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Ashton's Dream	By : Rosewatergoddess Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > AFI Views: 1187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of AFI. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ashton's Dream
- 2-Your Wish......
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Ashton’s Dream

I have written my own account of Ashton's dream. My version is a little of her dream and my interpretation of her dream. The dream is told from Ashton's point of view.This is NOT fanfiction. Ashton really did have this dream (well, I put my own spin on it). Enjoy.....

We are in a dark club in Atlanta. The hot south is earning its name tonight. There is only one word for this type of heat....sultry.The club is so hot I can see waves of heat rise up from the bar at the end of the room. The small dance floor is packed. Everywhere I look I see writhing bodies. It's like looking across a huge Greek orgy. The lights are so low I can't make out male from female. Every time the beat hits through the speakers colored lights swirl through the floor then quickly hide until the next time the beat hits. The couples are all moving together, momentarily blinded by the lights and then adjusting again. Separate but together they all move as one. The beat controls all. The bass drops so heavy that it shakes the glass in the windows behind the bar. The windows show only the Atlanta skyline and velvet darkness. Even the stars seem to be lost among all the glittering building and sparkling lights. Or maybe the stars melted onto the shiny metal and now they are one. That's how hot it is. I look across the crowded dance floor and think "Damn, we are some sexy Bitches". The first Kim is in dark jeans and a sexy black top. It is cut low enough to show off the shapely swell off her breast and highlights the beautiful white of her skin. Her dark brown hair is in a cute bob and slipping from behind her ear as she bends over to whisper something in Tiffany's ear. The shiny black top seems to reflect the lights glittering from above and cast them back over to Tiffany. Tiffany is laughing hysterically at what is being said. Her own black top and dark pants are stylishly cut and fit perfectly . Her long curly hair is loose and blowing in the slight breeze created by all the dancing couples. Her face is gentle and sparkling with good humor. Her shirt is an extremely sexy boy cut black top. The silver buttons creating rainbows over the dancers that are near. The temperature in the room is stifling. I can see that the drinks in their hands are sparkling and reflecting the dance floor lights, the droplets of water from the outside of their cups trickle down their hands to splatter on the floor. It looks like tears from a discarded lover pouring on to the floor. They move the cups as they try to talk over the noise. Its like rain. The liquid drying as soon as it hits the floor. No more lovers to mourn. I finally catch a little of their conversation over the music. Tiffany is smiling and pointing slightly to my left. I know who they are talking about now and I know she cannot hear and wouldn't care even if she could. I turn my head slowly to catch a glimpse of the other Kim to my left. She is grinding to the beat of the music. Her body is swaying in time with the heavy drop of the beat through the speakers. Red hair is flowing down over the curves of her body, catching the lights as the randomly sweep across the floor .That the ends are damp with moisture is the only clue that the room is too hot for this type of dancing. Suddenly the beat speeds up and she threws her head back and shakes out the silken heaviness of her hair. Only then can I see her face. Her eyes are half closed and heavy lidded; the look of ecstasy is clearly etched across her face. The black dress that clings like a silken sheath rises a little farther up her hips with each dip she takes to match the beat. Her fist are clinched in the clingy black material as she rides wave after wave of music. It's like watching a slow motion orgasm. Lips slightly parted, chest heaving, eyes closed her pleasure clearly visible. There is no world outside of herself , the music, and the pleasure of it all. The creator of this pleasure is just a few feet away. He is seemingly oblivious to the passion he is inspiring in the room and my friend. Black hair is slicked back and off a sculptured face. The lights from the dance floor keep flowing over the silver metal of his lip ring. His hands are gripping the black metal of the mike stand. The startling whiteness of his skin is only highlighted by the black nail polish and silver in the rings on his hand. He is dressed all in black. They both are. To his right is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. The black suit he wears could be a duplicate of the singers. The only thing that sets them apart are their faces. They both have lithe but muscular bodies. The suits they wear do nothing to hide the broad shoulders, the slim hips, and long legs. Instead the silky material seems to provide the perfect backdrop for all that masculine beauty. The shirt and pants cling in all the right places leaving enough to the imagination to tempt and thrill. I keep looking from one face to another desperately trying to decide which one I want more. The music stops and the guys moves a little closer to the edge of the stage. The glittering sea of dancers stop as one and turn to see what has caused the music to stop. It's like stopping sex half way through. There is a look of unfulfilled urgency on the faces all around me. I catch Kim's eye as she smiles and shimmers up to my side at the very edge of the stage. I wrap my arm around her waist and smile back. Tiffany and the other Kim are close behind. The come around to my other side and Tiffany wraps her hand around my waist. There we are. The four friends linking arms at the edge of the stage. We are waiting to hear what the Gods of the dance floor care to share with us this night. I look over at Kim. Her eyes still hold the shades of passion that I could see while she was dancing .Now all that passion is directed at one man. I can feel her hand tighten on my waist as