A DREAM FANTASY

By E'os

'What? Is that my doorbell? What time is it? Midnight! Who would stop by at this hour?'

I swung my lithe tanned legs out of bed and stretched my arms above my head. As I did so, my see-through red nightie rode up my legs revealing that I wore no undies. I grabbed my robe, which matched my nightie, and cinched it tightly round my narrow waist. I Walked cautiously towards the living room as the bell sounded again.

My heart was pounding, and a light layer of perspiration formed on my forehead. I said silently under my breath 'S--t!' Do I go near the door or just hope they go away?'

The bell sounded again. This time the caller kept their finger on the bell for a good thirty seconds.

I crept a little closer. I could hear movements outside the door. I also heard a "Clinking" sound. I felt frightened yet curious at the same time. I rationalized that there could be no harm if I put my ear to the door. "KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!" I jumped back in fright. My heart pounded so loudly that I just knew the person on the other side of the door heard it as well.

Why was someone at my door at this time of night? How long were they going to stay out there ringing my doorbell? Questions kept racing through my mind.

'Allright' I thought to myself. Pull yourself together and ask who's there. One...two... 'Who's there?' I asked. I heard a movement against my door and realized that the individual had been leaning against it.

'Is this -----?' A deep voice said.

My heart started pounding again. I was starting to panic. This person knew my name. 'What do I say now?' I was spared having to reply as the voice on the other side continued. 'I know you must be frightened and my being here at this hour is less than reassuring. I really mean you no harm.
Have you looked through the peep hole? I'm sure if you did, you would feel a whole lot better and safer. I least I hope so.'

I laughed nervously. 'Yeah! Sure! Who would mean me any harm at midnight? I thought sarcastically. I had just heard one of the sexiest voices ever, use the word "peep hole." I snickered a little and decided 'What the heck. 'Allright. I'll take a look. But I warn you, I've got an alarm and I'll use it.' I said assertively. He replied, 'Good. I'll just move back a little so you can get a better view of me.'

"A better view" I thought. With a honey-eyed voice like that, he better be worth it. I put my eye as close as possible to the spy glass. My breath caught and held. I silently worded 'My G-d! It can't be! It just can't be!' I shook my head in disbelief, while lowering it at the same time. I had forgotten how close to the door I was and banged it slightly.

'Are you allright? Why don't you open up? I can tell you recognize me.' He said.

I required no other prompting and slowly released the dead bolt and opened the door. There, on the other side, was no other than MICHAEL McMANUS.

'Hello -----. I'm glad you're at home. I want to apologize again for scaring you. I'm glad I didn't have to "camp-out" all night. It would have been embarrassing in the morning as your neighbors left for work,' he said in a sincere, yet playful voice.

I smiled at him. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless and knew showed on my face. He gave me a long considering look and took hold of my hands. He held them between his own as he said, 'You know, I've been reading your work and conversations on the web these last six months. I found I couldn't stop thinking about you, or the way you expressed yourself week-after-week. I knew I had to meet you. My agent pulled a lot of "strings" and was able to find out who you were and where you lived. I'm deeply indebted now I'll have you know.' I laughed a little and could tell this pleased him.

I was about to ask Michael if he would like to sit down when he said 'I know it was a risk coming here without contacting you first. But, I wanted this meeting to be a private moment between you and me. I didn't want a lot of extra people around.' He gently let go of my hands and put his arm around my shoulders and led me over to my couch.

For want of anything more original to say, I asked 'would you like something to drink?'. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His hands had felt warm and strong. His shoulder length hair was begging me to run my hands through it. His stone washed blue jeans outlined slim, but muscular legs and I noticed that the first three buttons of his black silk top were undone, revealing a nice scattering of dark hair. As I dropped my eyes lower, I noticed he was wearing dark brown leather deck shoes without socks. 'Very, very nice' I thought to myself'. 'Hmmm...What's' that scent?

I was brought back to reality as Michael said, 'You must not have noticed, but I brought a little something along in this bag.' He pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. That! Was the "Clinking" noise I had heard earlier. 'I hope you like Champagne? I nodded yes and he said 'Why don't you dim the lights. Do you have any matches to light this candle on your coffee table?' He asked.

