A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for the support here on wattpad!! This is a more heated chapter, so be mindful of that before reading hah
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Something wasn't right.
Your breath fogged up the glass of the window-door as you yawned. Last night had taken its toll on you. Weird dreams, that you could remember nothing of, had made your sleep restless. When you woke up, it was with a strange sense of urgency and a nasty headache. Your body was begging you to sleep again, but you couldn't do it, not without knowing if Chat was okay.
You looked outside, to the wet chairs on the balcony. You didn't have any classes today, so your morning and early afternoon had been spent checking the news for anything about the gangs. But they were now focused on the heavy rain and the imminent risk of flooding. Some explained how Ladybug was out helping people, but none of them answered what you really wanted to know. Where in the world was Chat?
The pager he had given you was on the shelf, and you had contemplated pressing the green button many times during the day. But you weren't in danger, and pressing it could make Chat worry without reason, or if he was hidden, it could denounce his position to an enemy. So, you waited.
You checked your phone again, the message you had sent to Marinette a few hours ago glaring at you.
You: Mari, do you have any news from Chat?
She hadn't answered yet.
You felt your throat closing up and looked away from the screen with a tsk. You took your laptop with you as you walked to your bedroom. You had to distract yourself with something.
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A big yawn left your lips, making you close your eyes in the process. You rubbed them and squinted at your laptop screen. It was getting hard to watch the noir movies your teacher told you to, especially with the lights turned off like they were. You weren't even paying attention to what was going on anymore since you kept stopping the movies and checking the news every five minutes.
Part of you hoped to see something about Chat, but the other was afraid of what you would find if that happened.
You checked the news page again and saw a different headline. 'GANG BOSS IS LEFT TIED IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION'. You clicked on the article to read more when you heard it.
A thud had come from your balcony.
It had been faint, due to the sound of the rain, but you had heard it. You got up from your bed and ran to your bedroom window, stumbling over a pair of shoes on your way. Your eyes searched outside until they fell on Chat, slumped against the wall. Your blood ran cold and your mouth went dry.
"Oh my god," you muttered to yourself.
You ran to the living room, feet sliding on the ground and almost making you fall.
Chat raised his head when you unlocked the door.
"Bonsoir, my love," he said with a crooked smile. "How are you tonight?"
You stood there under the rain, eyes widening as they darted over his body. His suit was torn in various places and the puddle of water under him was red with blood.
"Oh my god, what happened?" You grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him up, but froze when he hissed and moved his gloved hand over his stomach. "I need to get you inside. Can you walk?"
He nodded, pushing a few wet strands of hair away from his face. "Yeah."
You went to help him, but Chat stopped you before you could even touch him again. "Wait, chérie, you're gonna get blood on your clothes."
"I don't care." You declared and put his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon."
You took him to the living room and laid him on the ground on top of the rug.
"The rug is going to get dirty as well." Chat moved a little and groaned in pain.
You ignored his warning, your mind reeling. "What happened to you? Do you want me to take you to a hospital? Where's Ladybug? I'm gonna call her." You went to grab the pager Chat had given you.
"No!" He pleaded with labored breath, raising a hand to stop you. "She can't know about this. She'll kill me." You walked back to him and Chat sighed, putting his hand over his stomach again.
You grabbed a cushion from the sofa and put it under his head. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you looked at his bloodied form. He was soaked too, from staying under the rain for who knew how long.
"What happened?" You repeated the question again, getting more preoccupied by the second. His injuries seemed serious, and he was bleeding a lot. "Wait, I'll go grab a first aid kit." You got up, but then stopped and checked his legs; the suit seemed to be intact for the most part. No bleeding, just a few superficial cuts. "Take the upper part of the suit off, ok?"
"Wanting to undress me so soon, princess?" Chat wiggled his brows.
"Do it, Chat Noir." You stared at him with a serious gaze before shaking your head and going to the bathroom.
You opened the cabinet and grabbed the first aid kit with trembling hands. It slipped and fell to the ground with a thud. Curses left your mouth as you gripped it with force this time. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Alright, calm down. You can do this.
After washing your hands, you went back to the living room, seeing Chat had already undressed like you had asked.
