Wet Dreams
The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing. Paige had drifted off hours ago, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the evening, the game, the exposure, the intense sex that followed. But now she stirred, consciousness pulling her slowly from sleep.
She became aware of warmth beside her, of Azzi's body pressed close. And then she became aware of something else, movement. Subtle at first, just a shift of Azzi's hips, but then more. A soft sound escaped Azzi's lips, barely audible, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
Paige's eyes opened fully, adjusting to the darkness. She turned her head to look at Azzi, and her breath caught.
Azzi was still asleep, her eyes closed, but her face was flushed even in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Her lips were parted, and as Paige watched, another soft moan escaped them. Azzi's body shifted restlessly against the sheets, her thighs pressing together, then falling apart slightly, then pressing together again.
Paige felt heat pool low in her stomach as she realized what was happening. Azzi was having a dream. And from the looks of it, not just any dream.
"Paige," Azzi murmured, so quietly Paige almost missed it. Her hips rolled slightly, seeking friction that wasn't there. "Please..."
Paige's mouth went dry. She propped herself up on one elbow, watching as Azzi's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath the thin tank top she'd thrown on after their earlier activities. Azzi's hand moved in her sleep, sliding down her own body to rest on her lower stomach, fingers twitching like she wanted to move lower but couldn't quite manage it while unconscious.
Another whimper fell from Azzi's lips, louder this time, and her back arched slightly off the bed. The movement caused the sheet to slip down, revealing more of her body, the tank top had ridden up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, and her sleep shorts had twisted, riding up her thighs.
Paige's gaze traveled lower, and she felt her pulse quicken. Even in the darkness, she could see the dampness on Azzi's inner thighs, could see how her shorts had darkened with moisture. Azzi was soaked, her arousal evident even through the fabric.
"Fuck," Azzi breathed in her sleep, her hips rolling again, more insistently this time. Her thighs fell open wider, an unconscious invitation, and Paige could see the wet spot on her shorts growing. "Need you..."
Paige felt her own arousal spike, heat flooding through her body. She watched, transfixed, as Azzi's body moved with increasing urgency, chasing pleasure in her dream. Azzi's hand slid lower, fingers brushing over her center through her shorts, and she gasped, the sound breathy and desperate.
"Please, Paige," Azzi whimpered, and god, hearing her name like that,so needy, so wanting, made Paige's stomach clench with desire.
Azzi's movements became more frantic. Her hips lifted off the bed, grinding against her own hand, and her other hand came up to clutch at her breast through her tank top. Her breathing was ragged now, coming in short pants, and a thin sheen of sweat had formed on her skin, making her glow in the moonlight.
"Yes," Azzi moaned, louder now, her head tilting back against the pillow. "Right there, don't stop—"
Paige bit her lip, watching Azzi fall apart in her sleep. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, Azzi completely uninhibited, lost in whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind. Her thighs were trembling now, pressed tight around her hand, and Paige could see the muscles in her stomach tensing.
But then Azzi's movements slowed, frustration creeping into her expression even in sleep. Her hand stilled, and she made a small, disappointed sound, like she couldn't quite reach what she needed. Her hips rolled again, seeking, but without the coordination of consciousness, she couldn't find the right angle, the right pressure.
"Please," Azzi whimpered again, and she sounded almost on the verge of tears. "Need more..."
Paige's decision was made in an instant.
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They'd talked about this before, weeks ago, actually, during one of those late-night conversations where they'd explored each other's fantasies and boundaries. Azzi had been shy about it at first, blushing as she admitted that she'd always thought it would be hot to wake up to Paige touching her, to blur the line between dream and reality.
"Like, you could just... start whenever," Azzi had said, her cheeks pink. "I trust you completely. If I'm asleep and you want to, you have my full consent. Always."
Paige had kissed her then, touched by the trust, turned on by the idea. They'd established it clearly, explicit, enthusiastic consent for Paige to initiate sexual contact while Azzi was asleep. And now, watching Azzi writhe in the grip of a wet dream, clearly desperate for release, Paige knew this was the perfect moment.
A slow smile spread across Paige's face. She was going to make Azzi's dream come true. Literally.
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Moving slowly and carefully, Paige shifted on the bed. She didn't want to wake Azzi, not yet. She wanted to blur that line between dream and reality, wanted Azzi to wake up already lost in pleasure.
She pressed a soft kiss to Azzi's shoulder, then another to her collarbone. Azzi stirred slightly but didn't wake, just made a soft, contented sound. Paige continued her path downward, kissing along Azzi's sternum, then her stomach, pushing the tank top up as she went.
