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Title: In Dreams
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/17/05
Rating: G
Authors notes: Another in the G/R Slice Of Life series. Not beta’d, blah blah
blah. Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any
implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on
either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Gale/Randy (Queer As Folk) RPS
Complete: yes
In Dreams
I woke up suddenly, my heart thudding at a frightening rate. I was confused and
scared and then I saw what had jerked me out of sleep. Gale was sitting up in
bed, clutching the blanket in his lap with two tight fists, panting.
“Another bad dream?” I asked.
He startled at my voice in the dark.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”
“That’s the third one this week, babe.”
“Yeah, it’s stress. I’m fine, Rands.” He was looking at me now and I
could see he was already calming down. He’d be asleep again in a few minutes.
He reached a hand out and smoothed it down my chest.
“Go to sleep,” he repeated softly. I nodded in acknowledgement, trying not
to worry, and when he lay down next to me again and rolled close so that I could
feel his steady, slow breathing on my neck, I took his hand in mine and drifted
back to sleep.
~*~
I settled in next to him, soothed by his concern and his touch. I would never
tell him about my dreams, how they terrified me, because I knew, as I’d told
him, that they were brought on by stress and meant nothing in the real world.
And he would worry needlessly. He’d worry that he wasn’t enough, somehow, or
that he was doing something wrong, but he was everything and he could do no
wrong.
These dreams, though- they left me feeling desolate.
They were always the same. I’d come across him- at work, at home, on the
street- and he’d be with someone, in the arms of someone else. They’d be
laughing and kissing and then they’d see me and there’d be no recognition in
his eyes of me. I would confront him, demand to know what was happening, and he
would laugh, turn away with his lover, and leave me feeling forsaken and empty.
I’d wake up terrified and gasping for air.
It would dissipate quickly, for which I was thankful, and curling up next to him
again was the balm I needed, every time.
I reached my other hand out and laid it carefully across his chest, trying not
to wake him. I pressed forward until I could bury my face in his neck, breathing
in his clean, warm scent. I whispered to him that I loved him, and within
moments, joined him in sleep.
The End
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