Due to the graphic nature of the next scene it will be in a post by itself. If you do not feel comfortable with reading it, please skip onto Part 84. Where the story continues. I have had request for more details on our lovers’ dreams. So I am going to give it a try. If you prefer to use your imagination, I can understand.

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DA places his knee on the bed and looks down at her. He gently lowers his mouth to hers and kisses her. She lifts her hands toward him and he pushes them away. The kiss intensifies and she again tries to reach for him and he stops her. His lips and tongue, now warmed from hers, leaves her mouth and makes a path of kisses down her cheek and toward her neck. His hand strokes her hip, before entangling his fingers in her hairs. His mouth continues it’s downward path, leaving a fire path of sensation from his mouth and tongue. She quivers under the assault. She plucks at the blanket with her fingers.

Her breathing becomes, rapid as his mouth sears its way toward her breast. Simultaneously his mouth captures one taunt nipple and his fingers gently prob inside. She gasps and grabs at him. Growling, he swiftly takes his free hand and captures both her wrists, pinning them to the bed.

Buffy: Please, I want to touch you. You get to touch me.

DA raises his mouth long enough to hiss: My dream.

Buffy: Oh.

He continues the pleasurable assault. Her hips rise slightly allowing him greater access. She attempts to release her hands and finds she lacks the strength.

Buffy: How come I am not stronger than you?

DA: My dream, and I make the rules.

Buffy: Not fair. It is always your dream.

DA: Then you need to move to the next level. Dream creation.

Buffy: Or you need to learn how to project.

He releases her hands only to glide his lip with feathery kisses down her abdomen. Pausing long enough to tease her belly button with his tongue. She shivers a the contact. Followed by a gasp for air as he replaces his fingers with his tongue. She grabs and pulls at the blankets in a maddening attempt to resist touching him. She squirms under his incursion. Finally she pulls away from him and backs across the bed.

Buffy: My turn, or I am leaving.

He stands up and looks at her.

DA: Had enough?

She moves across the bed toward him.

Buffy: No way.

She slides her hands around his neck and pulls his mouth toward her. His hands gently caress her back. She guides him down on the bed and as the kiss becomes more ardent, her hand seeks out and gently strokes his swollen manhood. His moans of pleasure turn to deep throated growls as her moderate fondling becomes more ferment. He attempts to arrest her hand. She pulls back and looks at him. He smiles but is taken back when she continues the onslaught with more than her hand. He surrenders to the pleasures and lies back. He delights in the delectation, until he requires more. His hand grabs her chin and forces her onto the bed where he slips his knees between her thighs.

Buffy: Foreplay over?

DA smiles as he deliberately teases her for a few more moments before finally giving them both what they crave. She wraps her legs around his waist as they relish the feel of each other. All too soon their bodies tremble in all consuming gratification.

DA gently kisses her feverous lips.

Buffy: That was nice.

DA: You are a font of understatement.

Buffy: I so am.

DA: I love you.

Buffy: Then it is mutual, because I love you too.

DA lies beside her and gently strokes her skin. His hand rests upon her stomach.

Buffy: Thinking about the baby?

DA: Of course. I think it has finally sunk in.

Buffy: Know what I am thinking?

DA: No.

Buffy: Give you a hint. The stork doesn’t bring babies.

DA: So.

She pushes him on his back and straddles him.

Buffy: But I know where they do come from. Do you?

DA: Are you going to show me?.

Buffy: It would be our pleasure.

She initiates a repeat of their earlier encounter.

Buffy: I love dreams. No delay.

DA: I would take the delay for real any day.

Buffy: That goes without saying.

Later, as they lay pleasantly spent, DA looks at her.

DA: Buffy, I was wondering something.

Buffy: What? Looking for round three?

DA: In a moment. I was wondering about Caitlin.

Buffy: What about her?

DA: Well if Wesley had told us the likely hood of us being able to have a child, would we have done anything different.

Buffy: I have actually thought about it and I would have done nothing different.

DA: Me either.

Buffy: Hope I can handle two.

DA: You can, you are stronger than you even know.

Buffy: I hope you are right.

DA: I am, now about round three.

Buffy: I need to be getting up. Dawn has Conner.

DA: They will wake you if they need you.

Buffy: But.

DA stops her protest with his mouth. He eases onto her and ………….