__Invisible Touch__
By Kath



Lips on my lips. Hot. Searing. Hungrily, they devour me.

I could open my eyes - identify my mystery lover - but I don't. Not yet.

My mouth opens and I feel the slick, wet tongue slide inside. Suck. A sweet taste. Like sugar.

Hands on my chest. Rubbing gently. Now harder. Long delicate fingers slide up my face. Into my hair.

Naked chest pressed to naked chest. Sweat mingled with sweat.

I don't need to open my eyes. I know who it is. I know those fingers. I know his scent.

AWAKE

Lying alone in bed. My hand lightly runs up and down my torso. I try to recapture the dream - the sensations - but they are gone. Except for the painful need in my groin. That is still there.

My hand slides lower. Captures the beast that begs for freedom.

Alone. Wish he was here.

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Down the stairs now. He is there. Head bent over his work, as usual. I stop to watch. Breathless. I know - I am *always* breathless. This is different.

He senses my presence. Looks up and smiles. Oh, that smile.

"Hello, Angel." His soft, lilting voice envelops me. Draws me closer.

"Hi, Wes." Does he know? Can he hear the need in my voice?

He calls me over. Research. Wants my opinion. Bent over his shoulder now. Trying to concentrate. Failing miserably. Inhale his scent. Pure and clean. I want to smell myself on him. I am so close already. Cheek brushes against cheek. Electric.

He is standing - facing me. Accusation in his eyes.

"Angel! What are you doing?!"

"N-nothing. I..."

The eyes narrow. Suspicious. He is too smart.

"Were you...marking me?"

Too smart. Yes. He holds his book in front of him. Protection? I could tell him the truth. I would scare him away.

'No, I...bad joke, okay? Sorry."

He hesitates. Wants to believe me. Moves further away and sits back down. Keep my distance the rest of the day. But I watch.

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He is back. Naked. Standing over me. I am naked too.

Bodies entwined together now. Arms, legs, tongues, cocks. Touching, rubbing, grinding. Heat. Fire. I want him inside me.

Banging. What is that banging? He's leaving me. Don't go!

AWAKE

Stumble to the door. Throw it open. Confused. Wesley is there. Fully clothed. Want him naked. Back in my bed. My head swims.

"Are you alright, Angel?"

Concerned. He moves towards me. Stops. I am naked and obviously aroused. He is looking.

"I, uh....I was...asleep."

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Duty calls. Dressed now. Following him. Want to slam him against the wall and kiss him senseless.

In the car. I am driving. He is talking. Demons, weapons. I am not listening. Or thinking straight. Suddenly, my hand is on his thigh. Resting there. His face turns towards mine. Curious.

"Angel, are you alright?"

"Yeah." What else can I say? I remove my hand. Now he watches me.

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On my knees. Face in my pillow. My muffled groans. His body covers mine. Like a blanket.

He is rock hard inside me. Grunting, moaning. One hand wraps around my waist. Seeking me out. He finds it. Tingling caresses. More. I need more. Firm grasp. Pulling, pumping. Ecstasy.

Kisses float along my spine. Wish I could see his face. Next time.

Close. Closer. Explosion. Two become one. Relieved. Sated. Warm. Together. Happy.

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Standing so close. His heartbeat thumps in my ears. His scent overwhelms me. Hands itch to touch him. Mouth longs to kiss him. Too much.

He is still watching. Still curious. Something else? Unreadable. His hand brushes mine. Accident? Can't tell. Don't care. Want him. Too much.

My lips press to his lips. Nothing else touches. No response. Break away. My eyes search his. No reaction.

"Sorry." Stumble away. Ashamed. Retreat to my room. My bed. Where he wants me.

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My door opens. Wesley. I smile. Thank God for dreams. Thank the Powers That Be. I may never leave my bed again.

He sits at the side of my bed. Shy. This is new. My hand on his hip. His palm against my cheek. He leans down. Hesitant kiss. Questioning. Asking.

"Angel?"

He never talks. Not in my dreams.

"Wesley?"

"You kissed me." Head hangs down. Eyes lowered. Embarrassed?

Startled. "Yeah?"

Eyes meet mine now. "I liked it."

Enlightenment. This is real.

"Oh, Wes." Words escape me.

Pull him down. My arms around him. Bring him close to me. He is dressed. I am not. Doesn't matter. He is here. He wants me. We lie side by side. Connected.

Warm. Together. Happy.

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