You winced, feeling bile rise up to your throat when you saw the state of his chest; it was all covered in bruises and cuts. But the worst was his stomach. A deep cut stretched from the side to the middle, near his belly button. Blood covered most of his skin. You swallowed with force and sat down by Chat's side.
You grabbed the gauze from the first aid kit and breathed deeply. "I already told you I'm not qualified to do this." You had seen some videos on Youtube, but this was on another level.
"If you manage to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, that's enough, chérie. The magic will help me heal the rest." Chat gave you a weak smile. "Thank you for helping me."
You bit your lip and put the gauze over the biggest open cut, your hands still trembling. Chat winced and put his hand on top of yours.
"I'm going to be okay, ma belle. I heal super fast, remember?" You knew he was trying to calm you down, but it wasn't working. "Don't worry."
Your eyes threatened to fill with tears, your throat burning. "Of course I'm going to worry! You disappeared without saying anything, and then you— You can't just—" You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment to calm yourself. You could do this. Chat would be fine. You opened your eyes again, and said in a calmer voice, "Tell me what happened."
"You've heard about the gangs and the kidnappings, right?" You nodded and he continued. "Lady wanted to wait for the police, but I knew the boss would leave the country soon. So I went to their hideout by myself. The boss was preparing to leave and I couldn't let it happen so..." He clicked his tongue. "Things got a little hairy."
"A little," you muttered.
"I think I broke a rib or two," he said, making your eyes widen. He saw your reaction and added, "But I'll be fine!"
"You got the guy then?" You continued to apply pressure to the bigger wound. It was still soaking the cloth with red, but the amount of blood seemed to be reducing.
"Yeah, the police are going to take care of the rest," Chat said, seeming proud of what he had done. Apparently, he didn't care that his body ended up like this.
Silence fell between you, and you could see Chat was struggling to stay awake.
"Stay with me, cat boy," you said, pushing wet strands away from his face.
"Always," he mumbled, a small smile on his lips.
You took the gauze off his skin to take a look, and saw, with pleasant surprise, that the bleeding had stopped. Chat really healed fast.
Upon eyeing the rest of his skin, your heart sank. Now you had to clean all his wounds and patch them. You poured antiseptic on another gauze and began with cleaning the blood from the blonde's face. Some deep purple bruises were covering his jaw.
Your eyes met, and you couldn't take it anymore. Tears began to fall, and you weren't able to stop them.
You rested your forehead on his shoulder, hiding your face. "Why didn't you go to a hospital?" You sniffled. "Or at least to someone that could help you better?"
"I— Chérie, are you crying?" He squeezed your hand. "Please, don't cry. I'm sorry."
You raised your head and brushed aside the tears with your arm. You gave Chat's bruised face another look before resuming to clean his wounds with slow movements.
"Why did you come here, Chat? Why didn't you go to a hospital?" Your voice was barely above a whisper. You were tired, so tired. The worry was draining all your remaining energy.
Chat sighed. "When I managed to catch Claude and get him to the police, I could only think that I had to get home before I passed out." Your hand froze above his skin. "And... here was the first place that came to my mind."
You raised your head to look at him. He had turned his face away and was staring at the wall, cheeks and face red. You could feel your throat closing in again, and the tears wanted nothing more but to be freed from your eyes.
Home? You were home to him?
"I... I didn't want you to see me in this state." He sighed, still refusing to look at you. "I'm sorry for putting you through this. I—"
You touched his cheek and turned his face to you. "You're my home too." His green eyes widened and you caressed his cheek slowly, feeling the warmth from his skin. "You know I love you, right?"
"You... love me?" He pronounced the word 'love' as if it was something foreign to him, even though he called you that so many times in the past days.
You nodded. "I do, Chat. So much. And that's why it pains me to see you like this."
He whispered your name as he put a hand on the nape of your neck, and you let him pull you down until your noses were barely touching. You gazed at each other, time and space lost for a moment.
"I love you too," Chat's whispered words touched your ears before his lips touched yours.
You cupped his face with your hand and closed your eyes. It was a slow, but powerful kiss, and you tried to pour your feelings in every moment, every brush of your skin against his.
