Wet Dreams 

His hands were everywhere, sliding over my skin with a confidence that made me gasp. Giovanni's mouth was hot against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear and I arched into him. "Arya," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so-" His body pressed against mine, all hard muscle and heat. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I couldn't stop myself from running my hands over the defined planes of his abdomen, feeling them flex under my touch. "Giovanni," I moaned, her head falling back as his lips traveled lower… "Arya." The voice was insistent now, cutting through the haze of the dream. "Arya, wake up. We’ve landed!” I jerked awake violently, my eyes flying open to find Giovanni standing beside my seat, looking down at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. Heat flooded my face immediately. Oh God. Had I been making sounds? Had I said his name out loud? "I…" I stammered, unable to meet his eyes. "I was just-I need-“ I unbuckled myself with f