I wake with a jerk and immediately regret the sudden movement letting my head drop back down. I try to cling to the dream that is rapidly fading because of the blinding headache that is making the quiet TV sound like a blaring rocket.

"Turn that fucker down," I holler at Chuck whom I assume is laying on the other bed but can't lift my head to make sure of.

I can hear Chuck talking to someone. He's telling them what piss poor company I am when I have a hangover. Thankfully though he turns off the TV and the room falls quiet except for his quiet voice.

"Maybe you should run while you can," Chuck suggests to this mystery person.

Her laughter is magical… soothing my headache. I attempt to roll over and then realize for the first time that my head is resting on as woman's chest and she is stroking my temples. My Angel used to do that for me when I'd have a headache.

And then as that thought races from my mind I freeze. The dream I was having before I woke comes back to me and in my blurry hungover state my poor abused brain tries to decipher if this is more dreamland or reality. I really have no choice but to hope and pray that the woman in the hall… the woman whose chest my head is resting on it my Angel's… my love's.

I'm glad I'm laying down on my stomach so she doesn't see my sudden rock hard erection.

"Oh God it's her," I think to myself.

I painfully try to raise to open my eyes and see her but the light flooding the room through the windows manes it impossible. The pain is just too great. I must have said something out loud because I hear Chuck laughing at me again.

"Pansy," he taunts with that odd little accent of his, "you can open your eyes not you big baby.

"The curtains are closed."

I push myself up so that I an sitting perched on the edge of the bed. Opening my eyes I see Chuck looking at me from the other bed. His face is beaten and bruised. One of his eyes is swelled shut and he has a fat lip. As the fight comes back to me one more time I swear, "fuck!"

"Yeah you're tellin me," he laughs as he glares at me. "Next time I'll just let your drunk ass fall."

I open my mouth to respond but my brain chooses that second to remind me of her presence. I can feel her soothing touch on my arm as she tries to calm and comfort my ragged nerves. I'm afraid to look now. I need it to be her so bad. I am afraid that what will happen if I don't look though. The cold disparity of that thought serves as effective tool to chill my hormones.

"Sean?" I hear her question.

"Swear that it's you," I beg dumbly.

I can feel her moving. Then there she is… standing in front of me. That sweet smile on her face and the look of love in her eyes that I remember so well.

"Oh God it can't be possible," I thought to myself and must have said out loud because she's looking at me strangely again.

"It's me sweetling, I swear," she promises. Chuck shakes his head at me as my eyes tear up. I can't believe it.

"She loves me still," I think again. Then she's in my arms and she feels so good.

"I missed you baby," I whisper. "Give me another chance. Please I was a fool… you won't regret it I swear."

She opens her mouth to speak…

But all I hear is Chuck's voice.

"Wake up pansy," I hear Chuck laugh as he bops me in the back of the head. "It's time to get up ya big bully."

I groan as the tears fall and I don't even care if Chuck sees it this time.

"Hey Sean," I hear Chuck say.

Looking up I see his face is beaten… just like in my dream.

"Some chick was here last night… I don't know where she is now…" he started to say but stopped when the hotel door opened.

Her startled screech barely registered as I lunged at her. Fortunately Chuck had the hot coffee out of her hands and his breakfast safe before I reached her.

Roughly I pulled her into a kiss determined that if it was a dream I was getting the most out of it this time. She doesn't put up so much as a whispered protest and in my foggy mind I am sure that means that it really is just another dream in an endless line of torturous erotic fantasies turned nightmares. I pick her up and throw her down on the bed not even noticing Chuck who is standing watching me with his mouth hanging open as his coffee goes cold.

Savagely I tear all her clothes off until there is nothing but her soft skin in view. At the touch of the skin I slow down slightly. My mind tries to point out that I can actually FEEL her touch this time instead of sensing it, but I push it away sure it is another trick.

Lowering my head I put my lips over her shocked mouth and slipping my tongue inside to taste her sweetness. My erection grows painfully until it is poking her in the stomach. Still she doesn't fight me and when she slips her arms around my neck I shudder. She lets her hands fall with barely a whisper of a touch down my back and I arch into her. My Angel used to do that knowing it drove me mad.

The kiss doesn't last long as my passion is too hot to stay in one place. Instead I let my mouth roam over her touching eyes… neck… breasts… tummy until I can feel her whimpering under me begging for more. Crying that she needs me inside her.

Raising up I place my hot hard cock at her entrance and lifting my head I look into her love filled eyes as I slowly slip into her. Suddenly I feel no need to hurry and I let our bodies rock gently and slowly… achingly prolonging the experience needing to drag it out as long as possible.

When we come it is together her back arched crying my name she quivers around me for what seems like hours. I open my mouth to shout her name but nothing will come out my orgasm is so intense. I can't remember the last time I came that long or that hard. I barely register Chuck's shouts as he comes shooting all over his own hand and stomach.

I fall to let my weight rest on my arms and look over to see Chuck grinning at me.

"I needed some cream for my coffee," he says grinning.

I laugh then as if that was the funniest thing I've ever heard laughing until my sides hurt and I'm gasping for breath. When I finally calm Chuck is shaking his head at me and my Angel is rolling her eyes smiling at me with a big grin on her face.

"You're real," I whisper sobering suddenly.

She sobers too and smiling at me with that look of love I've dreamed about since the day I lost her and says, "I love you Sean O'Haire."

Shuddering as I realize I really am getting that second chance I whisper back, "I love you too Angelique."

"You really are my dream that lives."

The End!