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Title and Chapter Number: Upon Waking 1/1 Poem
Fandom: Xena/Ares
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Xena, Ares, and other Herc/Xenaverse Characters are owned by their respective creators and they retain all rights. Priestesses own themselves. Fireheart and other OC's are owned by me.
Special Warning: None
Beta: None
Cast: Ares, OC Female
Timeline: AU
Spoiler: Not really, since this never happened
Summary: Do Gods Dream?
Notes:


I knew all along it was a dream
but my mind wouldn't accept it.

I reached for his face
my fingers just barely brushed his lips.
I sat on the bed next to him
leaned over his chest
studied his sleeping form.

I felt insubstantial.
Can he even feel my touch?
He must
for I can feel him.

He stirred in his sleep
a general shifting of muscles
breathed a deep sigh
and settled even deeper into his pillows.

Red satin.
It makes his hair seem so dark against it
in the half light.
But my eyes can see.
The images in my head are so sharp.
He shimmers.
a transparent rainbow around him in the night.

I see his bare chest rise and fall in a slow rhythm
a pulse beating in his throat.
I almost believe that he is human.
Just for a moment.
Like I believe this is a dream.

His eyelids flutter.
He's dreaming.
Is it the same dream we're dreaming?
Is he
in his head
lying on this bed with me looking down at him?
Or is he somewhere else...

In my dream that isn't
I'm here now
watching him sleep
admiring his beautiful face.

I reach for him again
brush the curls from his forehead
stroke his hair
trace his jaw with my fingertips.

I move nearer to him
my thigh against his side.
The dark silk of his eyelids twitch in his dream.

I lean over him and kiss his lips
barely touching them
for a moment
barely a heartbeat
I rest my cheek against his.

I can't not touch him.

His sleeping beauty fills me.
Gently
so gently
I take his face in my hands and brush his eyes with my lips.
His lashes tickle me.

I sit back
touch his cheek just once more then turn to leave.

Waking him is unthinkable.
It takes all of my control to stand.

Not one last kiss
one last touch.

I must go.
I feel the morning coming.


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