One shots

Dreams

Gabriel was woken in the middle of the night by his assistant tossing herself from one side to the other, then on her back, then started over. Concerned that she might be hurting, he turned on the lamp on his nightstand, only to find out that she was fast asleep and obviously vividly dreaming.

Sighing he watched her for a moment before he turned to his left, his back now towards her, and reached for the switch to turn the soft light off again, when he heard a sound that made him immediately hold his breath.

Nathalie, his long time assistant and close friend, the one person he trusted more than anyone else since his wife had passed away, and was now in a specially created coffin in the basement, that kept her body in the state it was in, when she died, let out a soft, yet hot and mesmerising moan.

He had never before heard her make a sound of that kind, not only because it had only been a couple of weeks, since he had begun to stay with her in the nights, but as well because of the health issues, she was too slowly recovering from.

Health issues, he was responsible for, since he didn't stop her from using the broken peacock miraculous, which had injured her immensely. But hearing her moan in her sleep, a sexual moan, not one out of pain, let him feel relief for the first time since she had collapsed into his arms on the rooftop, where they had held the little, old guardian of the miraculous captive. 

Gabriel felt torn, wanting to stay at her side, if her actual state would deteriorate and she would get into a life threatening situation, but he also wanted to give her the privacy this kind of dream usually should be kept in. He certainly didn't want to stay because he felt attracted or even aroused by his 'assistant' making this sound. 

Maybe it was because he had been alone for so long already and because he and Nathalie had become so close over those last three years. He missed Émilie and she was still the only woman he loved, right?

Gabriel Agreste sat up and leaned his back against the headboard of the bed, his mind captured by a sudden realisation.

"Was it possible, that he had moved on from his wife, had accepted her death, because he had started to have feelings for Nathalie?"

He shook his head. That wasn't possible.

The young woman at his side turned again and was now lying on her back, moaning once more. A name this time.

"Gabriel!"

He had of course known, how she felt for him. But hearing her say 'his' name. In her sleep. And like that. He shivered as he turned his head further around to look at her again. 

Instantly blushing, he quickly closed his eyes. Not only had she kicked the duvet off of herself, but her pyjama shirt had slipped upwards and revealed parts of her full, round breasts. On top of that, she had begun to squeeze her legs together while she was rubbing her hand over her ladyparts, luckily on top of her pants. 

The friction she caused with that seemed to rouse her even more and she started to whimper in a high but pleasant tone.

"Fuck!" Gabriel groaned and tried to cover his ears with his cushion. 

"Please, touch me!" Nathalie suddenly mewled, while she squirmed on her back and opened her legs to, as it seemed, make room for the man, she was dreaming about. So obviously for him.

Wavering between the desire to do what she asked, being a gentleman and just leave the room or waking her up and making her feel embarrassed, he eventually made a decision.

Placing a hand gently on her shoulder, his eyes still shut, he called out her name.

"Nathalie!"

Her response came quickly.