Dreamlander

by Samantha Liddell

  Sometimes I did forget that the way I acted with Scott in our dream was not really acceptable in reality. It just felt natural though so here I was standing in front of the fire warming myself up, wrapped in nothing but a towel with my hair hanging wet to my shoulders, thinking nothing of it. Scott took a second look when he saw me standing there looking very clean, very wet and very attractive.

  “Aye lass, you are quite the sight there. Cannae be teasing me like that.”

  He laughed. I looked down and noticed for the first time that I was still in my towel in front of him. “Oh Scott I’m sorry, sometimes I forget our new relationship status. I will go change and put on something more acceptable.”

  Scott was about to say something but pulled back instead and watched me head up the ladder in my green fluffy towel. I had not thought ahead before getting into the shower and taken something to change into. After making it half way up the ladder with great difficulty, trying to hold on for dear life but also keep the towel from falling off me and leaving me in my birthday suit in the middle of the ladder, Scott finally said. “Would you like some help Letticia? I can go up for you and fetch you what you need.”

  “No no, I’ve got this thanks Scott, no need.” In all fairness I didn't have this, I was finding it very difficult to climb the last few steps of the ladder, but the stubborn person I knew I was and had been told I was by multiple people made me refuse help and to instead continue on struggling. Scott sat back and watched the free entertainment, trying to hold back from bursting into laughter.

  I returned five minutes later wearing a nightie and short dressing gown wrapped around me. “Is this sight more acceptable?” I teased Scott, as I did a twirl.

  “Well for now it is, and by the way, I never said your last look was unacceptable, did I?” he said with a wink.

  And there it was, the first real-life Scott wink. He did it with such ease, yet still added a bit of flirty tension with it. Scott was starting to warm up to the person I knew in the dream.

  He handed me a glass of red wine and said, “Enjoy, dinner will be ready soon.”

  I took the glass a bit too eagerly, I was looking forward to it. What more could a woman want but to be in a cottage in the Scottish woods, with a fire roaring and an extremely beautiful Scottish man cooking her dinner and pouring her red wine? Well, I couldn't think of anything or anywhere else I would rather be at this very moment. Well, come to think of it, I would want Scott to be mine. I would want to cuddle up to him in front of the fire, drinking our red wine and enjoying the present moment. And then turn to one another, and let the passionate tension take over by firstly placing a kiss upon his oh-so-Scottish lips, then to proceed in making love to one another all night long.

  Unfortunately, I would have to just settle for the cottage, a Scottish man, a fire, dinner, and wine.

  “So, Scott, tell me more about Sandwood Bay in Sutherland. Where is it? I think this could be a very interesting adventure to go on, we might get some answers to our questions at last.”

  I said this in hope, as the whole Goddess and mythical angle didn’t sit well with me; however, it was all we had to go on at that moment.

  Scott poured me another glass of wine as we sat at the dining room table about to start eating our well-prepared Spaghetti Bolognese dinner.

  “Sandwood Bay is in Sutherland. It is a natural bay on the far north-west coast of mainland Scotland, about 194 miles from Edinburgh. It would only take a day to get there - not even that. We would be driving through Inverness, so being the Outlander fan you are and all, we will surely stop off there to stretch our legs and see the sights.”

  I liked the sound of this. Scott would have made a great tour guide and given Steve a run for his money, I thought to myself.

  “The campsite where the convention is being held is remote, with no road access, and we will have to leave the car in the Blairmore car park and walk the 6.4km path to get us there,” Scott explained.

  “Have you been there before, Scott? You seem to know a lot about it,” I asked.

  “Aye, when I was training to be a nurse, myself and a few other students went off on a very messy camping trip up there for a few days. The walk back to the car on the day we left is not something I care to do again in the state we were all in. Let’s just say there were a few sore heads that day. Aye, we were only young lads at the time, not a care in the world. I will say this though: you ‘Cannae’ beat a remote, one-mile-long beach. This beach would have to be one of the cleanest and most unspoiled beaches I have ever seen in the whole of Great Britain, and believe me I have seen my fair share,” Scott said.

