|Prologue|

A warm breeze drifted through the air, fluttering long silky curtains in translusive dance. Music drifted through the air nonchalantly, bringing the sleeping woman to a deep level. A groan escaped her lips, making her move slightly with the vivid dream scrolling before her, or rather memories.

"Are you sure we should do this?" an unsteady voice rang through her mind before feeling the warm kisses against her throat. Something in her spoke otherwise, remembering the husky scent, the stench of alcohol from the night that started it all. A heat of passion broke through the lovers as she watched their movements in a darkened room. His mouth told of acceptance while his hands were making it hard to resist, caressing over her skin.

"I wanted you the first time we met," said the husky voice, almost devouring her mouth in a single swoop. The hot hands pulled at the clothing while impure thoughts continued through their minds as they tried to think analytically considering the circumstances.

"It will have to be our secret," came her sweet, laden voice as her hands continued to explore the body pressed against her. At the thought of the words, the man seemed to release his passion like whirl wind as the two moved with passion finally becoming one. Perspired, they forced themselves to keep the body contact as she lay amazed in his arms. He pressed a kiss against her forehead softly, brushing the sticking hair away while an unbelievable chuckle pushed through him.

"Yes, our little secret," he spoke softly. The scene quickly dispersed as laughter pressed all around the darkness in a taunting manner while scenes flashed too quickly of his disappointment while she begged. She begged to be let go and decided to take matter into her own hands.

Cruel words whispered in the dark, taunting and tormenting the sleeping figure until a shrill cry in the night jolted the figure awake. Panting, she wondered why suddenly after two years these dreams would plague her. What did it mean?