched your arms, yawning. You looked to your right to see a smiling Chris with his chin resting on his knuckles. He was crouched down and looking at you. Smiling at you.

"Um, hello?" You asked wearily, your voice still raspy from waking up.

He smiled, said, "Hello, my beautiful alien. How was your sleep?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You looked at him in confusion, said, "Um, it was fine. Thanks," you said, hesitatingly.

He raised his eyebrows, said, "Is that it? Just fine?" He asked, pouting and looking like he knew that something was up.

You looked down at your lap in confusion and then looked back up at him. "Um, I slept well?"

He rolled his eyes, exaggerating the gesture. "Whatever. If you don't wanna own up to it then that's fine with me," he said, getting up from his crouched position.

You looked at him, still sitting on your bunk. "What do you mean?"

He wore a look of amusement. "Look, I don't judge, so you can completely tell me everything you dreamt about last night," he said with his eyebrows raised.

You paused for a moment, said, "I don't think I dreamt at all, Chris." You scratched your hand behind your head, still trying to think.

He sighed, exasperatedly, and said, "O-kay. If that's how you wanna play it then. Because you totally didn't moan my name in your sleep last night and wake up the whole crew. My mistake," he said and started to walk off.

Your cheeks became red, but you still couldn't remember the dream. "Chris, I did no such thing!" You yelled at him as he walked off. He responded with a waving motion, turning the corner.

You knit your eyebrows in confusion. Surely you would remember a dream such as that one. Right?

You shook it out of your thoughts and made your way into the kitchen, following the transparent path that Chris had developed.

In the kitchen you saw the whole crew gathered, eating away at whatever was in their silver packets. You looked at Chris who smirked at you, triggering Martinez to give you a genuine confused look. You shrugged at Martinez, grabbed a silver packet, stuck it in the microwave, pulled it out, and began eating at it.

Chris smirked at you the whole time while you ate away at it, making you roll your eyes and blush. He spoke up, "So, did you hear Y/N's dream last night?"

The whole crew looked at each other in confusion. You turned red. "No," they all said in unison, shaking their heads.

He smirked. "Well, in her dream, she was, um, how do I put this?" He says, placing his finger on his chin as if he's deep in thought. "She was having a wet dream about me," he says, smiling. Lewis stares at Chris in disappointment. Johanssen wore a confused look. Vogel stopped eating his meal mid-chew. And Martinez looked at Chris, confused.

Martinez spoke up. "Dude, Y/N wasn't having a dream like that last night. At least, not that I could hear," he says.

Chris knits his eyebrows together and says, "Um, you didn't hear all that moaning?" You turn red once again.

Martinez takes a moment, says, "No, dude. I had a hard time falling asleep last night after Y/N's incident. But you were making some weird noises in your sleep," he states. He suddenly smiles. "Were you having a dream that Y/N was having a wet dream about you?" He asked with a  smirk on his face.

"Martinez, Beck- enough," Lewis interjected, giving them each cold looks.

You were smiling now. You had won the battle. Or war. Whatever the horrible event in history, you had won it.

Chris was blushing like a madman, scrambling to eat the rest of his food. He threw his packet away and then fled in the direction of the gym, wiping his hands on his pants as he walked away. You smiled to yourself.

The crew began chatting away once again and you walked over to Martinez. "Thanks, Rick, but you didn't have to come up with a lie like that," you said, figuring that he lied for you to save you from embarrassment.

His eyebrows raised. "I wasn't lying, Y/N, I swear. He actually was making weird ass grunt noises in his sleep. I thought he was getting possessed or something," he says, taking another bite of his unidentified food.

You raised your eyebrows in shock. "Really?" You ask, contemplating this thought.

"Yup," he says, taking his final bite of his food before throwing it away.

You began walking off to find Chris. "Where you going?" Martinez asked.

"To find someone," you called back, giving him a waving motion.

As you walked to the gym, thinking that that was where Chris had retreated, you smiled to yourself. "Take that, Beck," you mumbled under your breath. At least he was back to his old self- annoying.

You arrived at the gym room and saw Beck walking on a treadmill, slowly. Very slowly.

You walked up to the treadmill and pressed the button to turn it off. He didn't seem to notice because he kept walking. "Beck?" You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

He gave you a bewildered look before seeing that it was you, his face turning red. You smirked as he stepped off the treadmill.

"So, um," he began, scratching his hand behind his head. "Um." He didn't seem to know how to go through his sentence.

"So, um? Really, Beck?" You retorted. "You," you said, nudging his chest with your finger, "had a sex dream about me. Admit it."

He looked bewildered. "I did no such thing!" He said, quoting you from earlier.

"Yes you did! Martinez even heard you making weird ass grunt noises that made you sound like you were being possessed," you said, quoting your friend.

He rolled his eyes. "I had a dream that you were having a sex dream about me,"  he said.

This time you rolled your eyes. "But you still heard me moaning in your dream, didn't you?"

He seemed flustered, as if he didn't know what to say. "Maybe it wasn't you. Maybe I was having a dream that someone was having a dream about having sex with me," he countered.

"Then why did you confront me this morning asking if I had a good night's sleep and if I remembered the dream? And you even pointed it out to the whole crew," you said.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. Motioning with his arms, he said, "Fine. Ok? Fine. Maybe- yes, it was you. Ok? Can we get off the subject, please?" He asked, clearly agitated.

"Oh, I'm sure you would like to get off with me, now wouldn't you?" You asked, smirking at him and winking, proud of your play on words.

He stared at you with a shocked expression before staring at you through slits. He began walking away, but not before mumbling "Dick," under his breath.

"I know you wanna use it on me!" You yelled back, earning a middle finger from him. You smiled to yourself.

You were never going to let this dream go.

Does this chapter suck? I had no other ideas besides this one.

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