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From: Adrian Mailenna <mrjackboots@gmail.null>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sometimes, When You're Sleeping
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   I don't do collaborations much. Writing is too unpredictable for me, 
too noncommittal. For Jacqueline, though, for my on-again, off-again 
girlfriend, I'm more than willing to make an exception. She likes to 
flirt this way and I've never been very good at refusing her.

   If you'd like to say anything to us, please feel free to leave 
comments in my email (remove the spamfree) or at the web copy of this 
story,

http://www.1000gears.com/fiction/34_sometimes-when-youre-sleeping/

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Sometimes, When You're Sleeping
Collaborative Fiction by Jacqueline du Treilly and Adrian Mailenna


Dear Diary,                         | Late at night, sometimes, you
                                    | whimper. I think it wakes me every
I want him to use me.               | time.
                                    | 
That sounds weird, doesn't it? I    | It scares me just a little; I know
don't understand.                   | right away that something's wrong.
                                    | You're as close to me as a prayer.
Sometimes, late at night, I wake up | Even without touching you I could
in his arms, and if I try to move,  | recite you, could trace by memory
he pulls me back. He's stronger     | every inch of you between my lips
than he lets on, and he holds me    | and upon your tongue, in my arms
tight, closer, possessively. I feel | and against my hands. Even without
helpless in his grip. His breath    | listening, I know every sound you
turns hard, and he nuzzles the back | make, and this isn't a noise you
of my jaw. It makes me whine, and I | make in pleasure, even when it's
feel him stiffen, by reflex         | edged in pain. You're scared, but I
twitching his hips against my rear. | don't know what you're dreaming,
Maybe I'm still dreaming, but I     | only that I reach out to touch you
think I hear him almost snarl.      | and find you always frightfully
                                    | cold, shivering even on the warmest
It's okay. In a minute he relaxes,  | summer nights.
and he's the same sweet, cuddly boy | 
I've always known, babbling         | I slip a little closer, just to
love-notes in his sleep.            | hold you, and you burrow quickly
                                    | into my arms. You feel so tiny
I never see that part of him, so    | there, even smaller than I know you
different from when he's awake. He  | are, fragile like you've never been
has a cat's dignity. He wears it    | before. You feel like a kitten,
like armor and never lets anyone    | almost, warming as you relax and
in, I think not even himself. Even  | settle against me, nearly purring
in bed with me, he talks and acts   | as I trace my fingers down your
just like he writes, everything     | naked spine. Two kisses leave you
gentle and refined, carefully       | calm again, one beneath the your
styled just so.                     | hairline, another pressed between
                                    | your eyes.
I love him for it. It's beautiful.  | 
He treats me like his princess. But | The rhythm of your breath grows
there's this other part of him.     | steady; the moonlight whispers
It's a little scary, actually, like | across your skin. I watch you for a
the jungle that never leaves the    | moment and squeeze you closer,
cat. He probably doesn't even know  | joining you in your dreams. One
it's there. I wonder what he would  | thought leaves me nervous,
think?                              | though... it's a nervous shiver of
                                    | my own. Maybe, somehow, I'm to
He loves his princess, and she      | blame.
loves him. But right then, when he  | 
takes her captive and she can       | Sometimes, in your frightened
almost feel his teeth...            | whimper, I think I hear my name.
                                    | 
.. . .                               | 
                                    | 
More than anything, she wants to be | 
his whore.                          | 
                                    | 
-J!                                 |

-- 
-Adrian Mailenna
www.1000gears.com

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