  The location was sounding very appetising. Just what I needed, a few days in nature. And to top it off I’d be in the Highlands in Scotland. “This all sounds like a great adventure, Scott. The convention sounds just as appealing as the location does,” I said.

  “Aye, that it does lass,” Scott agreed. I had noticed Scott wasn't calling me Sassenach like he had in our dream. I was his lass; not sure I liked it as much as I liked Sassenach, but it was slowly growing on me.

  “The convention starts at 2pm the day after tomorrow, which is Thursday. I was thinking we would stay here tomorrow night and pack and get organised, then leave first thing Thursday morning.”

  I agreed with Scott, it was a good plan. My main priority before packing tomorrow, however, was to call my daughters. I was missing them terribly.

  With our plans all set Scott picked up his glass of wine, raised it, and made a toast, “To getting answers.” I raised my glass up and clinked his and repeated, “To getting answers.” Scott then winked at me, that ever-so-sexy wink that has the power to create Goosebumps over my entire body, and made me yearn for him even more.

  The night continued in front of the fire after we had finished our second bowl of Spaghetti Bolognese. We chatted about the last months while we were in Dreamlander together, and what we remembered.

  “Hey Scott, is there such a program with actors called Alistair and Tammy who play Scottish explorers uncovering Scotland’s history and secrets?” I asked.

  “Never heard of the show or the actors in real life, but I’m not much of a TV watcher. The fact I watched Outlander must mean it was good enough to hold my attention,” he laughed. I laughed a little confused laugh. “However yes, in my dream I do remember meeting Alistair and Tammy, along with Jamie and Claire. It’s all just too confusing when I think about it,” Scott admitted. “I think its best we wait to see what answers we get from the convention in a few days’ time.”

  I agreed, then stood up and thanked Scott for a lovely meal and wine at Kings Ridge and said that it was time to retire to bed. “Aye, I’m right behind you lassie, that jet lag is really starting to kick in. Either that or the red wine,” Scott said. I was still focusing on what Scott had just said, right behind me. If only he was right behind me heading to the same bed I was, I thought - a cheeky thought.

  As I was half way up my ladder I heard Scott yell out, “Aye to bed or to sleep do you go lass?”

  “Aye,” I teased back. “Well the fact that I’m climbing up this ladder on my own, isn’t it obvious? I’m indeed going to sleep, no thanks to you,” I said frustratedly under my breath, not meaning for Scott to hear.

  “Aye don't be like that lass.”

  I must admit the name Lass was starting to grow on me now. Still wasn’t as good as Sassenach, but nonetheless I was willing to take it.

  I climbed into my warm, soft bed. The bed Scott slept in when his house was not being rented out to tenants or being taken over by me. I hadn’t known Scott and Scott had never known me the last time he had slept in this bed. A very strange thought that was; I felt like I had known Scott my whole life, but in hindsight it had only been for the last six or so months.

  I heard Scott below me pulling out the fold-away couch and making his bed for the night. I watched him through the rails of the mezzanine floor. Was there anything this man couldn’t do? He could make a bed better tha
n I could by the looks of it. I don’t think Paul would have any clue where to start if he had to make a bed. Scott was a domestic warrior. I decided to add this to his list of qualities: he could cook a mean dish of spaghetti bolognese, light an impressive fire, and to top it off he could also make a well-made bed.

  And on that note, and a flick of the light, Scott yelled up to me, “Goodnight lass, sleep well, no dreaming of me tonight. I’m far too tired to chase you round in your dreams.”

  I yelled back, “Good night Scott, I can't promise you that though.” I laughed and rolled over onto my side and was asleep within seconds.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dreamlander

  It felt like I had been asleep for only a few hours when the tossing and turning started.

