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Amy opened her eyes as she stirred awake. It was still dark, and she was momentarily disoriented as she realized she was not alone.
Adam... She recalled what had occurred. The vision, the fire... They had gone out to lunch when it had struck him, and the fire had burned the building where she worked. They'd spent the rest of the day together, into the evening and had come back here. The blond man had made her dinner. Later on, something more had happened between them.
His lips positively set her on fire with his searing kisses, his hands equally demanding. Their clothing seemingly melted off, and he began his lovemaking with just his eyes as he lowered her onto the bed. She stared up at him with passion, realizing just how she felt about this man. She wasn't merely attracted to him... She was falling in love with him.
He lowered his head to hers, and his lips were incredibly hot as they claimed her mouth. That was nothing compared to the heat radiating off another part of his body, and before too long, she felt him raise her legs, and he filled her completely with one big thrust.
It was incredible as he rocked in and out of her at a very deliberate pace. He was so good with his hands as well, easily finding her most erogenous zones. She kept her legs up against his shoulders as he arched her hips clear off the bed, penetrating her even more deeply, if such a thing were physically possible.
They both reached the brink simultaneously, and it was like heaven.
Amy laid there and wondered what was going to happen now. She didn't have a job any longer. However, she did have Adam, and she knew that after what had happened between them, she wasn't going to let him go. In the still fairly short time they'd known one another, he had become very important, and very dear to her.
The redhead felt him suddenly stir beside her - or, more aptly, behind her, and she relaxed again, snuggling her back against him. She couldn't suppress a smile as she felt his arms suddenly encircle her waist, drawing her nearer still. She couldn't recall a time she'd felt happier in recent years. She quickly fell back asleep, thoroughly content.
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Running... He was running yet again.
His feet felt as though mired in mud, or like he was running in sand. And this time, he found himself in a cavernous dark tunnel.
The horrible, tormenting monster of a man was giving chase, nearly at his heels by then.
"Adam, you ungrateful little snot-nosed punk! Don't you run away from me!"
The voice echoed hollowly against the walls of the tunnel, bouncing back to his ears in a hurry. It was the most awful sound, probably the worst voice he could ever hear... It belonged to Mike.
His mother's boyfriend, or more accurately, murderer, was behind him. No matter how fast he ran, or tried to, Adam could not seem to lose the man. And what did he want from him, anyway? He was an adult now, not a little boy anymore. He was taller, bigger and certainly had to be stronger. What could Mike possibly want with him?
Leave me alone! he thought furiously. He tried to continue running, when suddenly one of his ankles turned over. He felt a blinding pain suddenly shooting up his leg and cried out.
Directly behind him, he heard a cackling laugh. It was loud, mocking and horrible to his ears. He desperately willed it away, wanted to drown out the horrid sound but couldn't. And he couldn't move, either, what with his injured ankle. But he had to try.
He made the mistake of turning around to take a look behind him. Mike's maniacally grinning face greeted him as the shiny blade of the axe suddenly came down, striking him...
"My God!" Amy was suddenly wide awake again as the man thrashed and yelled, giving her a good, hard shove. She wasn't sure whether he was awake or dreaming as he moved furtively away from her, leaving the bed altogether as he blindly swung out at nothing. She watched him in shock, calling him in a desperate attempt to calm him down.
"Adam... Adam!"
The blond man's breathing was far too fast... so much so that he feared hyperventilating, or even a premature heart attack. His eyes snapped open, and he glanced around quickly, surveying his surroundings.
Mike wasn't there. However, Amy was... He remembered. They were in his bedroom.
Relief flooding through him, the blond man sank back onto the bed. He buried his face in his hands, trying to gain control over his emotions. The dreams had to stop. He didn't know what he might do if they didn't. He stiffened momentarily as he felt the redhead's hand touching him.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. He felt horrible, and even a small bit embarrassed. He could have hurt her. That made him feel worse than anything else.
"It's okay," she replied in a soft, even voice. "It's okay." She couldn't help but wonder what apparent horrors
he had seen in his sleep.