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janebecomes) wrote2010-01-23 07:59 pm
janebecomes) wrote2010-01-23 07:59 pm
A Dream
All she feels and knows in the darkness is sarm breath on her neck that sends shivers through her, a deep voice speaking of her blood and heart.
Jane tosses in her sleep, trying to move away from that rich sound and finds herself in Tom's arms, his laughing voice turning low as he holds her close.
Again she turns and there's a hand on her throat, and all she wants to do is lean towards his warmth and find lips to kiss.
Then pain as sharp teeth bite down on her throat and a laughing voice turns to mocking and Jane wakes with a start. She sits up in bed and pulls on her shawl as she starts to shiver.
Jane tosses in her sleep, trying to move away from that rich sound and finds herself in Tom's arms, his laughing voice turning low as he holds her close.
Again she turns and there's a hand on her throat, and all she wants to do is lean towards his warmth and find lips to kiss.
Then pain as sharp teeth bite down on her throat and a laughing voice turns to mocking and Jane wakes with a start. She sits up in bed and pulls on her shawl as she starts to shiver.