2.6: Just a Dream

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In 2.5: Not a Virgin, with the ‘experiment’  over, Jessie had to watch Annika go right back to Abel. We got to see Abel’s reaction, when Annika finally slept with him, when he realized she wasn’t a virgin. The next year, we learned of Annika’s dissatisfaction with Abel, and Jessie managed to deflect Annika’s half-drunk advances. Well, mostly. In this chapter they are now 16 years old. Let’s catch up, shall we?


Jessie woke at dawn with a start.

Clumsily, he jerked up and out of the bed, the blanket dragging across the stone-paved ground as he sleep-stumbled to the door. Not yet fully awake, he scrubbed a fist across his eyes. The dream was already fading. Annika. His dreams of Annie were usually good dreams–a little too good–but the lingering feeling of this dream was disturbing.

The fine light of earliest morning filtered through branches of his mother’s fruit trees as he made his way to the fire, and the morning songbirds were already in chorus.

“Are you alright?” His mother, Bronwyn, walked out from between the trees by their cottage, into the light of the small fire she’d stirred when she awoke some time before.

“Fine. Just had a bad dream.” His hands spread before the fire. “Is there food?”

Bronwyn smiled at this firstborn son of hers, tall and sleep-tousled, with the firelight casting shadows up across his sharply featured face. Always hungry, boys were. But he’s almost a man, she realized. At 16 years old, he still bore some teenaged gangliness, but already his shoulders were broad, his arms and legs muscular. And he was still growing. He would be a big man.

“Tell me of this dream,” she said, stepping to the fire. Her senses grew alert to the energy of the dream that still surrounded him like an unhappy cloak. Handing him the apple she held, she indicated the skewered meat she’d already roasted.

“It was nothing. Just a dream. Nonsensical stuff, you know?”

“Sense can be made of the nonsensical, as well you know.”

Her son only grunted, dismissing what he called her ‘hocus pocus crap’. He hotly denied it, forswearing his heritage, but that didn’t change the fact that Jessie was himself a blooded witch, born of a long line of powerful witches. He just wanted to be a normal guy, and she understood that. All too well. Luckily for him, his powers were weak. But nonetheless, he had a touch of the Sight, which always unsettled him when it intruded. The Sight was more often a burden than a blessing, Bronwyn knew.

“You dreamt of your lover.”

Jessie looked askance at her. “Shut up, Mom! It was just a dream.” He started on the apple. Its juices washed the sour taste of sleep from his mouth.


“You said her name.” Bronwyn came to stand beside him, laying her hand on his forehead before he jerked away from her. “Annika.”

“Don’t talk about Annika!” he snapped, knocking her hand away. “And she’s my friend! We’re not–that.”

Bronwyn’s hand remained outstretched, her eyes fixed on it as if she were reading a book. I hate when she pulls this shit, Jessie grumbled internally. As if in acknowledgement of his thought, she glanced at him with an indulgent smile before her gaze became unfocused, lost to her vision.

Just as her mother Kaila before her, Bronwyn was the most powerful of the island’s witches. Esteemed as a gifted healer, she was also burdened with a strength of Sight that exceeded even her mother’s powers.

Ignoring her, Jessie turned himself to wolfing down his breakfast as he eyed the lightening horizon beyond the village. Annika. What had been the dream that awakened him from sleep? A ship, leaving the harbor. And something of Annika and witches and fairies. See? Nonsensical stuff. Annie was no witch, nor was anyone in her family, and no fairies had existed on Ouroboros for centuries.

“But she’s bewitching, yes?” Bronwyn lowered her hand finally, blinking at Jessie. “Always happy. So Pretty. She was indeed your lover, and will be again.”

“Mom. Really. Don’t you think this is inappropriate?” No, it wouldn’t happen again. That it had happened at all was a lucky fluke. Not that Mom needs to know that, he thought.

“The ship you dreamt of…”

“Oh, enough already!” Tossing the apple core into the fire, Jessie went to retrieve his schoolbook. “I’ll see you later,” he said, passing by her again without a glance on his way out of camp.

“She’ll return to you,” Bronwyn called after him. She watched his retreating back as he trotted toward the Community Center, out of hearing now. “Just as you will return to her.”


Jessie crossed the far side of the Community Center toward the market as the sun began its ascent, intending to hang out until school started in an hour or so. No one was around yet, though, so he changed course and headed for the beach instead.

