I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. My training and my first actual fight with an enemy had demanded a significant portion of my abilities, so my body welcomed sleep easily. As I slept, my dreamless trance shifted into a familiar vibrant night sky, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore filled my ears.

After the dream took hold, his figure soon appeared in my sight. "There you are," I said as I ran towards him, jumping into his arms. He swung me around, holding me tightly.

"You think I'd miss another dream?" He asked with a smile, kissing my lips firmly.

"Please, you know you'd be in trouble if you did," I teased, sinking my lips deeper into his.

I hopped off of him, stepping carefully onto the soft sand. "How are you feeling?" I asked, seeing him move his shoulder carefully after I released him.

"I'm a bit sore," he admitted, "but overall, I'm alright. Our talk earlier helped."

I looked at him with soft eyes. "I am sorry."

He smiled at me, pulling me to a log on the beach, and sat us both down. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for. But thank you, Maria. Thank you for standing up for me for the second time with the Council."

"I meant what I said," I told him. He kissed my forehead gently.

"Thank you," he said again. He rested his hand on my thigh, and I leaned against him cautiously, not wanting to aggravate his shoulder injury.

"You know, you will give the Council the run of their life."

"I hope so. Things need to change."

"And you will be the one to do it."

I couldn't help but grin at his statement. His faith in me made me stronger. If he believed I could do it, then I knew I could, as I had the exact same faith in him as he did in me.

We sat for a bit in silence. "Maria?" he asked. I looked up at him curiously. "I had been thinking a bit about what Jasper said. About Juilet." He was hesitant in speaking this, which gave me an idea of where he was going. "I feel like I would sense that with you, and I know that would be something that you would not keep from me, but I know we haven't been exactly careful when it comes to sex, and it is possible. And perhaps… I'm just thinking maybe we need to be more careful, at least until this fight with Marcel is over." He let out a sigh.

I looked at him, a bit surprised that this was the topic he decided to bring up. I knew where he was coming from because one wrong move could be deadly. "So, no more sex?"

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He smiled at me, "I didn't say that. I just said we needed to be more careful."

"Good. I don't think I could go a whole two months without you. You don't think I'm…" After fully processing what he had just said, I asked, "Pregnant, do you?" I thought back from the last few times we got physical. We were certainly not careful.

"It's always a possibility, Maria." He thought back to the cove. I sensed he was replaying bits of that in his memory. After that, we stayed at the Inn. "I'm not worried; It will be too soon to tell anyway. Not to mention, an elf conceiving a dragon's child is almost unheard of. Though there are many reasons for that."

I sighed, relieved, but didn't know if I could let this go quickly. It's not like we hadn't had sex before this, but we had always been more careful than we have been recently. I think part of it was the uncertainty of things. We wanted to embrace each other for the time we had, given how unclear our future was.

"I know," he said, reading my thoughts. "Which I think is why I have been a bit more aggressive when it comes to sex. I know you don't mind it, and perhaps we can adapt to it as time progresses."

I blushed. "Good." I took a deep breath and released it. "Enough talk about babies for now." I was trying to figure out a way to move to a different topic

"No need to be embarrassed about the topic, Maria. We've talked about children before."

"I know, it's just that the possibility of a child now makes me uneasy."

"And I get that, which is why I suggest we be more careful until Marcel is dealt with," he concluded. "I am glad we are on the same page with the…" He thought on how to phrase it. "...topic at hand." He kissed my forehead lightly. "Now… what should we do with the time we have left in our dream reality?" He brushed my hair to the side of my face as he began to trail down my neck with his lips.

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"I think I know what you want to do." I pointed out the obvious, as his hand on my thigh had moved closer to my waist.

"I told you." He paused as he moved his lips to mine again. "I…" he said, speaking between kisses. “Am… a bit… aggressive… now.” I knew he was jealous of Marcel, which fueled that aggression a bit more.

He moved his free hand down to the hem of the shirt I was wearing, swiftly pulling it off and caressing my chest with his lips. His other hand had found its way into my pants which he skillfully unzipped and pulled down.

At this point, he hovered over me, balanced against the log. As time progressed, he moved his lips down to where his hand was and used his hand to undo his pants, kicking them off. I don't think we have to worry too much about dream sex. He told through the bond as he continued with the foreplay. But if you want me to stop…

Don't… don't you dare stop. I told him to give him the go-ahead to insert himself—which he did. His aggression became more apparent as he moved against me, which I did not mind at all.

As time lapsed, he eventually pulled me on top of him, with him lying on the sand, allowing me to take control. He ultimately finished with me on top, grabbed my waist in the process, and pulled me up to his face. Thanks to his tongue, I finished a few moments after he did.

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I moved off of him and lay beside him in the sand. "Screw…careful." I breathed as I curled my body into his.

He laughed at my statement, "Please, if I could be this rough with you every day, I would." He kissed my lips.

We remained the rest of the night laying next to each other, kissing and playing lightly. "Mi Amor…" he whispered. "I love you." He spoke softly as the dream faded, and I woke up in a sweat.