Okay, so. What this is: a) basically Sabriel PWP dreamsex fluff. b) a first draft, written on a plane while not very awake. c) incomplete - the two dream scenes are all there but what happens in between is sketched because ‘then plot happened’, d) a scene for the sequel to this widespread realm (ie, part of the marchstalkers mighty verse) which will probably not make it into the sequel because everything will probably be very different by the time I get around to this part of the story. So you get it as a standalone now!
Warnings for mpreg (sort of - archangels are true hermaphrodites in this verse, but Gabriel identifies as male, and is in the second trimester) and the dub con that comes with suddenly falling into someone else’s sex dream about you.
Also angels have a certain amount of telepathy and, for plot reasons, Sam has sort of accidentally picked some up along the way. Hence dream sharing. And no, they aren’t together at this point in the story - they just have, you know, a few years of UST.
So basically this is me writing predictive fanfic for my own story and I will probably Joss it at some point btu may also cannibalise it in part or whole. :P Potential spoilers, but who knows.
(um. auroramere, kd-heart, cynassa, waywardephemera… damn, I hate starting tag lists because I know I’m always leaving people out. I’m sorry!)
It began in a dream: a promising tickle of arousal in Sam’s belly, a spreading delicious contentment.
It had nothing to do with the dream he was actually in at the time. That was something confusing in a house with too many rooms, but it felt insubstantial beside this new feeling, which brought with it the feel of mouth on soft skin, and shared laughter.
It was just a feeling for a while, the kind of atmosphere you get in dreams. But then came a very different type of feeling, a tugging at his mind, the flinch of somebody touching his thoughts and that queasy slide of one consciousness merging into another. Only this time Sam didn’t feel like he was being invaded, but welcomed.
The sick aversion dropped away and Sam pressed in, was drawn in eagerly, to where he was wanted and enjoyed and loved.
Then sound and colour and sensation came all in a rush.