It hadn't rained in three days. After so many nights of standing in the water under a dark sky, of letting the rain wash her like a lover might, Indy longed for a storm. And for a reason to see Evan again.
She could almost see his house from her window. At least, she told herself that blur at the tree line was his property.
Tonight, like every night since she'd met Evan, Indy slipped into bed with the window wide open. She pleasure herself, wishing the fingers on her clit were Evan's. Pretending the dildo she slid inside herself was his cock.
She fell asleep sated, her breathing still heavy as sleep claimed her.
And she dreamed.
In the dream, Evan came to her window, and whispered her name. In the dream, Indy woke up and went to him. He pressed his lips to hers and held out his hand, leading her through the window and out to the field. They walked under the stars and his hand skimmed her bare back.
"I need to show you something," he said. And in the dream, Evan sprouted wings and took flight. He circled the field and landed beside her. He stretched one wing out and caressed her back. Her nipples peaked in response.
Indy woke up wet, with an aching between her legs. Tonight, she would go to him, she decided. She would spread her legs and show him what she liked, and she would demand he do the same.
That night, it rained, and Indy walked, naked, through the field.
Evan met her halfway.
"I'd hoped I'd see you tonight," Indy said, as Evan's gaze swept up and down her body.
"I'm surprised I didn't see you sooner."
"It didn't rain."
Evan chuckled. "It doesn't need to rain for us to meet." He took a step closer and brushed a hand down Indy's arm. His touch was soft, feather-light, and it reminded her of the dream.
"Last night," she began, but Evan interrupted her.