I was stunned. Michael McManus was in my living room, sitting on my couch and asking me to "dim the lights"! I pulled the matchbox out of the remote control caddie. I was just about to light the match, when Michael removed it from my hand saying "You get the lights". I walked the short distance back to the front door. I dimmed the lights, and as I was turning back towards the couch, I could smell the soft scent of roses.

As I sat back down next to Michael, he said, 'You know ------, I feel so comfortable. I feel like I know you.' All the while, he had held my eyes captive with his. I felt mesmerized as I replied 'I know how you feel. However, I'm still in shock. I never expected to meet you, let alone be sitting next to you on my couch.'

As I finished, Michael opened the champagne and poured. 'Let's make a toast' He said. I responded 'Yes. Let's toast to strange but wonderful events.' Our glasses touched and just as I was bringing mine to my lips, his left hand reached over and stilled my hand. He took his glass and mine and put both on the coffee table. I sat there not knowing what to expect, but hoping. Michael turned and slowly pulled me towards him.

He gently put his lips against mine in a soft butterfly kiss. My insides felt as if they melting. His hand cupped my chin and lifted it ever so slightly. As the kiss ended, Michael said '----, I hope you don't think I'm coming on too fast, but you look so damn provocative in that nightie, I just couldn't resist you.'

If I was in a daze before, I was in heaven now. I replied, 'No Michael. I don't think your coming on too strong. Like you, I wanted it to happen. I've dreamed of nothing else since I first laid eyes on you. I hope "I" don't come across as a "star-struck-fan".

We sat back down on the couch, and picked up our untouched glasses of champagne and took a sip. 'Michael, I really don't believe that my writings and conversation made you want to find me. I'm sure you get thousands of fan letters a day, and I feel confident that all of them must say, "I think you're the greatest. I love you more than any other man in the world. Or, please let me have your babies.' We both laughed at this and settled more comfortably into the cushions on the couch.

I took another sip of champagne as Michael said, 'A a couple of individuals were hired to search the web for Lexx links. They came across "The First Kai-Michael McManus Tribute". Both were impressed by your imagination and lively conversation. They pestered me for two weeks until I finally relented into taking a look'.

All the while, I had been watching his lips form each delicious word. I was completely under his spell. I thought to myself 'Don't be so obvious!' and then realized that it was too late. I'd already shared a very tender kiss of promise with him. At least I hoped so.

Michael took another sip of champagne, and continued. 'The first thing they had me read was your fantasy.' I could feel myself turning "beet red". He smiled knowingly. As I watched his face, his eyes lowered to my chest. I could feel my nipples hardening. I felt embarrassed and watched as his eyes returned to my face. I could tell that my "response" had pleased him. He smiled again as he continued.

'By the time I finished, I hope I don't shock you, but I was thoroughly aroused. I could see you in my mind. Writing those words and wondering what you were wearing as you wrote them. You weren't wearing this perhaps?' As he said this last word, his hand reached over and lifted one of the ultra-thin straps. The feel of his skin against mine was making me dizzy, not to mention the effect his words were having on me.

'Well...I don't remember what I was wearing.' I replied. I immediately wanted to kick myself! I should of said "I wrote it buckass naked". I quickly rebounded and said 'Would you be interested in seeing where I wrote my fantasy?'

Michael looked deep into my eyes and I returned that look with a bold invitation. He reached over and took my hand. As we stood-up, our bodies leaned gently into each other. Our lips met. I pulled his head closer and slipped my hands behind his neck. Groaning, he pulled the thin straps holding my nightie down off my shoulders and placed his warm moist lips there. I moaned as I felt his tongue lightly lick my skin. 'Michael.'

'Hmmm...' My eyes slowly opened. 'I was having the most delicious dream,' I said softly said. A strong pair of hands pulled me close. 'You want to know what I was dreaming about?' I asked.

'Do you think it was the same dream I was having?' He countered. 'I hope so.' I replied. His hands found mine and brought them close to his lips as he turned first one palm then the other and placed a single kiss in the center of each. We looked deeply into each others eyes.

'I thank my lucky stars each day that you decided to open that door. I reached over and kissed him lovingly. Ummm, I think we should re-create the night you seduced me.' Michael said with a glint in his eye. 'What do you mean the night I seduced you'? I responded playfully. 'As I remember it, you invited me to your room.' Michael countered. 'So I did. I guess that makes you my love slave.' I teased. He knew what I meant and replied, 'Oh yes. I am indeed your love slave.'