Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Visions and Dreams ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Title: Visions and Dreams, part I
Series: Escaflowne
Pairing: Van x Hitomi
Theme: You only want what you cannot have. (Week 14)
 
AN: Written for the MakinLemonade ML weekly challenge, thus the theme info. Ummm, don't kill me... I think this fic wants to be about three chapters long, so if the ending seems a bit inconclusive, there should be more (I hope...). Also, this is strictly series based, ignoring the movie (not that I hate the movie, but the series is soooooo much better). And please, constructive criticism is welcomed. I haven't written one of these for five months. I need all the advice I can get.
 
Disclaimer: Escaflowne is not mine. All characters are the property of the original creator (whoever that is, because I'm not sure).
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Hitomi woke from the dream as she usually did, drenched in sweat and tangled in her sheets, with the fading pulses of pleasure washing through her body.
 
She had dreamed of Van ever since she had returned from Gaea. At first, they were dreams of tender kisses and moments shared between two people just beginning to learn about love and each other. The dreams had been infrequent, with sometimes none at all for months at a time. As Hitomi had grown older, the dreams had shifted in nature, becoming passionate displays of affection between lovers who knew each other almost soul-deep.
 
The dreams had also been coming more and more regularly over the past couple of years, intensifying in frequency until now when at least once a week she woke as she had tonight. Satisfied, but longing for the warmth of her lover beside her—warmth she had never experienced outside the dream.
 
Knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, Hitomi rolled over in bed to check the clock.
 
6:00 a.m. Insanely early to get up on the weekend, especially when she didn't have to, but a perfect time for a run. Especially now, during the last days of summer, when the cool mornings were the best time to do anything physical outdoors.
 
Hitomi rolled out of bed and stripped off her sweaty nightgown. The nightgown went neatly into the dirty clothes hamper and she turned to the closet and pulled out her running gear from the folded pile on a shelf. She put it on without bothering to wash, knowing that she was about to get even sweatier, anyway.
 
She had kept on running even after graduating from high school, though she hadn't joined her college track team. Now she just ran for her health—her mental health. Her morning run was usually her `clear the head and get ready for the day' time.
 
This morning, as her feet pounded the pavement through her neighborhood, her thoughts refused to stray very far from last night's dream or from the star of that dream. She usually tried not to think too much about Van, and she definitely didn't often ponder why she so often dreamed of him, nor why in the past few years her dreams had become increasingly more erotic.
 
She still had visions from time to time, her stay in Gaea seemingly intensifying that ability. She had held steadfast in her refusal to use her tarot cards anymore, but the visions still came occasionally, even without the focusing mediums of the cards or her necklace. Most of the time they weren't even violent, now that Gaea was enjoying some semblance of peace. Every so often she would get a glimpse of Van, in the beginning as he was working to rebuild a war-ravaged Fanelia. Now most of her visions of him showed him as he learned to rule a kingdom at peace while still preparing for the possibility of another war.
 
She also occasionally saw things to do with her own life here on Earth—mainly events significant in her life or the lives of those closest to her. She was actually glad she had foreseen Yukari's announcement of her engagement to Amano. Not because she still harbored any feelings for Amano herself, but rather because it enabled her to fight down her jealousy of Yukari's happiness and congratulate her best friend with sincerity.
 
She could at least admit to her jealousy in the quiet of her own mind on one of her runs. She could have even talked about it with Yukari, had it not necessitated more explanations than she cared to give or that Yukari could understand. She admitted she was jealous—jealous of Yukari's utter contentment with the man she loved at her side. Hitomi was jealous because the man she loved, the only man she wanted, was literally a world away and completely out of her reach.
 
She saw him in her visions, and so the ability had become precious to her. A blessing now, as much as it had been a curse on Gaea, with nothing but presentiments of death and destruction before her.
 