  I heard more tossing and turning happening down below. The good old jet lag has well and truly kicked in, I thought. After another hour of tossing and turning I decided to get up and make myself a cup of tea. I switched on the bedside lamp which shone enough to light up the ladder so I could navigate my way down safely. I crept past the fold-out couch, not wanting to wake Scott up.

  The kitchen wasn’t far from the living room where Scott was sleeping. The whole cottage was pretty much open plan, there was half a wall that divided the kitchen up from the rest of the cottage. As I walked into the kitchen to my surprise Scott wasn't in his bed at all, but in the kitchen in his boxers and nothing else. The heat of the fire was doing its job, or the heat of Scott was, either way I was coming out in a sweat. His torso was on full show along with his superb abs and his well-toned back, which screamed for my hands to touch it.

  I myself was in my lacy black nightie. I hadn't bothered putting my dressing gown on, thinking it was just me who was up. My nightie was rather see through, so when I saw Scott looking at my chest area I quickly folded my arms around myself to hide my big hard nipples that were pointing out through my nightie.

  “Oh, sorry Scott I thought you were asleep. I couldn’t sleep so thought I would come down and make myself a cup of tea,” I said.

  “My thoughts also, Gotta love jet lag haven’t you,” Scott replied. I giggled and went to find a cup for my tea. The cups were placed up in a cupboard above the sink. I had to get on my tiptoes to reach, which meant unfolding my arms and exposing everything to Scott. I could feel his eyes scanning every inch of my body; I was struggling to reach a cup thanks to my height. I moaned and groaned while trying to stretch my body a few more inches to add some height to myself, but I didn’t seem to grow a single inch.

  Then all of a sudden, I felt the warmth of Scott's body hard up against mine. His arm was stretched out next to mine but just that little bit longer sot he was able to grab hold of the cup I was trying to pick up. We pulled our arms down at the same time and then he passed me the cup. My eyes didn’t know where to look, they kept looking away then going straight back to Scott.

  “Thank you,” I said. I turned away and placed the cup on the bench and grabbed a tea bag, the jug was freshly boiled thanks to Scott, so I didn't have to hang around waiting for it to boil. I filled the cup up with hot water then added some milk. I dunked the tea bag up and down a few times until suddenly I felt Scott's hand upon mine. We dunked the tea bag a few more times together.

  He was up close behind me. In fact, I could feel something hard poking me in my back; I knew oh so well what it was. Scott moved my hair to one side and started to stroke my neck with his fingers until he stopped and replaced his fingers with his lips. He gave me the softest, sweetest kisses from behind. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to see his face. I turned around and our eyes locked on to one another, the force of attraction was too hard to break, we couldn't look away.

  “Oh, my Sassenach, I want you, I want you so badly I can't hold back anymore.”

  His hands glided up underneath my nightie and grabbed my round, hard ass; he lifted me up just so my head was above his own head. My breasts were conveniently at his face level. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the pull-out couch, the fire still roaring and blasting out heat. The light of the fire added an extra seductive element to the mood. He lay me down on my back and started to pull down my panties to my ankles where he flicked them off with ease.

  “Aye, Letticia, will you be mine?” he asked.

  “Yes, yes of course, just keep going,” I ordered.

  He then moved onto my nightie and pulled it up over my head. I was now naked; you could say I was finally in my birthday suit. He kissed me on my lips for a second or two before moving down to my erect nipples, where he stayed for quite some time, teasing each one with his tongue, licking and sucking them as he cupped my breasts in his hands. I needed him inside me; I couldn't take it any longer.

  “I want you inside me Scott,” I begged. Scott put one finger up to my mouth as if to order me to be quiet while he worked on seducing me further.

  “Just a little bit longer Sassenach,” he said.

  As he moved his tongue down towards the area in between my upper legs, or should I say my honey pot, which was now dripping with sweet nectar, he continued to tease me softly there for a minute or two, knowing just the right spots to hit deep inside to make me beg him not to stop.

