Ashton's Dream

***This is the second in this series. If you have not read the blog "Aston's Dream" this might not make a lot of sense (even if you have read it, this might not make a lot of sense)***

Ashton wanted to know more about what would have happened if I had kept writing after the first ending. Well here it is. The point of view switches from Ashton's to mine. I know right now it feels jumbled. With Ashtons dream I had a framework to base the writing on. I have no idea what I would do if I got the chance to kiss Davey. I am pretty sure my thoughts would be as jumbled as the writing reflects. I will try to finish soon, but I do have to sleep occasionaly.You know, when my insomnia will let me.

Ashton's Dream

.......I realize that what he needs is something I can never give him. I know someone who can draw out his fire.She can hold his glow in her hand and kindle it so that it burns brighter than any star. I hold out my hand out for Kim but Davey is quicker. He stares into her eyes as he helps Kim on stage. As he takes her into his arms she looks at me and smiles. "Let's see if we can't make it harder to breathe ……..''

I gaze into the eyes I have so longed to drown in. Eyes the color of burnt umber left to smolder and sparkle still. A spark from his eyes has caught my soul on fire and I am being burnt slowly from the inside out. Soon there will be nothing left of me. Nothing left but embers and the remnants of all our passions spent. That's what he wants, to burn me to ash. To make me no more than smoke on the wind, forever chasing the pleasure he holds me captive with. My own eyes reflect nothing. Nothing, but his own image. I want to give nothing back to him. Not yet. I am desperately trying to hold onto some small piece of myself before all that he is consumes me. I know as soon as he touches me I won't be able to do anything but feel. I will exist no longer, outside of the sensations we awaken in each other. The awareness that he controlling me is overwhelming and frightening. There is a need in him that has gone too long unfulfilled so that I fear it will devour us both. I look into his darkness for reassurances that I can trust him. I feel the need in him to take me into his arms and mold me into the thing he yearns for most. He shares all this with me in a single glance. One heated caress of his eyes over my body. His eyes that seem to hold dark promises unfulfilled and desperate desires waiting to be sated. Can you fulfill me? Can I take you and break you? Can I use you as I see fit? They seem to say. If ecstasy is to be found, it is in these eyes but there is something else there as well. Something dark. It's that darkness I both fear and crave. I glimpse oceans of depth and despair. Drowning in you. I hold my breath and wait. He wraps a warm hand around my wrist and helps pull me closer to his body. His eyes never leave mine. I see storms in those eyes. He has started an inferno in my skin and I long for the blaze to consume us both. I want nothing. I want everything. I need to feel myself wrapped around him. To feel him tremble beneath me, the exquisite weight of his passion pressed deep inside of my body. I need to kiss the taste of him from my lips. I want to breathe his breath into my body, to have his thoughts so far inside my mind that I can only think of him. To be truly alive only when he is inside me. He has bound me to him with a look. I close my eyes to try to regain some sense of control over my own body. My heartbeat quickens. I breathe in the scent of heated vanilla. The heady essence of it goes straight to head. I want to savor the smell. I am overcome with it. He has lowered his face and breathes against my hair. We are both preparing ourselves. The calm before the storm…….