But her visions never granted her the ability to touch him, as she longed to do. That was saved for her dreams. Dreams she had also come to look forward to, to savor, and then refuse to contemplate in the light of day—as if the sunlight would evaporate them like a mist. Until now, that is. In the ten years since she had left Gaea forever, she had struggled hard to put all that had happened there into the back of her mind, but never really succeeded. Mostly she lived for the times when she could see Van, whether in dreams or in visions.
 
Dreams like the one she'd had last night, though it both embarrassed and pained her to remember the details now, in the harsh reality of daylight.
 
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In some tiny corner of her mind, Hitomi knew she was dreaming, that none of this was real and that when she woke she'd be as alone as always.
 
She didn't care, though, because right then Van was smiling up at her with the heat of desire in his dark eyes and only a thin sheet separated their naked bodies as she straddled his hips and smiled back at him. She nudged his hips with her own, rubbing lightly against his arousal. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too, but first....
 
“I'm going to get you!”
 
The slide of her fingertips down his side caused him to squirm underneath her, a startled breath of laughter bursting out from him.
 
“Why you little....” His playful growl as he tried to wrestle her arms away from his sides indicated the beginning of an all-out tickle war.
 
His helpless laughter and attempts to fend her off only served to spur on Hitomi's rarely seen mischievous streak.
 
“I wonder if anyone would believe me if I revealed the powerful King of Fanelia's one true weakness?” Hitomi gasped out between fits of giggles as she chased him across the bed while Van attempted to roll out of her reach.
 
The last ten years had been kind to Van. He had filled out in both height and muscle, but still kept the slim proportions she remembered from her time in Gaea. Strong, wirily muscled arms came up and trapped her briefly against his chest, his breath puffing into her still-short hair. She squirmed away, her escape made easier by the fact that he never used all his strength against her. Time seemed to move strangely as they tussled for dominance, she trying to return to her tickling, and he trying to avoid more of the gentle torture.
 
She laughed as they wrestled playfully across the bed, the sheet tangling between them and finally getting tossed to the floor. In the end, she was right back where she started, with him pinned beneath her in mock surrender.
 
“Fine. You win!” Van huffed out, smiling up at her with a combination of laughter, love, and lust swirling together in his eyes.
 
Both of them were breathing harder—whether from the play or from desire, she wasn't sure. It was the look that did it for her though, warming fires that had never really gone away. Hitomi's smile slowly turned from playful to sultry and her interest focused intently now on one thing.
 
Him.
 
“And now that I have you at my mercy, what should I do with my prize?”
 
Van's dark eyes turned smoky at the purr of desire in her voice, and his own voice was a little deeper when he replied.
 
“Anything you want, love. Anything you want.”
 
She leaned down to him for a kiss, passionate and deep. Her tongue slid into his mouth, brushing the ridge of his teeth before tangling with his. The kiss went on and on, her tongue exploring the recesses of his mouth. Her lips and his were reddened from the contact when she finally stopped. She kissed her way down his neck to the top of his collarbone, delighting in the way his breath caught and his pulse fluttered beneath her lips.
 
“I think I should torture you some more,” Hitomi said as she paused momentarily. She smiled devilishly at him before kissing her way slowly down his chest. She paused at his nipples, lapping at the sensitive buds. She nipped gently at one and smiled at his shudder before soothing the hardened nub with tender licks.
 
She worked her way down the rest of his torso, testing his firm skin with teasing nips, and then paused over his arousal. Van's gaze seemed to bore into the top of Hitomi's head, wordlessly urging her on despite his perfect stillness underneath her. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she circled the tip with her tongue before trailing the rest of the way down his length. His indrawn breath rewarded her when she moved to take him into the warmth of her mouth.
 
She slid almost all the way to the base of his arousal before moving back up, using her tongue and lips and fingers to tease and torment. She made sure to hit all the areas she knew to be particularly sensitive, massaging his shaft with one hand as she worked her way up and down his hardness. After a few minutes of this, Hitomi could feel Van's hips begin to move of their own accord, despite the control shown in the hands fisted into the bottom sheet on either side of his hips. She gave him one last torturous lick all the way up the underside of his shaft, before moving upwards until she was kneeling over his hips.
 
