Honorary R-Team Member for this week is...

...Crochetrockstar!

She is going to share a very naughty dream she had with us... There is no need to give her a new name! She is a rockstar! *wink* Enjoy!

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This is an actual dream I had, I'm pretty sure it wasn't long after I heard (through tweet-friends) that Hugh Jackman and Rob were going to be working together. Rob and Hugh walk into a crowded bar and bump into me, we 3 go to a hotel and.......

I was waiting for a friend of mine at the bar of my favorite club, warm bodies bumping into each other and the music pumping from the speakers. I sit there on the stool stirring my SoCo and cola watching the condensation slowly slide its way down the glass. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular my mind was just wandering while I waited.

I get nudged lightly on my left, I look in the mirror behind the bar to see who it is and to see if I need ‘nudge’ back. Wow…this guy looks just like Hugh Jackman! He catches me looking at him and turns to me and says “Sorry about that, popular place eh?” grinning at me. No mistaking it, this guy doesn’t look like Hugh Jackman IT IS Hugh Jackman, accent and all! The accent is a stand out, I don’t hear too many Aussie accents in my little land locked burg. I’m sure I look like a complete idiot for a full 5 seconds while my brain takes in that he is speaking to me. I think he knows what’s going on and he waits for me to regain my composure.

“Yeah, it’s not usually like this but with your movie shooting here the house is packed.” I pick up my drink hoping it doesn’t slosh over the sides of the glass.

“We’ll be leaving soon and taking all this with us.” He tells me as he waves his arm indicating the madness in the club.

“I don’t mind all the bodies here, and the music has improved since the DJ wants to impress someone other than us locals!” I look down at my glass as I say this, I can’t keep eye contact with him for long or I might fall over on my stool. I take a drink and a fast glance into the mirror again, hoping my friend isn’t here yet, and fearing that the entire club is watching us.

That’s when I see him...Rob Pattinson. Standing maybe four feet away from me and looking as bored and as cute as ever, his long slender fingers tracing the label on his beer bottle. I do start to fall off my stool at this point, and wonder if I’ve died and this is my version of heaven.

Strong hands steady me and I glance up. My face is only inches from Hugh’s, and I’ve had enough to drink to try this, because really, when will I ever be in this situation again… With my eyes closed I close those inches and my lips lightly brush his. I’m sure that everyone is watching as I do this and I’m just about positive that they will leave after this, but not really caring because it’s Hugh Jackman and Rob Pattinson! He doesn’t pull back, I peek at him from under my lashes and he looks amused not pissed. I peek again at the mirror and I notice that only Rob is watching us and he seems very interested in what we’re doing, no longer looking bored.

“Boom” by Anjulie starts playing and the strangest feeling comes over the club. Almost like the whole club has turned into an orgy of dancers bumping and grinding and sweating and rubbing and touching with clothes on. There are so many people here that anyone could get lost in the crowd, and the lights have been turned down and the pulsing lights have slowed to the rhythm of a heart beat.

I watch Hugh as his firm and steady hands turn me to face him and he hitches my thighs around his hips. His head slowly dips down to watch me and my hands instinctively pull him closer to me. In the mirror I watch Rob walk behind me, never taking his eyes off my reflection.

I have forgotten to breathe but gasp when I feel a second pair of hands tracing the curve of my shoulders, pulling me slightly back. I raise my head in time to have Hugh’s lips pressing against mine, his hands lightly wound in my hair and pulling just the littlest bit. My arms go around his waist pulling him as close to me as can be here in the club.

With Hugh’s hands in my hair I feel Rob’s hands around my waist, fingers splayed and working up my ribcage stopping just under my breasts his index fingers reaching slightly up from under them. Flitting from under my breasts to just over my nipples, teasing me. His head is bent low, I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I break the kiss with Hugh and turn to Rob. His mouth meets mine and I moan. It’s all I can stand, I start to tremble while Hugh is kissing my neck lightly and working his way to my ear. He releases my head so Rob can maneuver me better to fit him, and Hugh lifts my hips up now and he is slowly grinding against me to the rhythm of the song. Rob is pulling me backwards to deepen our kiss.

I have to be in heaven, I decide, because this just can’t be happening to me! Rob’s tongue extends slightly, to lightly trace the opening of my mouth and I open my lips willingly to allow his tongue access into my mouth. Hugh whispers in my ear “Why don’t we go back to our hotel and see where things go from there?” then he gently sucks my earlobe. I am about to come undone there and then.

Now I’m thinking that if my friend does show up, I’m going to ignore her…and tell her all about it later!

It kills me to do so, but I pull my mouth away from Rob’s. I look into his hooded baby blue eyes and I see the passion and desire that I’m sure are in my own. There are no supporting roles in this action flick, no wingman, only dual leads here in front of me. Desire and need is written on both their faces, and they are both waiting on my answer. Hugh is caressing my hips and Rob’s hands are still precariously close to my breasts.

I let go of Hugh and point to my legs “I’m going to need those unless you were going to carry me out.” I can’t believe my voice isn’t shaking, I wonder if I can stand at all. “That might cause a scene.”

“Hm. She’s right you know.” Rob tells Hugh. “We have to let her go for a moment, so we can have her later.”

“I guess you’re right but I get to start here,” he pulls my hips toward him so hard that I’m lifted off my seat for a second, and even through his jeans and mine I can’t help but feel how excited he his “when we get there.”

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...to be continued!