Disclaimer: Royal Pains is not mine, I'm just a fluff daydreamer.

Divya bolted upright in bed. Light filtered in through her expensive but tasteful curtains, and she glanced at her bedside clock. Early, not too early to get up, but not too late that she couldn't afford to fall back onto her pillows and try to remember the dream that a REM cycle and her subconscious had thrust on her.

It had been one of those dreams, the kind you both try to remember and try to forget, the kind you only talk about when asked directly in a game of truth or dare.

Kissing. That was all her half-awake mind could remember. She was kissing someone, someone was kissing her; the whole scene had been very passionate and she found herself breathing hard.

She brushed her fingers across her lips and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to bring her fuzzy memory into sharper focus.

She'd kissed this kiss before. He'd been surprised.

A surprised kiss. She wasn't really the kind of girl that leaped on men, forcing smooches.

She hadn't understood that Venezuelan couple, with their pretend lovey-dovey nonsense. She couldn't believe they were really in love, and didn't understand when Sophia forgave Javier not only for putting a radioactive tracking device in her body, but also for lying to her about his lost fortune. She could never act that way herself.

But she'd kissed Raj, just jumped on him out of the blue, trying to see if there was anything to a wild display. She wondered now what it would have been like if he had relaxed, dropped his bag, and thrown his arms around her and himself into the kiss.

Maybe then she'd have dreamt about him.

But she knew where she'd felt the kiss in her dream before.

She definitely could have talked her way out of the situation. She could have simply stepped in front of him, made the excuses she'd made after the kiss. Nothing terrible would have happened if she'd held off on the kiss. Sure, he'd have a huge bruise on his face, and he might be a bit less cocky, but neither of those things would have been bad in the long run. His ego could have withstood the hit, and so could his face, most probably.

She could still feel his hand gripping her waist, the way he pulled her to him with the pressure on her left shoulder blade. The kiss had been short, but at the same time, it had lasted forever.

And apparently, her subconscious had no problems mixing business with pleasure.