You heard sniffling and pulled back, searching Chat's face. His green eyes were blurry, wet with tears. He blinked and they rolled down the side of his face.
"Aw, kitty, don't cry." You brushed the tears from his skin. "I'm gonna cry too, and I can't clean your wounds with blurry eyes."
" Désolé ." He laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "It's just..." He sighed. "I've never felt like this before. It's overwhelming."
"Not even with Ladybug?" You grabbed the gaze and resumed cleaning the cuts spread across his chest. If you paid close attention, you could see them slowly closing. He still had a lot to heal, but he was getting better.
"Lady's love has always been destined to a greater cause. It has always been, except for one time." Chat seemed lost in his memories for a moment. He shook his head and a small side smile curled his lips. "It has always been me loving someone, not the other way around."
You bit the inside of your cheek, wishing that you had met earlier.
"You deserve all the love in the world, cat boy." You stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers, and Chat leaned in your touch.
You put the bloodied gauze away and grabbed a fresh one to put around his torso.
"Can you sit up?" You asked.
"Yeah, princess, I'm not that bad." He chuckled.
"But you sure look like it," you said as you helped him sit up, and then wrapped the gauze around his torso and abdomen. You had no idea if you were doing it the right way, but you hoped so.
Chat lay down again with a groan and looked up at you. "Would you love the one behind this mask too?"
Your forehead creased in confusion. What kind of question is that? His civilian self couldn't be so different from the hero one, could it?
"Of course, silly cat." You bopped his nose, and he grabbed your hand, nose scrunching up. "Mask or not, you're my muse, and the one I want by my side."
Chat chuckled and closed his eyes, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. "I didn't know you could be so romantic, princess."
"Just for you." You kissed his forehead and leveled your eyes with his. "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it."
Chat laughed, and then groaned, touching his stomach. You winced; making him laugh wasn't a good idea.
The miraculous ring began to beep, making you jump. You had forgotten about the ring altogether.
"Can I sleep a little in your room, ma belle?" Chat began to sit up. "It'll help me heal faster."
"Sure. I'll take you there." You supported his body as he got up from the ground, and began to take him to your room. "The ring's powers still affect you even when you're not using them?"
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, Pl— the ring entity and I, we have a magical bond of some sort."
You pulled the covers, took off his shoes, and helped him lay down on your bed. "You need cheese, right? Camembert?"
His eyes lit up. "You remembered."
"Of course." You motioned to the kitchen with your thumb. "I always have some in my refrigerator, for emergencies like this. I'll go get it."
A minute later, Chat was under the covers, and a plate with cheese and snacks was on the bedside table by his side.
"I feel pampered." Chat yawned, his eyelids already dropping. His ring was still beeping in alarm, reminding you not to stick around too long.
You chuckled. "I'll be in the hall, ok?" You ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. It was still a bit damp from the rain. "Call me if you need anything."
"Merci, mon amour," Chat muttered.
You glanced at his form in the dark before closing the door behind you.
With your phone in hand, you slumped on the sofa, letting out a long sigh. You looked at the rug, seeing the bloodstains all over it. Adelaide is going to kill me. A look down your shirt showed you that the rug wasn't the only thing covered in Chat's blood.
You closed your eyes to rest for a deserved minute when your phone beeped. You squinted at the screen.
Mari: I haven't heard of Chat in a while, I'm kinda worried
She was typing another message, but you typed one first.
You: he's here in my apartment
You: he's ok now
She stopped typing and started again.
Mari: what happened?
You: he went after a gang boss by himself and got pretty beaten up
Mari: gang boss????
You: yes, Claude, I think? I was so worried
You: thankfully he heals fast
It took a while for the next message to arrive.
Mari: Chat is so goddamn stubborn sometimes
Mari: thanks for taking care of him
Mari: I'm gonna have a talk with him when we meet up
Mari: try to rest, I bet you're tired after all this. À plus
You: I'll try, merci Mari
You: à plus
You decided to follow Mari's advice, but first, you had to clean the mess in your hall. You threw away the bloodied gauzes and put the first aid kit on the table, in case you needed it again. You hoped it wouldn't be necessary anymore. The rug would have to wait until tomorrow because you didn't have any energy left to scrub it right now.