Azzi's skin was hot beneath her lips, and Paige could feel her trembling. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Azzi's sleep shorts and slowly, carefully, began to pull them down. Azzi's hips lifted slightly in her sleep, helping without realizing it, and Paige slid the shorts and underwear down her legs, tossing them aside.
The sight that greeted her made Paige's mouth water. Azzi was glistening, her arousal coating her inner thighs, her pussy swollen and wet. Paige could see how turned on she was, could smell the sweet musk of her arousal, and it made her own body throb with need.
But this wasn't about Paige. This was about Azzi.
Paige settled between Azzi's thighs, gently spreading them wider. Azzi made a soft sound, her legs falling open easily, and Paige took a moment just to look at her, beautiful and vulnerable and so fucking wet.
Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up Azzi's center.
The reaction was immediate. Azzi gasped, her hips jerking up toward Paige's mouth, and a moan fell from her lips—louder than before, but still soft, still dreamy. She was still asleep, Paige realized, but her body was responding, her dream shifting to incorporate the new sensations.
Paige did it again, another long, slow lick, savoring the taste of Azzi on her tongue. God, she loved this—loved the way Azzi tasted, loved the way her body responded even in sleep, loved the little sounds she was making.
She focused on Azzi's clit, circling it with her tongue, and Azzi's thighs trembled on either side of her head. Paige could feel the tension in Azzi's body, could feel how close she already was from the dream. She worked her slowly, carefully, building the pleasure gradually.
"Paige," Azzi moaned, and her hand came down to tangle in Paige's hair, still unconscious, still dreaming, but her body knew what it wanted. "Yes, please..."
Paige increased her pace, her tongue moving faster against Azzi's clit. She slid two fingers inside, and Azzi was so wet they went in easily, her walls clenching around them immediately. Paige groaned against her, the vibration making Azzi's hips buck.
She set a steady rhythm, fingers pumping in and out while her tongue worked Azzi's clit, and she could feel Azzi getting closer. Her moans were getting louder, more desperate, her hips moving in time with Paige's fingers, and her grip on Paige's hair tightened.
"Don't stop," Azzi gasped, and Paige had no intention of stopping. She curled her fingers, finding that spot inside Azzi that made her see stars, and Azzi cried out, her back arching off the bed.
Paige could feel it building, the tension in Azzi's body, the way her walls were fluttering around Paige's fingers, the way her thighs were starting to shake. She was right there, right on the edge, and Paige wanted to push her over.
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Azzi was dreaming. She had to be dreaming, because the pleasure was too intense, too perfect. In her dream, Paige was between her thighs, doing that thing with her tongue that drove Azzi crazy, and it felt so real—the wet heat of her mouth, the stretch of her fingers inside, the building pressure low in her stomach.
But something was different. The sensations were sharper than usual in dreams, more vivid. Azzi could feel everything—the sheets beneath her, the cool air on her skin, the very real weight of Paige's head between her thighs.
Her eyes fluttered, consciousness trying to break through the haze of sleep and pleasure. She was aware of her body moving, of sounds falling from her lips, of the intense pleasure building and building and—
Her eyes flew open.
The ceiling of Paige's room came into focus above her, dimly lit by moonlight. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Paige was really between her thighs, really eating her out, really—
"Oh my god," Azzi gasped, the realization crashing into her at the same moment a wave of pleasure did. Her hand was in Paige's hair—when had that happened?—and she could feel Paige's fingers inside her, could feel her tongue working her clit with perfect, devastating precision.
Paige looked up, their eyes meeting, and Azzi saw the wicked gleam in Paige's gaze. Paige didn't stop, didn't even slow down. If anything, she doubled her efforts, sucking hard on Azzi's clit while her fingers pumped faster.
"Paige," Azzi moaned, fully awake now but still caught in the overwhelming sensation. "I was—were you—oh fuck—"
She couldn't form coherent sentences. The pleasure was too intense, made more so by the disorientation of waking up already on the edge. Her dream had been building to this, and now reality was finishing what her subconscious had started.
"You were having a dream," Paige said, pulling back just long enough to speak, her voice rough and low. "Such a good dream, baby. You were moaning my name, so wet for me. I couldn't resist."
Then her mouth was back on Azzi, and Azzi's head fell back against the pillow with a cry. She remembered now, their conversation, the consent they'd established. Paige was allowed to do this, and god, Azzi was so glad she'd given that permission because this was incredible.
"I'm so close," Azzi gasped, her hips rolling up to meet Paige's mouth. "Please, Paige, I need—"
"I know what you need," Paige murmured against her, and she curled her fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot while her tongue worked Azzi's clit relentlessly.
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Azzi felt it building, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core. But this felt different, more intense than usual, like the dream had primed her body for something bigger. The pressure was almost overwhelming, and she could feel something else building alongside her orgasm, something that made her thighs shake and her breath come in short, desperate gasps.