Hitomi positioned herself over him, her hand still wrapped around his erection, and used the tip of his hardness to part her already-damp folds. She tortured both of them briefly by rubbing the tip of his arousal over her clit before guiding him to her moist entrance. She needed no preparation, aroused as she was by her attentions to Van.
 
She slid down onto him with excruciating slowness, enjoying both the feel of him gradually filling her and the expression of torment on his face. Hitomi could feel his hands on her hips, fingers digging in slightly from the strength of the restraint he was forcing on himself. Still, he only steadied and supported her, letting her set the pace as she pleased. Half of his length was inside her before she could take no more of her own torture and suddenly slid him the rest of the way home, arching her hips to push his hardness as deep inside as it could possibly go.
 
Hitomi paused momentarily, savoring the sensation of his arousal stretching her passage, before lifting ever so slowly back up and then down again. Van's hands moved to cup her shoulders before sliding in a gentle caress down her back to her waist. He repeated the movement upwards, and the soothing touch only added to the lazy pleasure building as she continued to slowly impale herself onto him, enjoying the feel of his manhood leisurely gliding in and out of her.
 
Suddenly impatient for more pleasure, Hitomi dragged his hands up to her breasts, molding his palms around them. Van immediately took the not-so-subtle hint, his thumbs caressing her already hardened nipples. He leaned up and drew first one and then the other into his mouth, repaying her earlier treatment with licks and nibbles of his own until she was clutching his head tightly to her.
 
His hands moved to her hips, urging her to greater speed and she complied, riding him harder and faster. Still, it wasn't enough, and he pulled his head away from her grasp before urging her off of him onto her back. Hitomi mewled in disappointment as his hardness left her aching passage.
 
Then he was over her, in her, sliding deep. She reveled in the feel of him, slick and hard and pushing deep inside her as she arched up to meet him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as she urged him on. She felt his firm hands, callused from years of swordplay, wrapped around her shoulders as he braced her for his thrusts. She felt his breath hot on her throat, his face buried against her neck. He slid deep within her again, almost slamming into her, and her fingers scraped down his back. The next time, he pulled out almost to the tip and hovered there for just a minute, leaving her breathless and empty, squirming beneath him.
 
“Payback,” he breathed into her ear, before he thrust hard back into her wetness. Her muscles spasmed around him, clenching him tightly in the first pulse of her orgasm. Her pleasure seemed to precipitate his own, and as her orgasm washed over her, Hitomi opened her eyes to see Van's familiar face above hers, tightened into a mask of passion and desire, his intense eyes boring into hers as he shuddered in her arms.
 
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Her steps on the pavement faltered and then stopped as she shook herself out of the half-daze she'd fallen into recalling the events of last night's dream. She glanced around her, aghast to realize that she'd covered more than three-quarters of her accustomed two miles without even knowing it. With her body on autopilot while her mind wandered on a topic far from home, her feet had automatically traced her usual route. Hitomi sighed as began to run again, though more slowly than before, determinedly pushing away all thoughts of the dream.
 
`What kind of life do I have,' she wondered as she ran, `when I live from day to day wishing I could sleep through my life, wishing to never wake up. Van wanted me to be happy, but am I?'
 
It had dawned on her recently that her time with him had ended ten years ago. Ten years and she was still hanging on to dream-wisps and vision-fragments. She had promised to never forget him. Her stay on Gaea had changed her, but in order to live a normal life here on Earth she knew that she had to force herself away from the ties she had formed there.
 
Faster than expected, Hitomi found herself back in front of her apartment building, sweating even more heavily than she had been earlier. As she let herself back in to begin to get ready for the rest of the day, she wondered again—as she had many times before—whether she would ever really be able to let go of the past. Whether she could ever really let go of the man she loved but could never be with again.