After grabbing some dry clothes from the clothesline, you went to take a shower to get rid of the blood and the cold of the rain. The scalding water helped your muscles relax a little, but your mind was still occupied with thoughts of Chat. You hoped the miraculous magic would cure him fully.
Your eyes shot open when you heard a call from your room. Shit, had you fallen asleep? You leaned on your elbows and looked around, squinting at the light. The clock on the wall told you five hours had passed since Chat had gone to sleep in your bedroom.
"Chérie?"
You got up from the sofa, your senses now in alert mode. "Coming."
You opened the door and peeked inside. The dim light from the corridor illuminated Chat's form on the bed. His suit was back in place, and it seemed to be back to normal, no shredded pieces.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" You walked inside the room.
"Chérie..." Chat looked up at you, his green eyes shining in the dark. "I don't think I'm gonna make it."
"What are you talking about?" You frantically searched his body for anything wrong. Did the injuries get worse? You put a hand over his forehead to check for a fever, but his temperature was normal. "I'm taking you to a hospital right now."
You went to grab your pager. Ladybug could help you to carry Chat. You had seen her do it before.
"No, there's no time." Chat grabbed your arm, stopping you. "You... must say you love me again." What? You opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what to do or say. Chat continued, "And that I'm the most handsome guy you've ever seen."
The grin on his face told you he was making an absolute fool out of you.
You hit his arm. "You asshole!" Chat began to laugh. "How dare you?"
Chat tried to say something, but he was laughing too much. You tsked and climbed on the bed, straddling him. He was still laughing, making your body move on top of his. How dare he make you worry like that?
You leaned over him, putting your arms on each side of his head. The blonde turned his head to you, his laughter dying down to a chuckle until it stopped altogether. From this distance, you could see that the purple bruises weren't coloring his face anymore.
You motioned with your head to his chest. "Let me see."
Chat pulled the zipper down to his stomach without a word, his eyes trained on yours.
His skin was smooth, like the cuts and bruises were never there to begin with. You ran your fingers over his chest, barely touching the skin. How is this possible?
Chat shivered, and your eyes met his in the dark. His constant breathing made your body go up and down, making a sinful image install itself in your mind. You could feel your cheeks heat up along with the rest of your body.
"How do you feel?" You licked your lips and saw Chat's eyes follow the movement. You had to make sure he was alright before trying anything.
"Purrfect as always," he said.
You hummed. It was all you needed to hear.
You leaned down and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. "I want you, Chat," you whispered.
The blonde blinked a few times, and then his eyes began to widen. "You... You what?"
"I said I want you." You tilted his chin up. "Now."
He swallowed. "You do?" He didn't seem to believe your words.
"But," You leaned back, sitting on his hips. "I guess you need more time to heal."
"I don't!" He exclaimed. You gave him a smug smile, and he averted his eyes. "I'm fine, princess. I promise."
"Show me, then." You crossed your arms, smile still on your lips.
His eyes widened a fraction, but then he smirked. "Of course." He slipped his suit off his shoulders, letting it pool around his hips.
"Everything." Your heartbeat was drumming in your ears, the anticipation of what you were about to do making your head spin.
Chat bit his bottom lip and nodded. "As you wish, princess."
You got up enough for him to get rid of the rest of his suit, and sat down again, admiring the view of him. The light from the corridor touched his muscles, creating beautiful shadows across his skin. Your own shadow projected on top of him as he stared up at you, with only the mask, cat ears and the bell on. And the ring, of course. You had no idea how Chat was able to take off the gloves without taking the ring off as well, but oh well,magic.
"See?" The cat boy passed a hand across his bare chest. "All healed."
"I don't know... I need to check for myself. " You began to caress his chest where the cuts once were. Slowly, you moved to his nipples and played with them until Chat was squirming under you.
Leaning down, you licked a line up his neck and bit down hard, making a loud moan leave his lips. "This is for worrying me sick." You bit on the other side of his neck. "And this is for saying you weren't gonna make it."
