WARNING: More slight actual dreaming about romantic nights, foot massages, kisses, and cuddles.
TOPSANNAH POV
I sleep soundly after giving Rising Star and Father their food.
"Oh, Quanah! Yes, please! Right there!" I cry out.
"If I had known you had wanted this so badly, I would do it more often." Quanah says with a sneaky smirk. I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him deeply. He kisses back.
"Now," I say, settling back on Quanah's bedroll. "More foot massage, slave!" I tease.
"Yes, master." He replies, and continues massaging my feet.
After he has finished massaging my feet, I cuddle up close to his warm chest, lazily slinging my hand across to touch his left pectoral. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me, his strong hands grazing my hips.
"I love you, Quanah."
"I love you too, Topsannah."
We lean in for a kiss, and...
I am jolted awake by a wolf howling. I snuggle deeper into my bedroll, pulling the robes tighter to my body, wishing Quanah was here. I would be laying in his chest, his arms around me, our hands holding, and he would protect me from the wolf. He would reassure me I was safe with him and I would go back to sleep.
But no.
Quanah isn't here.
Quanah will never be here.
This is just a foolish girl's fantasies. But what if my dream was a vision. Maybe Quanah and I are meant to be!
No.
No.
No.
NO!
Stop letting your mind wander to thoughts of him!
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