Things were kind of fuzzy for me, but I was starting to come around. I was on my back and under covers; it seemed like my head was on a pillow. It was kind of dark in the room I was in. I was pretty sure it was a dream.

I moaned softly, "Kent?" I tried to open my eyes, but they were still really heavy.

I felt someone take my hand. "Elly. I'm here.”

"Kent..." I moaned softly as I took his hand and put it over my breast. It was my dream after all.

"Elly, you're still out of it.” His voice was soft.

"Like you were. We'll be even and I won't remember, just like you." I weakly squeezed his hand under mine.

"Elly." He sighed, and I felt the bed dip behind me as he almost spooned me.

I groaned softly and pulled his hand down away from my body, my eyes still closed, my speech slightly slurred. "I know...you don't love me that way. You never will."

He whispered my name, "Elly."

"Kent, I’ll be a good friend from now on. I promise."

"I love you, Elly. More than you'll ever know. More than you'll remember." He sighed as his hand came up to stroke my hair slowly.

I moaned softly. I felt him slide closer and felt his arm move around my waist as he held me.

I turned over and snuggled against his neck and then kissed him there. My hand moved up to his cheek, and I stroked it lightly. "Can't you just sleep with me one more time for pity's sake? Roofie sex is supposed to be good, right?"

I felt the muscles of his jaw tighten and loosen under my hand. "Elly, I .. " His voice faded away.

My hands went up into his hair, running through it slowly, much the opposite of when he did it to himself. "One pity lay? I'm pretty much begging."

“I…” I felt his hand slid under me and his strong arm pulled me closer to him until our chests were pressed together. "All I want to do is feel myself deep inside you. I want to taste your lips and feel your skin against mine,” he whispered.

I moaned and gripped the hair at the back of his head tightly. His dirty words making me wet. "Then do it. It will be our little roofie secret..." I was close enough now to breathe the same air as him and I inched forward until our lips touched.

When our lips met, the kiss from Kent was hungry, surprising my dreaming self. But a few seconds later the kiss was broken, and I heard him take in a ragged breath. "Elly, this is.. rape. You're not in control of your body."

I whimpered and rolled away from him, "Even my sex dreams suck these days."

"You were of your own mind that night."