"Ah, princess—" Chat put his hands on your hips, but you took them off you and pinned them above his head. You saw his Adam's apple bob up and down.
"How much do you want this?"
Chat let out a mix of a growl and a whine. "Chérie..."
You squeezed his wrists a little. "Tell me."
"So much. I want you so much that I can't even think." He arched his back a little, applying friction to your core and making you grind your hips down.
You let go of his hands and began to kiss his chest, nipping the skin. "Keep talking."
He swallowed as you went lower. "I had dreams, ah, about you, since we met."
You kissed the inside of his thighs. "What kind of dreams?"
"Where you did whatever you wanted with me." He breathed out.
You hummed, eyeing his arousal. You had done so little, yet he was already ready for you.
"Please," Chat said, breathless. He looked so alluring, obediently waiting for you.
You squeezed his thigh. "Say pretty please."
He bit his bottom lip, and you could hear a purr coming from his chest.
You put your other hand around your ear. "I can't hear you, kitty."
"Please, chérie, pretty please." He whined.
You smirked. "Good boy." He threw his head back when you began to stroke him. "How many minutes do we have?"
Chat furrowed his brows, struggling to focus. "I, ah, don't know. 30 minutes more or less. The ring gets," he swallowed. "Unstable when I'm aroused like this."
You pressed your tongue against your cheek. That meant you didn't have too much time for foreplay. "I have an idea."
You took your clothes off, feeling Chat's eyes explore your body as if he had never seen your bare skin before. You changed positions, leaning on your elbows, and Chat put his hands on your hips. He probably understood what you were about to do.
"I bet I can make you come first, love." He said. You felt his breath against your core and your skin was filled with goosebumps.
You licked the tip of his length and he let out a groan. "You're on."
You took him into your mouth and he began to lick you. It was difficult to concentrate when Chat was so good with his tongue.
You were making him buckle his hips up when, without warning, he slid two fingers inside you, and you arched your back as a low moan left your mouth. You could hear Chat groaning thanks to the vibration from your throat.
The blonde increased the pace and you lowered your head for a moment, the stimuli being too strong. "Shit."
Taking advantage of your weak moment, Chat put another finger inside, and you felt your muscles begin to contract.
"Wait—" You began to say when Chat curled his fingers upwards and sucked. A jolt of electricity went through your whole body and you closed your eyes tightly as waves of your orgasm hit you. Chat kept licking you until your elbows gave out, forcing you to lay down on the bed.
He squeezed your hips. "I won." You could hear the smug grin that was probably plastered on his face.
You turned around, looking up at him and almost losing yourself in the raw desire present in his dilated pupils.
"I want a rematch." You breathed out, chest heaving.
Chat laughed and dipped his head to kiss you, his tongue languid in its exploration of your mouth. You felt like you could melt into him completely.
"I wish I could take my time with you." He moved to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin while his hands explored your body.
"You could if you wanted to..." You trailed off. He could let the magic wear off when the time came, but you knew he wouldn't do it.
Chat hummed. "Tempting."
You huffed and sat up, forcing him to do the same. "Alright then, lay down." His eyes widened, and you put a hand on his chest. "I said, lay down, kitty."
"Wait, I should get a condom—"
You pushed him down on the bed. "I take the pill."
You climbed on top of him, balancing yourself on your knees. The feeling of his skin brushing against yours was already making you wet again. You positioned Chat at your entrance, and waited, looking down at him with hooded eyes.
You heard your name slip past his lips before he said, "Please."
Satisfied, you slowly sat down, letting him sink into you. Chat's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and your chest heaved as you watched his blissed out expression. Your thighs touched his and you could feel every inch of him filling you.
He held himself still to allow you to adjust to his size, and you could see the effort it took for him to resist moving. His eyes were screwed shut and his breathing labored, a restrained moan rumbling in the back of his throat.
You rolled your hips and the moan left his lips, filling the silent dark room. You leaned in and touched Chat's face as your hips undulated back and forth. He looked stunning lost in pleasure, with his eyes glazed over and cheeks hot to the touch. You tried to preserve this image in your mind, locked in a precious chest with other memories of him.
Chat put his hands on your waist and began to move his hips upwards to meet yours. The sound of skin against skin filled your room along with your combined moans.
