TITLE: Broken Dreams

SERIES: The L Word

AUTHOR: Dreiser

EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com

YAHOO ID: dreiser7

MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.net/

CONTENT: S3 spoilers. F/F romance. Danish. Helacious.

SUMMARY: Having dreams are never enough for true happiness.

DISCLAIMER: The idea for this fic comes listening to Skye's Mind How You Go album. I shall link three of my favorite songs from it and also recommend listening to them while reading. All The Promises is the song I got the fic title from.

All The Promises by Skye:

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=223F7DEE75475E0A

Love Show by Skye:

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=BB6B93D7608DD064

Solitary by Skye:

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=FD61AE9330361A88

Broken Dreams

By: Dreiser

Dana would kiss Alice cautiously.

She always did at first. Slow and careful and almost nervously. As if Alice would suddenly pull away and declare that Dana had cooties and she wanted nothing more to do with her. Only that never happened and so she would change her kisses from slow and careful to long and deep. Losing her inhibitions in the taste of Alice's mouth and the stroke of her tongue.

Alice would moan into Dana's mouth sometimes when they kissed. Low from her throat, sounding primal in her need and whenever Dana heard it she knew this truly was desire. That what they had was real and wasn't some cliché of all lesbians turn from friends into lovers because it was easy and comfortable not because they really and truly wanted one another.

But when Alice moaned like that there was no way Dana couldn't know she was wanted. No way when Alice pressed eagerly into her, guiding her hand to the swell of her breast and flinging her head back to give easy access to her neck. Dana often grinned at this, teasing Alice with words and a gentle nip of her teeth. Then she would bow her head, sucking on the pale skin offered to her before her hand slid down the blonde's body, hitching a leg up to cup her ass.

Pulling Alice gently forward until she was sitting in her lap was something Dana loved to do. They never separated when she did this, instead they pulled closer together, Alice grinding down into Dana and chuckling when the brunette would gasp and then growl at this motion. In retaliation, Dana often bucked her hips up into Alice, making the blonde cry out in surprise and she would nearly tip herself over from lack of balance. But the athlete always made sure to catch her before she fell.

Strong arms would wrap around her in a tender embrace as a smile played on Dana's lips. She liked to press kisses into the crown of messy blonde hair, nuzzling into the soft strands and breathing in the scent that was distinctly Alice. Burying her fingers in the haphazard locks while her lips burned a path across pale skin before once again seeking access to the writer's mouth. Her tongue always slid smoothly in and sought confident entrance at this point.

All her insecurities always melted away during the length of their embrace and Dana would find herself lost in the moment, lost to Alice and her love, and right then nothing else mattered to her. Nothing mattered but the touch of Alice's skin and the sound of her voice and the rapture that was experiencing her love.

Their kisses would become frenzied now. Fierce and desperate and Alice would claw at Dana's clothing, often ripping it or throwing it carelessly aside. Dana would find herself drunk on Alice's kisses, her skin flushed from the heat of the writer's touch and she allowed this. Caring nothing about the destruction of her clothing if it meant she could be closer to Alice that much quicker. When her breasts were freed of their constraints, Alice always had a look of desire when she gazed at them. Sometimes it was accompanied by hunger or wonder or longing but desire was always the strongest thing reflected in her eyes.

Until love replaced it as Alice looked up at Dana and held her gaze as she moved forward to lick a slow path on the curve of one breast before moving to the other. From the underside to the top, making a perfect circle and dragging her teeth as she looked up into lust filled blue eyes. Alice would hold Dana's gaze and drop lower, taking a nipple into her mouth. Kissing it tenderly or sucking on it slowly or nipping on it gently. Any of these things she would do but she always looked deep into Dana's eyes as she did so.

