Feel My Love ➵ Stilinski

Just A Dream

I feel someone laying soft kisses my the side of my neck, going lower and lower until they reach my collar bone. I feel myself let out a soft groan as they lightly nibbled at the crook of my neck. I run my hands through what feels like hair and open my eyes as I lean back. I am sitting on some guy's lap in the driver's seat of some car. He has bright brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. He also has a few moles on his face. He's very attractive, but I have no idea who this is.

What the hell is going on? Is this some sort of dream or something? I've never had a dream like this. I can't control what I say or do. It's like I'm forced to play out this scene. It doesn't really feel like a dream though. It feels like this actually happened. Like some sort of deja vu.

I look down to see a few dark bruises lining my chest. "I wish these lasted for longer than an hour."

"So you can show them off to everyone and embarrass the hell out of me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"What's so embarrassing about our love?" I pout.

He shakes his head. "Nothing. I would just like to keep it private."

"You're no fun." I let out a small whine.

He let's out a chuckle before leaning forward and catching my lips. I can actually feel my breath getting taken away when his lips touched mine. I've never had that happen before. His tongue slides across my bottom lip. I smirk before parting my lips slightly. His teeth lightly graze my bottom lip before tugging at my bottom lip. He pulls back slightly with a glint in his eye. How does he know what to do to get me all turned on?

"Is that fun enough for you?" He smirks.

I cock my head some. My hand pulls on his shirt. "I don't think it's going to be any fun until this comes off."

"Well, you know what they say. Ladies first." He tells me. His hands slowly slide up my thighs. They go past my waist and up my stomach. How he can do this without tickling me is impressive. He grips the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head.

My hands lock around his neck as I pull him to me. My lips press to his needily. His hands settle on my lower back before slowly drifting upwards. His fingers graze the back of my bra. Right as he was about to undue it, a loud blare echoed around us making us both jump. It took us both a seconds to realize that my back had pressed into the horn.

"How many times are we going to go through this?" He asked. I'm guessing this has happened before.

I act offended. "Don't tell me you don't like jeep sex?"

"I love jeep sex." He said. "Well, I love any type of sex that involves you."

I press my lips to his in a soft manner. "Can we take this to the back seat now?"

"As you wish."

I let out a gasp as I open my eyes. I look around to see that I'm in my bed, not in some random person's car. I don't recall ever seeing him before, so why would I dream about him? And why would it feel so real? Why did I want it to be real?

I hear a knock on my door before Scott's voice rung out. "Come on Autumn. We're gonna be late."

I drag myself out of bed. I walk over to my closet. I throw on a pale blue long sleeve shirt and tucked it into some black ripped skinny jeans. I put on a pair of white converse.

I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth and newly cut hair before applying just a little bit of makeup. I got tired of my long hair so I decided to cut it. It now reaches just below my collar bones. I also got some warm highlights. I grab my stuff before walking out of my room. I see Scott waiting for me at the foot of the stairs.