Daydreamer Meaning (Book 3 in the daydreamer trilogy)

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

 Everything seems to be happening so quickly, mind couldn't catch up with my movements. It seems like only a few minutes ago I was lying in heap on a cold concrete floor, gaping at the lifeless body of my best friend. Now I am sat back in my room on one of the leather couches, the heat from the blazing fire not breaking trough the cold shield around me. I shiver as a hand is placed on my shoulder, Regan comes into me view, his face downward and eyes pained, his lips are moving but I can't hear him, I can only hear my own heart breaking.

 "Izzie!"    

He has resorted to linking me, but I still ignore him, I don't want to talk, I don't want to do anything but sit here and wallow in my grief, I wonder where Machala is, is she somewhere else giving Riley the cold shoulder, for the first time in weeks, I don't feel the need to know exactly where she is, I hardly care to be honest and that thought makes my gut churn, tucking my feet up under my but I lay on my side bring my body flush to my thighs and hugging my knees, tears pour from my eyes again as my mind fills with images of Mickey's dead body.    

"Izzie, please just let me in...let me hold you, I need you!"    

Opening my eyes I am confronted with a weak smile and pleading eyes, I sit up never letting my eyes leave his and allow him to pick me up and carry me over to the bed. He lays me down and climbs on with me, never letting himself lose contact with me, as if he did he may lose me again in my own mind. his warm touch is distracting and all I can think about is how little we have touched over the past few weeks, I mean really touched and explored each other, with everything that has been going on. I try to remember the last time we had kissed with the passion I felt inside, as I did this an image of Regan towering over me, his body glistening with a sheet of sleek sweat and his breathing laboured entered my mind, it shock so mush so that I almost screamed, and Regan chuckled behind me.    

"You have a strange way of bringing the worst out in me when I need to be my best Izzie stark!"    

He said as he leaned into my body pressing himself against me and warming my shivering bones even more, his eyes bore into my sole, showing me he will protect me and love me for the rest of his existence and I melt, I give way to all the sorrow I have been feeling and let him replace it with lust and wanting, I need him, regardless of the circumstances and what I have been through I need him with me in me, to distract me from the pain. His lips connect with mine and the whole room seems to hang on a slant, my head clears and I press my lips harder to his, granting access to his mouth without asking. The kiss is heavy and hard, no romance is in the air, just pure unavoidable need, from both of us, as he hastily reach's to pull up and dress and release me of my panties, I have a moment to panic, should I be doing this now? but before further doubt can intrude, Regan's mouth his upon mine again causing a strangled moan to shudder through me as I feel him fumbling to release himself from his pants.

He is still wearing his shirt and I my dress, there is no time to second guess this, I need to feel the connection with him that I have been missing and he needs to help me forget the pain I am in, as his hands slide up and down my body and he places harsh kisses over the exposed skin of my neck I link him showing him want I want him to do, he shudders at the images I show him and I kiss him again quickly to stop him from the doubt that was trying to over take him, after one more forceful Image I close the link and allow him to take me where I know he can, away from the torture of my own mind, away from the sorrow and away from everything I have been feeling over the past few hours.  

A low annoying humming to my left has me begrudgingly opening my eyes to find it's source and destroy it, I only want to sleep here in the arms of the man I love after the perfect distraction to my grief, but no! someone here hasn't got the memo and now I am forcing my tiered eyes open to reveal a very tried looking Aiden? All thoughts of destroying out of my mind as I sit up bolt right interrupting Regan's sleep who stirs next to me.