Not-So-Secret Dreams

Okay, so this is my first piece of fanfiction. I'm not sure that I'm all that good at this so, bear with me. Please review it so I know how I'm doing. Also, I'm the only one that read this, so I'm sure that there are quite a bit of mistakes - sorry.

This takes place a few episode into season four.


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She wasn’t sure how or when it happened, and she certainly wished it weren’t true, but somewhere along the way Casey started lusting for Truman. She didn’t like him by any means; in fact she actively disliked him – what kind of misogynistic knuckle-dragger rates his female classmates – however she finally admitted to herself that she wanted him - parts of him anyway.

How could she not admit it, if only to herself, after the dreams she’d had starring the two of them together?

Worse, now Truman knew about it. If only Edwin hadn’t started his rampage of snooping, then Casey wouldn’t have mistakenly thought he- or more likely, Derek- had taken her dream journal. Once she thought that Derek had it, she stupidly confronted him about it in front of Truman, only to admit to Truman himself that she had dreamt of kissing him. These things always seem to happen to Casey.

The only silver lining in this situation is that the kissing is all that Truman knew about. Casey had the forethought to stop herself before talking about the more graphic dreams she’d been having.

God, those dreams left her panting and frustrated in the morning. Casey found herself daydreaming about them at school, wishing she could she replace Truman with anyone else. She’d tried willing herself to dream of Max or even Sam, but she had to face it, her dream self, even her daydreaming self, wanted Truman.

The problem was that the dreams felt so real. They always began in the hallway at school. Truman would approach with that smirk on his face and try to coax a date out of Casey. After some witty banter, Truman would lean in for a kiss, and Casey would do nothing to stop it.

At first the dreams would stop at a kiss, but eventually they morphed into something else, something much more sensuous. Thinking of last nights dream still made her ache.

Following the familiar beginning in an empty hallway, Truman pulled away slightly to stare at Casey in question, only to have Casey reach for him.

Although she initiates the second kiss, Truman takes control. He pushes her against the wall, sliding his leg between hers. Casey moans and grinds herself against him.

After that the dreams becomes a series of snapshots more than anything else; a soft bare female leg thrown around a muscled back, a masculine hand with blunt fingers sliding down a supple porcelain back, a full length view of Truman pumping into Casey against the wall, Casey’s hands clenching into his back, Truman’s hand clasped high on her thigh, Casey’s head thrown back in ecstasy as Truman nibbles on her neck.

Casey usually wakes after that particular scene. The dreams have been going on for some weeks now. For the last few nights Casey had to finish herself off before she could go back to sleep.

At first she was just annoyed that her subconscious could betray her like that, now she was starting to get pissed off that she couldn’t make herself not think about the dreams.

At school, she would be in class, and suddenly she would remember a dream where she and Truman had fucked on that teacher’s desk, or at lunch had she would remember the dream where Truman had eaten her out on top of the cafeteria table. The worst was when Truman actually did approach her in the hallway.

She would stammer and blush, while refusing his advances, she just wanted to push him against the lockers, rip his shirt off, and kiss from his mouth to…no she had to stop this.

She had to convince Truman to stop asking her out. Maybe if the real Truman stopped, the dream Truman would stop too. Okay so it’s a long shot, but Casey’s desperate.

“So had any more dreams about me lately?” There’s that stupid, delicious, irritating smirk.

“Actually, yes, and frankly I’m tired of it. The only reason I keep having dreams about you is because you keep hitting on me, so will you get out of my way and out of my head!” There that should do it.

As Casey begins walking away, Truman calls out, “So do you have a crush on me?”

Exasperated, Casey sighs, “Truman, I don’t like you. What can I do to prove it?”

“Kiss me.” Okay, so she wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Kiss you?!?”

“Yeah, if you don’t like me than kissing me will be no big deal” Okay so just a quick kiss and he’ll stop, then the dreams will stop and Casey could get back to her life. “Unless, of course you do –”

Casey gave him a kiss, not quite a peck but no tongue either; the perfect “I can kiss with no emotions whatsoever” kind of kiss.

Then she pulled back, “See no big deal. See ya.” Oh my god. That back fired, that kiss was amazing. That kiss alone will fuel dreams for the next week. This was not good.

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