{"sf1_id":226029,"sf2_id":"keNYY8O1","title":"The Dream","author":"Sorin","words":802,"posted_at":"2011-02-28T00:52:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Cuddling","Cute","Feline","Human","Light Nudity","Love","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/226029-the-dream","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNYY8O1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/06/90/0690ae54-7a8a-48b1-8544-293dc5088ae3","description":"","content":" **_The Dream_**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Legal:** \u0026nbsp; The characters in this story are purely fiction.\u0026nbsp; Any resemblance to other characters real or fictional is coincidence.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDeep in the bowels of the metal ship, we sleep.\u0026nbsp; Well, she sleeps.\u0026nbsp; I just rest, my gaze lingering over her perfect body.\n\nWe are so close that my nose tickles with the brush of her gentle breaths.\u0026nbsp; Her face is angular in the regular feline style, but with softer cheeks and a larger nose.\u0026nbsp; She doesn't like it, but I think the nose just gives her a more stern appearance, which only makes her giggle cutely.\n\nWithout averting my gaze, my mental eye begins to travel down her body.\u0026nbsp; I've memorized every possible square inch of her beauty, so recalling it is no difficult task.\n\nMy mind travels, too, to the seemingly distant past when we first met.\u0026nbsp; It was at the Academy, March 15, only four months ago next week.\u0026nbsp; We bumped into each other at our first class.\u0026nbsp; Something happened that day that I couldn't understand, and I somehow still don't.\n\nMy hand is gently laying over her and I start to trace soft circles in the fur of her back.\u0026nbsp; All over, she is covered in fine, short blonde fur.\u0026nbsp; My hand comes up to her bare shoulder.\u0026nbsp; Slowly, I begin to brush her side, gradually working over her bare chest, over her stomach, and back to her side.\u0026nbsp; It feels so soft and warm under my skin.\n\nNone of her friends could understand why she had chosen to take an interest in me, a human.\u0026nbsp; I never conversed with them directly, but it was always clear through the gossip that some feline had the hots for a fleshy.\u0026nbsp; It didn't take a genius to figure it out.\n\nMy hand stop at her lower back and gently stroke at her fur.\u0026nbsp; Her tail rose up from just below her waist.\u0026nbsp; I touch it and then gently wrap my hand around it.\u0026nbsp; It was covered in the same fine fur as the rest of her body.\n\nHer body shifts at the touch and I stop, afraid that I had accidentally woken her.\u0026nbsp; When she leans back into her pillow, I resume gradually sliding my hand down the lean appendage.\n\nIt wasn't a secret that she had a minor fetish for her tail.\u0026nbsp; It didn't fill her completely with pleasure, but she loved having it stroked.\u0026nbsp; I was more than happy to oblige, including when she slept.\u0026nbsp; I simply enjoyed the touch of her skin in my hand.\u0026nbsp; The fact that she sighed happily while I did it was just a cute bonus.\n\nIt had taken her a year before she'd finally worked up the courage to approach me.\u0026nbsp; I remember her look of anxiousness before the class that day.\u0026nbsp; I had been sitting at the far side of the room well away from her normal spot, so I knew something was happening the moment she stepped forward.\n\nI bring my hand off of her tail and instead bring it up to her face.\u0026nbsp; Her hair, which was essentially headfur that she allowed to grow longer, gently fell over her face.\u0026nbsp; I use a finger to brush it over her cheek.\u0026nbsp; Her hair was relatively short, which disappointed me slightly because I prefer longer hair, but that was almost a necessity of her position on the cruiser.\u0026nbsp; At the risk of waking her, I start to stroke her hair.\u0026nbsp; When my hands touch her ears, they flick softly, but she doesn't stir any further than that small motion.\n\nOur worlds had seemed to spiral from that point.\u0026nbsp; Friends abandoned us, family questioned us, and society gave us looks wherever we went.\u0026nbsp; But at the center of the maelstrom, we both forever had the solitude that was each other.\u0026nbsp; Through the turmoil, our love for each other grew.\u0026nbsp; We were two souls parted and found, and nothing was going to tear us apart.\n\nHer eyes slowly flutter open.\u0026nbsp; For a moment, my hand freezes in the middle of brushing her hair.\u0026nbsp; Our eyes meet and I am instantly lost in their green depths.\u0026nbsp; Her mouth curls into a soft smile.\u0026nbsp; \"Good morning, love.\"\n\nMy hand finishes its stroke and comes to rest against her neck.\u0026nbsp; \"Good morning.\"\u0026nbsp; I pull her in close and our lips meet.\u0026nbsp; Our passion for each other grows once again, gaining heat with each touch.\n\nIt was a rather sad form of wedding, but with our families and our fortunes behind us, the ship was all I could afford.\u0026nbsp; Some day, I'll give her the wedding she deserves.\n\nBut for now, we're together.\u0026nbsp; That alone is a dream-come-true.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Author's Note:** \u0026nbsp; A rather short piece, but I personally like it.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't supposed to be long, just highly detailed.\u0026nbsp; Thoughts on it?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}