1. So, I'm waiting out in the fields near your house. I can smell you, over the sweet scent of night grasses, and no one else. Good. The den is abandoned, tonight, babies gone to mother and other shelter. Dad is alone, sleeping, the deep, restless sleep of the weary, no midnight call for rb tonight. She's on her own. My nose this low to the ground, I almost feel sad again, letting the thick fragrance of still-warm earth rise up to meet me, and then, no. I can almost hear FB, mocking me. Sweet words, that's all. That tripe and whining. Just words. I'll show you words. I clench my fists, rise and race across the field moonlight streaming across my naked body, striping my flesh with silver and shadow. By the time I'm next to the house I'm panting. Don't want to be seen until I'm ready. Rope? Yes, everything is where I left it. Up to the second story then. An unusual house for Texas, but I don't dwell on it now, too much work to do before dawn. I want you. Pause with my hands on the pipes I plan to climb, sniff, curl my brows, giving in to feeling sorry for myself, then erase. Busy. Later. There are chinks, and ledges and things and I've always been a good climber, first one up the tree and on the roof as a girl, it will serve me well, this skill, useless up til now. Outside your window, I permit myself a moment to rub myself. Cold. Colder than I noticed before. Warm my hands in my armpits, rub across the rounds of my breasts, pebble-hard nipples, not just from the cold. A mistake. Cry out before I can stop myself, a bird cry. Inside a low groan matches mine. Ahh. You stir. Can you feel me outside, sense me in your dreams? I want you. Stop. Press my legs together. Making it tangible, the want, the loss. Biting my lip, I use the pads of my fingers, delicate touch, to wriggle the window without a sound, that tiny bit, enough to wedge a finger in, and then another, slide smooth and slow. Careful now, no need to hurry. I'm here. Got all night.
Think about what's next. Mistake. Ache, feel an aching at my entry, my pussy wants. You. Stop. Close my eyes. Press the heel of my palm to the spot, heal the ache by making it tangible, echoing it. It recedes, wavelike. Heelpalm now along the cold window's edge easing it in. Slowly, a foot up, hoisting in slow motion, now for a moment I force myself to think far away thoughts. Places that don't exist right in front of me. If I think of you, you make waken, you see. And not now, not yet. It would be dangerous. You must have me first. Before you awaken. To protect you from myself.
How to step quietly on the bed? With no waves of force or weight. I choose to hoist up the other leg. Squat on the window sill like some animal. From your side I'd be black against the moon-brightened sky. I know this. I've seen me from your side. In your sleep. And now come back again, to take you before you wake. If you will let me, if you will let me do that for you. You need me, you see. As badly as I want you. And that is bad. I smile. Bad badly indeed.
Hmm, I could leap, insanely consider it for a moment. End it. End it all, have you awaken. See me before I'm done having you. Succubus, who comes in your dreams.
Close my eyes again. Picture. Picture it succeeding. Choose to slide down, holding onto the frame, so my thighs are on the windowsill, feet dangling still a few inches from your bed. Check it and see, in the morning. Any marks of my coming in that doorway, that window that is a doorway to your dreamsoul?
My dream lover. I dreamed of you once, at 16. Only I thought you were shadow, the way you would have seen me, if only you'd wake. It is such a temptation, you, so close. All of you. To see and be seen. I want You. But all I can have is this dream. This dream you and I will have together.
So get to the fucking part I can hear FB scream through his cage bars, rattling them to let me know he's mad, didn't like that monkey crack, did you? Still want your chance at me, still want to whip me? You'll have your chance, in Your dream. So I make a decision at last. No turning back. Hoping you are a heavier sleeper than I suspect I take a deep breath and....