Gabby’s face disappeared and he heard a pop. She had managed to loosen his sleeve. She startled wrestling with his other cuff, just as he was thinking that he really had to touch her luscious breasts. Slowly he dragged his free arm up and placed it at the curve of one breast.

This is one of those slower-than-molasses dreams, he thought. One could only hope that he would stay asleep long enough to experience whatever Dream Gabby was planning. He let his hand slide down her smooth side, enchanted by the way rosy light peeked through his fingers.

She had managed to get his other sleeve undone. Quill let her wrestle him out of the shirt.

“Oh, dream maiden,” he called.

“What?” Her face swung back into his range of view.

“This being a dream,” he confessed, “I don’t seem to be able to move very well.”

She looked taken aback. “Why don’t I unbutton your trousers, and we’ll see how you feel then?” she suggested.

“Excellent suggestion,” Quill murmured. At least part of him seemed to be functioning properly. Thank goodness. This was his dream, after all, and it would be a nightmare if his whole body had turned as lazy as his arms.

A few minutes later he was completely naked. And Dream Gabby was naked as well. “This is most enjoyable,” he muttered.

She wasn’t as relaxed as he was, he could tell that. She stared into his eyes and then said, “Quill, I’m going to kiss you now.”

“All right,” he agreed.

And she did. He enjoyed it too. He even managed to get a hand up on her shoulder and stroke down over the curve of her back and her exquisite bottom.

“Since this is my dream,” he said languidly, “I wish I had a bit more ginger in me. A bit more momentum.”

“I can’t do anything about that,” Dream Gabby said, her eyes anxious again. “Do you think that if you were on top of me, you might feel more energetic?”

Quill thought about that. “I like the way you think,” he said generously. “If I wasn’t so much in love with the real Gabby, I might take you up seriously.”

At that she giggled. “I’m very glad to hear you’re in love.” Her eyes were a warm golden color, just the color of the real Gabby’s. And she kissed him…. She was an excellent kisser. It was enough to make a man feel a twinge of guilt about his real wife.

“I wasn’t in love with her at first,” he said.

Her eyes grew round and startled. “You weren’t?”

“Oh, no.” Quill shook his head, but for some reason the motion made him feel a bit dizzy. “Would you mind rubbing your breasts against me again?”

She was frowning at him. “Tell me more about not being in love,” she ordered.