Maybe it was the looking that would make Dana snap and sweep forward, pushing Alice onto the bed. Finding herself no longer content to have the blonde straddling her. She would be seized by a sudden desire for control and would free Alice of her clothing in the same manner she had received earlier. Leaving her naked in moments and trembling beneath Dana's stare when the athlete would slowly drag her fingertips over pale skin, teasing and torturing her with hints of what was to come.

Then she would whisper in her ear, voice low and husky with desire, making Alice nearly come from the sound alone. "I love you. I want you. Let me fuck you. You feel so good. Is this what you want? What do you need? You're so wet."

"Alice," Dana would sigh or growl or whisper or moan her name after saying any of these things and Alice would hear how much the athlete wanted her. And then she would feel it when Dana trailed her hand down to play at the edges of her pussy.

What she did next depended on her mood. Whether she continued to tease, thrust her fingers in deep, or slide in with a painfully slow stroke. More often than not Dana would go slow, choosing to tease Alice for several minutes, playing with her clit and sliding just the tips of her fingers inside. And she would do this while she kissed the writer long and deep, drinking her desire and feeding it with the soft and delicate pull of her lips.

Pushing the crescendo of their desire until Alice would inevitably have to pull away with a breathless gasp. "I want you. Just fuck me already. I love you. You're such a tease. Oh god."

"Dana," Alice would plead or demand or murmur or groan after saying one of these things and the brunette would know what she had to do next. She would have heard that need in Alice's voice and realize what had to be done to fulfill it.

If she thought that Alice wanted it to be slow and passionate, Dana would kiss her again, sucking on her tongue as her fingers played at Alice's pussy. Teasing her clit with circular rubs of her thumb while her fingers slid carefully inside, her thrusts steady and increasing in length and pace as she continued to kiss the blonde. Kissing her ardently, swallowing her moans and sighs of pleasure. She would stroke Alice in a devoted exploration until the writer came and then once she came, she would trail her body with kisses and begin this process all over again until Alice felt as if there was no part of her that hadn't experienced this loving touch. Leaving the other woman trembling and exhausted in her arms.

Sometimes Alice wanted to be fucked hard and fast. So that's what Dana would give her. Dana would pull the blonde roughly to her, hiking her legs up and over her shoulders as she pressed down into her. Her fingers buried deep inside Alice, watching with fascination as her head pressed against the side of the pillow, eyes closed tight against and breasts heaving from passion. Dana would make her open her eyes and look at her, saying she wanted Alice to see who was doing this to her, who was making her feel this way. On a rare occasion, Alice would gasp out a laugh. Saying how could she ever think it was anyone else.

When she wanted to torture Alice, she would pull her lips away from their kisses and smile at the blonde's groan of disappointment. Dana would slide down her body, kissing her breasts, trailing her fingertips over pale skin. Sucking and licking and nipping until she reached Alice's pussy. Nuzzling her thighs with her nose, pushing them aside and opening her up with a slow lick. There were so many ways to play with the blonde's clit. Kissing it from every angle, licking her name or the alphabet onto it, or sucking it in precise mathematical intervals. These were all things that Dana would do until Alice sobbed her name, pleading with the athlete to let her come. That was when Dana would give in, feeling sympathy, and thrust her tongue inside of Alice, making the blonde cry out in ecstasy and tangle her fingers into wavy brown hair.

Alice always gave back as good as she got.

She would return those kisses just as passionately, thrusting just as hard and deep, sucking just as long, and exploring just as attentively. All of these things and more were what Alice would do to Dana until the athlete collapsed in her arms and whispered her name again but this time in a prayer of loving devotion. Dana would always do this after she came but never once did she cry while wrapped up in Alice's warm embrace.

But Helena cried and whenever she heard her tears, Alice would remember who she was with. Then the spell would end and the dream would be broken and Dana was dead once again. Sometimes Alice would hate Helena for crying and ruining this perfect world she created in her mind in the dark of night. Mostly she hated herself and the world for no longer having Dana in it and the harsh light of reality for denying her only real dream true existence.

Dana alive and with her once again.

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