"Paige, I think—oh god, I'm gonna—"
She didn't get to finish the sentence. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, pleasure exploding through her body with an intensity that made her vision white out. And then she felt it, the release, the gush of liquid as she squirted, her body letting go completely.
"Fuck!" Azzi cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came and came, squirting into Paige's mouth. She could feel it, could feel the wetness, could hear the obscene sounds as Paige drank her in, not pulling away, not stopping, just taking everything Azzi gave her.
Paige groaned against her, the sound vibrating through Azzi's oversensitive flesh, and Azzi realized with a shock of arousal that Paige was loving this. She could feel Paige's enthusiasm in the way she pressed closer, in the way her tongue worked Azzi through the waves of pleasure, in the way she moaned like Azzi's taste was the best thing she'd ever experienced.
Azzi's orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body shaking with the intensity of it. She was dimly aware that she was probably being too loud, that their neighbors might hear, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that existed was this, Paige's mouth on her, the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling of complete and utter release.
Finally, finally, the waves began to subside. Azzi's body went limp against the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was trembling all over, oversensitive and wrung out, and when Paige's tongue brushed against her clit one more time, she jerked away with a whimper.
"Too much," she gasped, and Paige immediately gentled, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs instead.
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Paige crawled back up Azzi's body, and Azzi could see her face was wet, glistening with Azzi's release. Paige was grinning, looking incredibly pleased with herself, and Azzi felt her face heat up despite everything they'd just done.
"Holy shit," Azzi breathed, still trying to process what had just happened. "Did I just—"
"Squirt all over my face?" Paige finished, her grin widening. "Yeah, baby. You did. It was so fucking hot."
Azzi covered her face with her hands, embarrassed despite the lingering pleasure. "Oh my god."
"Hey," Paige said softly, gently pulling Azzi's hands away from her face. "Don't be embarrassed. That was incredible. You're incredible."
She leaned down and kissed Azzi, and Azzi could taste herself on Paige's lips. It should have been weird, but instead it just made her feel warm all over, intimate in a way that went beyond the physical.
"I was having a dream," Azzi said when they pulled apart, her voice still slightly breathless. "About you. We were... god, it was so vivid. And then I woke up and you were actually—"
"Making your dream come true?" Paige supplied with a smirk.
"Something like that," Azzi said, unable to help the smile that spread across her face. "How long were you watching me?"
"Long enough," Paige said, settling beside her and pulling her close. "You were so beautiful, Az. Moving in your sleep, moaning my name. You were so wet, and I just... I remembered what you said, about wanting to wake up like this. I couldn't resist."
Azzi snuggled into Paige's embrace, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I'm glad you didn't. That was... intense."
"Good intense?"
"The best intense," Azzi confirmed. She was quiet for a moment, then asked, "What was I saying? In my sleep?"
Paige's smirk returned. "Oh, you know. Just begging for me. 'Please, Paige.' 'Need you.' 'Don't stop.' The usual."
Azzi groaned, burying her face in Paige's neck. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"Nope," Paige said cheerfully, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But for what it's worth, it was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. And the ending? When you woke up and realized what was happening? The look on your face was priceless."
"I bet," Azzi muttered, but she was smiling. She felt boneless and satisfied, the kind of deep contentment that came from really good sex and being with someone you loved.
"We should probably clean up," Paige said after a moment, gesturing vaguely at the wet sheets beneath them.
"In a minute," Azzi said, tightening her hold on Paige. "I'm too comfortable to move right now."
"Fair enough," Paige agreed, settling back down. "Besides, I'm pretty proud of the mess I made."
"Paige!"
"What? I am! You squirted, baby. That's like, the ultimate compliment to my oral skills."
Azzi couldn't help but laugh, the sound soft and warm in the darkness. "Your ego is unbelievable."
"You love it," Paige said, and she was right.
"I love you," Azzi corrected, pressing a kiss to Paige's jaw.
"I love you too," Paige said softly, all teasing gone from her voice. "Even when you have dirty dreams about me."
"*Especially* when I have dirty dreams about you," Azzi said. "Apparently they come true."
Paige laughed, the sound rumbling through her chest where Azzi was pressed against her. "Well, in that case, you should dream about me more often."
"Trust me," Azzi said, her eyes already starting to drift closed again, exhaustion pulling at her. "I do."
They lay there in comfortable silence, wrapped around each other, the events of the night, both the game and this, settling over them like a warm blanket. Tomorrow they'd have to face their teammates, deal with the aftermath of their relationship being exposed. But right now, in this moment, it was just them.
And that was more than enough.
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