The Dream
The Dream
Legal: The characters in this story are purely fiction. Any resemblance to other characters real or fictional is coincidence.
Deep in the bowels of the metal ship, we sleep. Well, she sleeps. I just rest, my gaze lingering over her perfect body.
We are so close that my nose tickles with the brush of her gentle breaths. Her face is angular in the regular feline style, but with softer cheeks and a larger nose. She doesn't like it, but I think the nose just gives her a more stern appearance, which only makes her giggle cutely.
Without averting my gaze, my mental eye begins to travel down her body. I've memorized every possible square inch of her beauty, so recalling it is no difficult task.
My mind travels, too, to the seemingly distant past when we first met. It was at the Academy, March 15, only four months ago next week. We bumped into each other at our first class. Something happened that day that I couldn't understand, and I somehow still don't.
My hand is gently laying over her and I start to trace soft circles in the fur of her back. All over, she is covered in fine, short blonde fur. My hand comes up to her bare shoulder. Slowly, I begin to brush her side, gradually working over her bare chest, over her stomach, and back to her side. It feels so soft and warm under my skin.
None of her friends could understand why she had chosen to take an interest in me, a human. I never conversed with them directly, but it was always clear through the gossip that some feline had the hots for a fleshy. It didn't take a genius to figure it out.
My hand stop at her lower back and gently stroke at her fur. Her tail rose up from just below her waist. I touch it and then gently wrap my hand around it. It was covered in the same fine fur as the rest of her body.
Her body shifts at the touch and I stop, afraid that I had accidentally woken her. When she leans back into her pillow, I resume gradually sliding my hand down the lean appendage.
It wasn't a secret that she had a minor fetish for her tail. It didn't fill her completely with pleasure, but she loved having it stroked. I was more than happy to oblige, including when she slept. I simply enjoyed the touch of her skin in my hand. The fact that she sighed happily while I did it was just a cute bonus.
It had taken her a year before she'd finally worked up the courage to approach me. I remember her look of anxiousness before the class that day. I had been sitting at the far side of the room well away from her normal spot, so I knew something was happening the moment she stepped forward.
I bring my hand off of her tail and instead bring it up to her face. Her hair, which was essentially headfur that she allowed to grow longer, gently fell over her face. I use a finger to brush it over her cheek. Her hair was relatively short, which disappointed me slightly because I prefer longer hair, but that was almost a necessity of her position on the cruiser. At the risk of waking her, I start to stroke her hair. When my hands touch her ears, they flick softly, but she doesn't stir any further than that small motion.
Our worlds had seemed to spiral from that point. Friends abandoned us, family questioned us, and society gave us looks wherever we went. But at the center of the maelstrom, we both forever had the solitude that was each other. Through the turmoil, our love for each other grew. We were two souls parted and found, and nothing was going to tear us apart.
Her eyes slowly flutter open. For a moment, my hand freezes in the middle of brushing her hair. Our eyes meet and I am instantly lost in their green depths. Her mouth curls into a soft smile. "Good morning, love."
My hand finishes its stroke and comes to rest against her neck. "Good morning." I pull her in close and our lips meet. Our passion for each other grows once again, gaining heat with each touch.
It was a rather sad form of wedding, but with our families and our fortunes behind us, the ship was all I could afford. Some day, I'll give her the wedding she deserves.
But for now, we're together. That alone is a dream-come-true.
Author's Note: A rather short piece, but I personally like it. It wasn't supposed to be long, just highly detailed. Thoughts on it?