FINALLY! I WROTE A WILBY ONE YAAAAY! Whoever Dallas isthat reviewed my last chapter, here it is! If any of you want me to continue this one, or continue it more graphically ;) tell me

I woke up to pillow soft grass tickling my bare hand, a tired haze hovering above me.

I sat up without moving to come face to face with delicious caramel color brown eyes.

I tried to move away from him to see his face, but his strong arm kept me in place.

"Willa, Willa, are you OK?" his voice sounded far away and worried.

I felt his smile in my bones.

God, I really love him.

I stare into his eyes as he learns toward me and- "Willa!"

"Aah!" I scream as Philby jumps back.

His eyes are lighter.

"Willa, I'm sorry I woke you, but you were breathing really hard and shaking and I thought something might be wrong." His forehead was creased with worry.

I was dreaming...are you kidding me.

"Um, no it's ok. I was just, I mean, I'm ok."

I try to sit up, but he grabs my arm, his large, pale hand a startling contrast to my tan skin.

His eyes dart between my eyes and quickly glance at my lips.

"Wait, what were you dreaming about?"His eyes look nervously at where his hand touches my skin, but he doesn't move away.

I bite my lip.

"Um nothing really."

I scratch my face.

His hand doesn't move.

"Really? Cause you um," the caramel brown leaves my sight as he stares at the ground, "you said something."

Oh god, what would I have said?

"I don't remember saying anything," his touch numbs my skin ," what did I say?"

I bite my lip some more

I taste blood

He breaths in too deeply

His hand moves up my arm

I gasp as I try to hold back a shiver.

He looks at my eyes again

He's too close and too far at the same time

All I could think of was how wonderful his hands felt

"You...seemed to be talking about someone."

His hands played with the chain around my neck.

I gripped the grass

"Well um did I say who this someone was?"

He didn't answer

His hands grazed my neck softly

"Philby please..."

I didn't know what I was even asking

All I knew was that his hands felt too good and his accent sounded a thousand times better when he whispered and he needed to stop doing that or I would pass out-

"Willa..." he leaned towards me slowly.

I couldn't breath

"You said you loved him.."

My eyes shot open

Oh god

"Philby, I was dreaming I didn't even remember-"

His hand gently touched my cheek

Softly, his thumb wiped across my lip

My blood stained his thumb

"Who was in your dream?"

His eyes boore into mine so fiercely I forgot to breath

"Philby I-"

His hands framed my face gently, our noses touched lightly

"Willa, who was in your dream?"

Philby's soft lips were too close

My eyes closed

"You."

He leaped forward and kissed me hard, his warm breath shaky on my skin.

I scratched my fingers down his back, relishing in the soft moan I heard.

His lips moved deliciously as his fingers tangled in my hair desperately.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down to lay on top of me.

I wined throatily as Philby tore his mouth from mine only to start kissing and licking my neck, his body crushed mine into the floor.

I could feel every part of his skin as it trembled beneath my touch. Every kiss sloshed my brain into mush.

His soft copper hair felt like silk between my fingers.

His mouth sealed against mine felt better than I had ever imagined.

His rough hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight against his body.

I almost screamed in frustrations when his lips left mine.

"By the way, I really love you too."

I bit my lip and pulled him back down.