"I need to keep telling myself I'm not dreaming." Chat chuckled between pants. "I wanted to be inside you for so long."
His lips met yours in a sloppy kiss. You massaged his cat ears and he shuddered, a broken moan leaving his throat.
"I love your moans so much. Ah– I want this whole building to hear you, kitty." You whispered in his ear, grinding your hips down and eliciting another loud moan from him. You laughed, breathless. "They might be hearing you already."
Chat growled. He put a hand on your ass, the other gripping your waist, and pounded into you. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your abdomen contract and your toes curl. He murmured your name, and the sound of his raspy voice made you lose it. With his own name slipping past your lips in a chant, you arched your back and sunk your nails in his chest. Chat slowed his pace a little, watching as you came undone again in front of him.
You slumped against him, and Chat wrapped his arm around you. "You okay, love?"
"Yeah." You managed to say, still coming down from your high, and he began to move again. "C'mon, kitty. Come." You kissed his neck as you pulled on his hair. "Come."
His thrusts became erratic and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in an effort to muffle his groans. Chat pushed into you roughly one final time, kissing you hard before his movements finally stilled. You closed your eyes as you felt his release filling you.
He pulled out of you, and you lay down by his side. Even in the dim light, you could see the fair skin of his chest was printed with red marks from your nails.
"Why did we take so long to do this?" You put a hand on your chest, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage.
"Hmm, you're pretty stubborn and I wanted you to see me more than just a muse. It took some time." Chat put an arm across your stomach and buried his face in your neck. "I wanted it to be special."
You laughed, caressing his hair. "Well, it was pretty damn special."
"I'm glad." Chat said and turned his head to you. You held each other and shared a languid kiss, enjoying the remaining time you had together.
You felt Chat grind his hips against your leg, and felt him hard against you. You arched one amused brow at him. "Are you serious?"
He shrugged, and in the dim light you saw his smirk. "If it depends on me, I'm not stopping until this goddamn ring makes me."
A laugh left your lips and you scratched his scalp. Unbelievable. "Ah, kitty, what am I going to do with you?" You could feel sleep already calling your name, but the heated look in Chat's eyes kept it at bay.
"Anything. Anything you want." Chat rubbed circles on your stomach. "And hopefully, doing me is on the list."
"It definitely is." You licked your lips and pulled him by the bell around his neck.
Your skin was sticky with sweat as you lay your head on Chat's chest. The only sound in the room now was the combination of your labored breaths, and you could hear his heart thumping under your ear. You thought you wouldn't be able to come again, but Chat had proved you wrong. You could feel your core throbbing; you didn't know he had that much energy.
You turned your head to look up at him. He had his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his lips. You would kiss him again if you weren't so tired. You glanced at the ring on his right hand, surprised that it had cooperated for the first time. Hah, first time.
You untangled yourself from his embrace, the sticky feeling on your skin bothering you. You huffed, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep without a shower.
"Chat, I'm gonna take a shower, do you want to come?" You asked, getting up from the bed. You squinted at the sheets; you'd have to change them tomorrow.
"Hmm, tomorrow, chérie." Chat mumbled, and you shook your head. Now he was tired.
You tossed him a damp towel. "Here." He groaned when the cloth hit his face. You snickered, going to the bathroom on the other side of the corridor.
You let the water hit your skin while the past minutes repeated themselves in your head. Just thinking about it had your body reacting again, but you were spent for the night. After drying yourself, you got under the covers again, relishing on the feel of Chat's bare skin against yours.
You put your sleep mask over your face and kissed the nape of his neck, hearing him murmur something in his sleep. You chuckled as you wrapped your arm around his torso, feeling happiness irradiate from your heart to the rest of your body. You were so lucky to have him by your side like this. An image of Adrien flashed before your eyes and you leaned your forehead on the back of Chat's neck, tightening your grip on him. You wouldn't let your feelings mess this up.
You took a deep breath, feeling your mind walk on the fine line between reality and the land of dreams. Your muscles relaxed and you began to lose control over your conscience. A barrier seemed to be broken, and a wave of energy pushed forward, bringing a dream with it.