she looks up at him. She wants him. I can feel her need in the tightness of her grip.He smiles down at us and then looks at the other musician on stage. The other man is finally close enough for me to really get my first good look at him. His beauty seems to shine through all that black. Where the singer has dark hair this one is blond and brown. It is not a natural blond, but a golden blond straight from a bottle. His eyes are the same golden brown, like honey in the sunlight. I think I am drowning in their sweetness. The brown of his hair falls into his face, forcing him to switch the mike he holds between his hands to sweep it out of his face. He flips his hair back and looks straight into my eyes. For that moment the world stops. There is no music, no noise, only the beating of my heart. My heartbeat seems to echo the last song that was played. Life comes back in a rush as I take the breath I did not realize I was holding. Davey smiles and lifts up the mike to say something. Never noticing Jade's eyes still holding mine. We take another breath simultaneous. As Davey turns around to speak to Jade he to catches my eye. Taking in my short black mini skirt and corset top he smiles even wider as if he approves of what I am wearing. His eyes move to the top of the black corset. He is grinning as looks down at the black veil with bachelorette stitched in red. "It looks like someone is getting married" he announces to the crowd. I blush as everybody cheers and hoots. "How about a last kiss,Sexy". He still has not taken his eyes off of my face. I feel the pressure loosen as Kim and Tiffany take their hands from my waist and push me slightly towards the stage. He reaches one manicured hand toward me and I grasp it. I feel myself being pulled toward the stage. I don't have any time to think. I lean over the mike in Davey's hand and whisper "Only if I can have a kiss from both of you" His face registers surprise as the crowds cheering grow louder. Jade brings his own mike to his lips "Let the lady have what she wants".The noise around us is deafening. I look over at my friends. They are the loudest in the crowd. Kim and Tiffany are dying of laughter. I look to the other Kim to gauge her reaction. She is smiling and laughing with the rest. Only her eyes seem to say "Leave him alone. If you have to kiss him, make it quick. He is mine" I already know all this, but I think I will let it all play out a little longer.I want to see how far I can push Kim. I want to really know how deep does her desire for this man go. Davey hands his mike over to Jade. He lightly touches my face. I smell sweat, but underneath there is the warm,sweet, smell of vanilla. The scent tickles my nose as the warmth of his lips slide over mine. I barley feel the cool metal of the lip ring heat to my body by the time the kiss is over. The ring itself intruges me and I wanted to find out more. It's a slow kiss, over before I even realized it had begun. A feeling of calm follows me as he hands me over to Jade. Davey seems to be silently taunting him. "Do better than that" his eyes seem to say.Jade smiles. He is not the least bit intimidated by Davey's kiss. We lock eyes. I am still drowning in the intensity of his gaze. Before I can even draw breath into my starving lungs he begins.He lightly runs his hands up the silken cloth of the corset as if he is going to memorize the outline of my body. I can feel the heat of his fingertips as they glide ever higher up.His hands carass the material until they are resting on the back of my neck. In one sweeping move he has closed the distance between our bodies. He wraps one of my legs around his waist. He draws small circles into my naked thigh with his thumb as we kiss. One hand gripped around my neck the other holding my leg against him, pressing me ever closer into the heat of his body. I can feel it now, so much heat. So much fire.My black skirt has been pushed up almost to my waist allowing him free access for however far he wants to take this. I want him to take it all.I want him to take all of me. Here is the kiss Davey's could never compare too. Where there was once was calm now there is Fire. Where once there was gentleness now there is an urgent need to possess. There is no room to breath. I don't want to breathe if it means breaking this kiss. All I can feel is our need. His need pressing into me. His warm lips and probing tongue. The warmth of his hand on my thigh. The need is so overwhelming.The heat in the club is nothing to blaze we have created between us.We cannot stand. Our bodies melt into a puddle on the stage. There is no crowd. No friends.No Davey. Only us and our need. I am drowning in him. In the cinnamon taste and smell. Finally we must breathe. We never break eye contact. I look over at him through the haze of passion. I can still taste his breath of my lips. I breath out and breath him back in.He has scorched a trail of flames across my body. I am burnt to the core. We help each other back up, adjusting clothes and smiling shyly at each other. I look at my friends.Tiffany and Kim are staring open mouthed at me. The look of disbelief evident on their faces. Only the other Kim's expression has not changed. She looks over at me calmly, flicking imaginary lint off her dress. I look over at Davey. He seems almost saddened by the lack of passion his kiss inspired in me compared to Jades. I realize that what he needs is something I can never give him. I know someone who can draw out his fire.She can hold his glow in her hand and kindle it so that it burns brighter than any star. I hold out my hand out for Kim but Davey is quicker. He stares into her eyes as he helps Kim on stage. As he takes her into his arms she looks at me and smiles. "Let's see if we can't make it harder to breathe ……..''

"Please, please please don't take it...
Take it, take it, take it easy on me. Just make it.
Make it, make it, make it harder to breathe."
So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop
Till I make you forget who you are
So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop
Till I make you forget who you are.

And Just FEEL.

Blaqk Audio - Between Breaths (An XX Perspective)
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