Ami sat back, frown deepening as Scott shared the time with her. Was it possible that they had shared a dream, just a regular dream? She'd experienced cases where she and her fellow Tomorrow People had the same dream, but the shared ones were the lucid ones, the ones meant as communication where all parties were very much aware of what was going on. Simply sharing a dream however, that was new.
She decided to double-check, and reached out telepathically to Megabyte. /What day is it?/
/For you? Seems to be screw like rabbits day. Oh, wait that's everyday./ Megabyte sent back. There was a teasing affection in his voice, but over the top of that was feeling of general exhausation. /It's the same day it was an hour ago, and two hours before that, and three hours before that./
Ami felt herself blush, even as she reminded herself that she had nothing to be embarrassed about for enjoying her lover. /I am trying to hold my shields against you. Really, I am./
/Yeah, well, keep it up and you're going to have to find *me* a girlfriend,/ came the answer, the tiredness more apparent.
/There's always Shannon,/ Ami teased, knowing how much he disliked the High Maintenance types.
There was a pause, his voice was quieter, as though making the effort to talk was distracting as well as tiring. /Oh, you're funny./
/Are you all right?/
Ami noticed Scott looking intently at her. She gave him a smile, explaining, "Megabyte. And don't make a fuss about it."
/Yeah, I'm good. Just tired. Making shovels./
/Huh?/
/For the boar pits, we need shovels. I'm making them./
Ami heard what he didn't say as much as what he did say. He was doing that molecular manipulation thing that wiped him out under normal circumstances; who knew how much the odd EM field on the island would affect him? /Be careful, all right? Don't tire yourself too much. Also, eat and sleep. Frequently./
/Yes, Mom,/ Megabyte quipped faintly.
Ami withdrew her mental touch, sensing that Megabyte was far too tired to keep this up. She had wanted to ask him about shared dreams, but didn't press. She focused on Scott, "I've never had a shared dream, not in that sense before, but I think that it's safe to say that between our link and the island. . . well, we can't know what's normal or possible for us."
But what did that mean? Not that she minded having Scott in her dreams - he figured prominently in the majority of them anyway. But her nightmares ... there was something she didn't want to inflict upon Scott.
Was dream sharing to be the norm now? Or was it triggered by super intense orgasms?
(And no way I'm giving up super sex, dreams or not.)
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[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 01:18 pm (UTC)She decided to double-check, and reached out telepathically to Megabyte. /What day is it?/
/For you? Seems to be screw like rabbits day. Oh, wait that's everyday./ Megabyte sent back. There was a teasing affection in his voice, but over the top of that was feeling of general exhausation. /It's the same day it was an hour ago, and two hours before that, and three hours before that./
Ami felt herself blush, even as she reminded herself that she had nothing to be embarrassed about for enjoying her lover. /I am trying to hold my shields against you. Really, I am./
/Yeah, well, keep it up and you're going to have to find *me* a girlfriend,/ came the answer, the tiredness more apparent.
/There's always Shannon,/ Ami teased, knowing how much he disliked the High Maintenance types.
There was a pause, his voice was quieter, as though making the effort to talk was distracting as well as tiring. /Oh, you're funny./
/Are you all right?/
Ami noticed Scott looking intently at her. She gave him a smile, explaining, "Megabyte. And don't make a fuss about it."
/Yeah, I'm good. Just tired. Making shovels./
/Huh?/
/For the boar pits, we need shovels. I'm making them./
Ami heard what he didn't say as much as what he did say. He was doing that molecular manipulation thing that wiped him out under normal circumstances; who knew how much the odd EM field on the island would affect him? /Be careful, all right? Don't tire yourself too much. Also, eat and sleep. Frequently./
/Yes, Mom,/ Megabyte quipped faintly.
Ami withdrew her mental touch, sensing that Megabyte was far too tired to keep this up. She had wanted to ask him about shared dreams, but didn't press. She focused on Scott, "I've never had a shared dream, not in that sense before, but I think that it's safe to say that between our link and the island. . . well, we can't know what's normal or possible for us."
But what did that mean? Not that she minded having Scott in her dreams - he figured prominently in the majority of them anyway. But her nightmares ... there was something she didn't want to inflict upon Scott.
Was dream sharing to be the norm now? Or was it triggered by super intense orgasms?
(And no way I'm giving up super sex, dreams or not.)