Alexi twisted under the sheets and smiled as the wandering hand traced it’s way up his body.
“What do you know, hmm?”
She straddled him, Marta sliding a silky thigh across his waist and leaning forwards as she did, that vanilla-scent infusing him as she scratched his chest and put her face close to his.
“I know what you should do.”
Alexi could think of only one thing he wanted to do right now. He moved a hand and it was quickly taken up, held down at the wrist. He felt himself rising, his heart beating faster and faster. Marta continued to hold him down, her smile just visible underneath her hair as it closed them both off from the world like a curtain draped around them.
“Marta...” His voice was shaky.
“You should do it, you should play the game.” She whispered, soft and warm in his ear as she pressed her buttocks against him. “We could do it together.”
“Marta...I...” Alexi began than gasped as Marta pushed herself onto him, her back arched and breasts hanging ripe and round in his face.
“Your dream Alexi, we could have your dream.” Marta moaned, thrusting herself against him, sending waves of pleasure shuddering through him.
“Oh God, Marta! Oh God!”
She pulled his hands up by the wrists and placed them around her waist as she rode back and forth, harder and harder.
“Alexi, your dream Alexi, don’t you want it?”
She squeezed him and raked his chest. “Don’t you want it, Alexi? Don’t you want it?”
“Marta, Marta, Marta...” Alexi gasped, his words shooting out in short sharp bursts as his whole body pulsed.
As their bodies both shuddered together, Marta folded onto his chest, her breathing hard and heavy in his ear.
“Play a game with me Alexi, play the game.”
Alexi just lay there, more exhausted than he had ever felt, suddenly more tired than he could possibly imagine. He felt the sharpness of teeth nibbling on his earlobe and a hand sliding down, holding him, working him but he couldn’t stay awake, the tiredness overwhelming him, smothering him like a blanket. He heard Marta’s voice, husky, sensual, urgent as her hand moved faster.
“Your dream Alexi. Don’t you want your dream?”
Then there was black.
* * * * *
When Alexi woke up, Marta was gone. She worked early and when Alexi looked at the clock, he saw the all too familiar time staring back at him, the refuge of day time television, students and the unemployed. His memory of the night was hazy, he didn’t feel very rested at all, but he remembered the sex. God, the sex. Marta had been crazy, had awoken something in both of them that he hadn't known existed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he had a shower, extra hot. When he got out, he saw the letter waiting on the kitchen table at the end of the hall and his thoughts went to Marta. Whilst he got dressed, he decided that he needed to call her.
“Alexi! You can’t call right now, I’m working!”
“Marta, about last night...”
“Alexi, I haven’t got time for this right now, I’ll call you back in an hour over lunch.”
There was a click and the line went dead. He sighed and spent the next half-hour pacing back and forth before deciding practice some magic tricks. The shame of yesterdays disaster made him avoid that particular trick, but he practiced a few simple card tricks until the phone rang.
“Alexi, you got me in a lot of trouble with my boss earlier, I’ve told you before you can’t call me when I’m at work.”
“Sorry.” He said quietly, looking down at his feet.
“What did you want to talk to me about anyway?”
“Last night, what happened? What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Last night, the sex...”
“I think you must have been dreaming, I’d barely got undressed before you’d fallen asleep. You sound like you enjoyed yourself though. Is this really what you called me about, Alexi? You want to get me fired because of a sex-dream?”
“Oh God, is this is your hapless way of telling me you’ve been sleeping around, is that it? Getting me fired at the same time just the icing on the cake for you, is it Alexi?”
“Marta, no! NO! Of course not, it was just a dream, like you said!”
“I’m joking Alexi. Well, I’m happy you had such a nice dream. Maybe we can make it a reality later, hmm?” She laughed.
“Ugh, Alexi. You have to cheer up! Be positive.”
“That’s a start. You can have your dream Alexi.”
“Your dream, tonight. You don’t get to have me all in your head by yourself. I want to see what’s so great in there. Tonight Alexi, your dream comes true. I’ve got to go now, love you.”
“I love y-” Click.
Alexi walked back into the bathroom, confused and afraid. He looked at the mirror and unbuttoned his shirt. Had it all been just a dream? The scars in the mirror seemed to laugh at him.