Dreaming by Denny
Here you go, my second drabble in this community.
Dreaming
By: Denny
Genre: angst
Spoilers: 101 through 104 (maybe)
Timeline: I don't know...
Genre: Angst (is that a genre?:)
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Word Count: 198
Notes: This just came to me. Don't know why, except maybe, I enjoy Beth Turner as a heroine more than any other woman I've seen on TV in a while.
Dreaming by Denny
Beth knew it was a dream.
But if she could just hang onto it. Make it last a few more minutes, another hour, another day, or maybe a lifetime.
Mick was in her bed. He had his arms around her, his naked flesh was touching hers. She hadn’t noticed it before, how cool his skin felt, how strong his body felt, or how much she wanted him.
It had been a fantasy, one she’d had no intentions of pursuing. She loved Josh, not a private detective. Not Mick St. John. But she couldn’t help being who she was. She was a predator in her own right, at least when it came to feeding her curiosity. And that’s all it was in the beginning. A need to know, to document the existence of something unbelievable.
But Mick, god Mick, he was kind, he was funny, beautiful, and heaven help her, he was her guardian angel.
So why in the hell did he have to be a vampire?
Bolting up in the bed, she grabbed her throat and looked around.
Alone. Yes, she was alone. Mick wasn't there.
It was only a dream. Only her curiosity playing tricks on her.
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Dreaming
By: Denny
Genre: angst
Spoilers: 101 through 104 (maybe)
Timeline: I don't know...
Genre: Angst (is that a genre?:)
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Word Count: 198
Notes: This just came to me. Don't know why, except maybe, I enjoy Beth Turner as a heroine more than any other woman I've seen on TV in a while.
Dreaming by Denny
Beth knew it was a dream.
But if she could just hang onto it. Make it last a few more minutes, another hour, another day, or maybe a lifetime.
Mick was in her bed. He had his arms around her, his naked flesh was touching hers. She hadn’t noticed it before, how cool his skin felt, how strong his body felt, or how much she wanted him.
It had been a fantasy, one she’d had no intentions of pursuing. She loved Josh, not a private detective. Not Mick St. John. But she couldn’t help being who she was. She was a predator in her own right, at least when it came to feeding her curiosity. And that’s all it was in the beginning. A need to know, to document the existence of something unbelievable.
But Mick, god Mick, he was kind, he was funny, beautiful, and heaven help her, he was her guardian angel.
So why in the hell did he have to be a vampire?
Bolting up in the bed, she grabbed her throat and looked around.
Alone. Yes, she was alone. Mick wasn't there.
It was only a dream. Only her curiosity playing tricks on her.
Feedback is essential. Please let me know what you think.