  My body started shaking with passion. Scott then did as I had asked and slowly guided himself inside me. My wet opening welcomed his hard cock and it moved in with ease like it belonged, like it had been here many times before instead of it being the first time entering such a sacred place. Scott started to thrust back and forth.

  “Cum with me Sassenach,” Scott ordered.

  “I can feel it, I’m almost there.” I replied.

  Scott started to groan to let me know so was he, but right on climax we both stopped just as I felt myself bolt upright. My breathing was loud and heavy. It was dark but not so dark thanks to the fire below. The glow from the fire let me see Scott down below, still in his pull-out bed, also sitting up straight with sweat dripping from his forehead. And he too was breathing hard and fast, his hand upon his heart.

  He looked up at me just as I looked down at him. He quickly covered his groin area with his pillow so I couldn't see his rather erect package poking up beneath the covers. “Did you…” he said. I cut him off before he had the chance to finish, “Yes I did,” I replied. There was a feeling of tension, awkwardness, and silence for a few minutes until we both started to laugh.

  “Wow, that was something,” Scott said.

  “Wow, it sure was, fancy replaying it in real life?” I joked.

  “Don’t push your luck lass,” he replied.

  And with that, we both lay back down in the hope of getting some sleep, though knew it was going to be very unlikely. I should have known it was a dream by the way he was calling me Sassenach, I thought to myself as I lay alone in my bed. Scott never called me Sassenach unless we were in Dreamlander.

  Chapter Twelve

  Back to reality

  I awoke the next morning feeling a bit awkward and worried about the possibility of strangeness between Scott and I. I stayed up in my loft for as long as possible until I couldn’t take it any longer, plus I really needed to use the bathroom. So down the ladder I climbed, with my dressing gown wrapped nice and tight around me this time.

  As I landed safely on the ground floor I bumped into Scott. It was bound to happen, there were not many hiding places in a cottage the size of this.

  “Oh, good morning there,” I broke the icy silence first.

  “Aye, a very good morning at that,” Scott said with that sexy side smile he does.

  “Fancy a cup of tea? I will get the cups though,” Scott teased.

  Ok, maybe there was no ice to break in the first place. He seemed to find the whole dream experience last night rather funny.

  “Yes, I would love a cup of tea. I’m happy to get my own cup though,” I said.

  “I'm sure you are lass. But they are rather high up, you may not be able to reach them,” Scott said.

  “Well, I
’m sure you will help me if I can't,” I said hopefully.

  Scott laughed. “Leave it up to me, you go and call your daughters with this sim I picked up for you yesterday in town. I had actually forgotten all about buying it until this morning.”

  “Oh, Scott, thank you, I miss Polly and Leah terribly. I can’t wait to talk to them.”

  And with that Scott went off to make some very uneventful cups of tea, and I went out onto the front veranda and called the two most important girls in my life.

  The phone rang a few times before I heard a “hello.” I recognised the voice, it belonged to Sophie.

  “Hey Sophie, it’s me, Letticia.”

  “Oh, how’s it going?” Sophie replied.

  “Very good thanks, lots of strange experiences but nonetheless, we should be getting some answers tomorrow at a convention we are booked in at. Anyway enough about me, how are the girls?” I asked.

  “They are great, they are right here. I will put them on speaker for you,” Sophie said.

  “Mummy, mummy, ” I heard being yelled down the phone from all the way from Australia.

  “Hi girls, how are you? I miss you so much, but Scott and I are doing lots of work over here in Scotland and we will be seeing you very soon. Hope you are having lots of fun,” I said.

  We continued talking for another five minutes or so then said our “I love you’s and our goodbyes.” I re-entered Kings Ridge to be greeted with a lovely hot tea in my hand.

  “One cup of tea for a very intriguing lass,” Scott said.

  The tea warmed my hands up nicely after being out on the cold veranda.

  “I will take that as a compliment, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” I joked.