He felt unsettled, after the dream. And Mom spouting off like usual didn’t help. Jessie wasn’t overfond of the supernatural, and his mother’s ‘visions’ were especially annoying when she couldn’t keep them to herself. Which was often; it’s what afforded her prestige in the village, despite her apparently wild youth, of which Jessie was a product. She had given birth to him when she was much younger than he was now.

When he rounded the dunes, he stopped to enjoy the panoramic beach, illuminated by long rays of pink and orange sunlight, stretching out over the waves.

And there she is.

Up to her knees in the tame wavelets, casting her fishing rod, her sinuous arms rippling with the motion. He saw that she smiled to herself when her line landed out past the sandbar, her lips curling in unconscious satisfaction. She’s bewitching, yes? Your lover. The disembodied voice irritated his mind, and he shook his head to dispel it. Lover. Annika. She will be again. The intruding thought brought instant desire and torment.

Jessie sighed, crossing the sand toward her. At the shoreline, she turned and caught sight of him. At first, she looked annoyed, but then waved, throwing him her usual easy smile. “Hey Jess. You’re out early.”

“So are you.” He dropped himself onto a stone, tossing his books on the sand beside him. He felt sort of bad for intruding; he knew she enjoyed fishing alone by herself. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you.”


“S’okay.” Her tone was noncommittal. “I’ve been coming out here before sunrise every day this week, hoping I could find a death fish. This morning I’ve been lucky to catch a single minnow,” she complained.

“No one’s ever caught one. They’re probably just a myth,” Jessie told her. Legends of the death fish abounded, one of which was that they could only be caught at night. No one in Jessie’s memory had ever actually seen one, though.

“If anyone can catch one, it’s me.” She declared with determination. “Why are you out so early? School’s not for another hour.”

“I woke up… a dream woke me up, actually. So I just…got up. Mom was being annoying, so I left.”

“At least you have a mom,” Annika said.

The comment brought him up short. Annika wasn’t exactly the sentimental type, and he couldn’t recall her ever mentioning her dead parents. They’d died when he and Annie were little.

Her parents, and Aimee’s and Abel’s too, were long gone, and it bothered Annika when Jessie bitched about his mom. She couldn’t even remember her dad, and barely remembered her own mom. Jessie, at least, had more than a memory.

With a jerk of her shoulders, Annika abruptly hauled in her line, and walked across the sand toward him.

Her overbearing brothers aside, she couldn’t remember having parents to fuss over her. She wondered wistfully what life would be like if she did, how different a person she might be if she had parents who cared enough to fuss, but quickly shut the door on the errant thought. Life went on. It always did. Having feelings about it either way wouldn’t do anyone any good; emotions were annoying, messy little things, things best left locked away where they couldn’t touch her.


“So what was the dream?”


“You said a dream woke you up.”

Jessie was silent for a few moments, flicking at the sand on his pants. Annika looked up at him, her eyebrows raised in an impatient Well? expression. He tossed a small seashell at her legs. “Something about you and a boat, leaving,” he finally said.

“Dreaming of me, huh?” She cast a smirk up at him. “Well, I’m not going anywhere. Where would I even go?”

“I know. I said it was just a dream,” he said, a touch defensively. She’ll return to you. He shook his head in annoyance. He was no seer, these were just his mother’s words, he reasoned. “Anyway.”

“Anyway. Who are you taking to the dance next week?”

“No one. I probably won’t go.” Jessie didn’t need to ask who Annika was going with. She’d been with Abel in some form or fashion since they were all kids. She’d probably marry the undeserving bastard. Those two had the strangest relationship. Not that his own friendship with Annika was completely uncomplicated, but she didn’t need to know about that. It didn’t matter, anyway.

“Aimee’s mad because Drake hasn’t asked her yet. You should take her, then we could all hang out together.”

“Maybe she should ask Drake, then. Besides, I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

“And what’s the wrong idea? We’re all friends. It’d be just for fun.”

Just for fun. That seemed to be the term that Annie judged everything by. “We can all hang out later if people want to go up to the bonfire pit,” he said.


“Why don’t you take that girl that sits beside you in class?”

“Calla? No.”

“But she’s pretty,” Annika pointed out.

“So are you,” he retorted.

“Aww. That’s nice of you say. Don’t you like Calla?”

He looked at her in annoyance. “I don’t know her. And I’m not interested in knowing her like that.”

Annika threw her hands up. “Ok, ok. You should go with someone, though. Don’t you want a girlfriend? You deserve someone to make you happy.”

Her words echoed darkly in his head. Oh, Annie. “If I wanted to be with someone who also wanted to be with me, then yes, I’d want a girlfriend,” he said carefully. “I’m not taking anyone to the dance. End of discussion.”

“Geez. You’re so grumpy today! Maybe you need to get laid.”

Jessie dropped his head in his hands, shaking it. “You’re impossible, you know that?” He laughed finally, and she smiled with him.

Annika fell silent for a while, staring out to sea. Looking at her sideways, Jessie felt that these quiet moments showed some of the deeper aspects of Annika’s personality. She had an introspective side that others never got to see. Even with Aimee, it rarely came out; there was instead a constant stream of what could only be called girl-talk. It was part of why she liked to go off fishing by herself, too, he knew. She was a bubbly, social butterfly at heart, but sometimes she needed time alone to just be. That she could be that way around him was a testament to their friendship.

He tossed another seashell at her legs, and she turned her head, smiling at him. Holding her gaze, it was another of those moments that affirmed their friendship, and why it was so important to him. That ever-so-slightly longish look that understood each other’s mood without need for words. You just don’t have that with everyone else.

Fishing his book out of the sand, he leafed through it, then snapped it closed again. “Well, the school should be open soon. I’ll see you there.”

“See ya.” Annika remained sitting in the sand as he walked back up the beach toward the community center.



Abel rolled off of Annika, sweating like a pig, and reached for his clothes. “Damn. I needed that,” he said, catching his breath, pulling his pants on.

“Yeah. Well. At least one of us got off,” Annika replied tartly.

“You didn’t?” Abel looked genuinely surprised. He pulled his shirt over his head.

“It’s not like you did anything to help. ”

“Aw I’m sorry babe. I’ll remember next time.”

“You’ve been saying that for two years, Abel, but all you’re ever concerned about is getting yourself off.” Annika started to reach for her dress, but on second thought, laid back again. “You could get me off now. If you really wanted to.”


Pointedly, Annika’s fingers snaked down her belly, brazenly stroking herself between her thighs. “You could go down on me. You know how much I like that.”

“Gross, I just came in that.” He made a face. “And you know I don’t like doing that.” Abel stood, watching her play with herself. “Besides, it’s fucking hot watching you do yourself.” He ducked just in time miss the shoe Annika sent flying toward his head.

“I shouldn’t have to do myself, you selfish pig!” she snapped, throwing his other shoe at him too. “Get the fuck out!”

Abel just grinned, retrieved his shoes, and sauntered out the doorway. “See ya tomorrow Annie, thanks for the ride,” he called over his shoulder. A moment later she heard his footsteps clomping down the stairs, whistling as he went.


“What a prick,” Annika muttered. For all that he was still fun to hang around at parties or with their friends, he was becoming less and less worth her time sexually. Really. Aimee was a far better lover, and they were just messing around. A girl should be able to expect some reciprocation from her guy without nagging. It blew her mind that Diana and even her sister Ashlyn wanted anything to do with him. For that matter, Annika wasn’t always sure why she herself had anything to do with him. Habit, mostly, she guessed.


She lay back against the pillow, sliding her hand back between her legs. Already slick with sex, her fingers had no trouble getting into a pleasurable rhythm. If Aimee were here, Aimee would do it for her, if she returned the favor. But even so, it didn’t quite replace the feeling of sex. Abel’s a terrible lover, though. I ought to just find someone else to do it with. There had to be men who were better at this shit. Hell, Jessie was—

Jessie! Of course! Annika snorted to herself as her mind drew the sexual comparisons. It had been over 2 years since she’d busted her cherry on Jessie, just to see what sex was like. She hadn’t given it much thought since then, but now her fingers sped up beneath the memory of the weight of his body over hers.


Her imagination reconjured his golden head between her legs, late afternoon sunlight highlighting the yellow hairs on the tanned forearms locked around her thighs. Then he rose on his knees, and filled her up…

“Ahh-hh!” Her back arched, her hips rising up in undulations under her swiftly stroking fingers, milking the orgasm.

Well, that takes care of that for now.


600ntsStory notes: I know I know, you’re not sure whether to cheer the fact that Jessie might get some more action, or yelling because Annika might have just set her too casual target on him for the sake of some decent sex. Either way, you’re justified.

Also, for the sake of getting this chapter out, I used a lot less pictures than usual. I hope it wasn’t too difficult to read.

It won’t take me so long to get the next chapter out, I promise!

Challenge notes: if it’s not obvious by now, Annika’s career roll is Angler. And we’re almost done with the previous generation’s roll of Perfect Children. Annika just has a little more trouble to get into before she ages up.