Shower Me With Dreams     *SHOWER ME WITH DREAMS* *By GILDA LILY* 

 This is #7 in the DREAM? series. I've decided to start labeling them as
such. I didn't realize that it would go this far, but it's taken on a life
of its own! The first six are: "STANDING GUARD FOR THEE", "ON THE
RIVIERA", "DREAM MEN", "DREAMY ITALIAN", "CREAMY ITALIAN" and "DREAM
GIRLS". 

 All can be found on the DUE SOUTH Archive. Thank you kindly, Seah!
Warning: more silliness and silk! :) 

  Rated PCL for Purely Crazy Lust and R for m/m and f/f sex. 

 Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just like them to have fun. 

 (c) July 30, 1997 

  *I*  *STRING OF PEARLS* 

 Margaret Thatcher pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and squinted at
the sheet of paper she was holding. Damn, she'd have to get her glasses
out. Deftly flicking them out of their case, she had just put them on her
nose when her telephone rang. She picked the handset up and said, "Yes?" 

 "Sir, you have a pair of visitors," said Jasmine's pleasant voice. 

 "And who might they be, Jasmine?" 

 When Jasmine told her, Meg's eyebrows rose. "Send them in." She placed
the handset back and took off her glasses, dark eyes watching the door. 

 Elaine and Frannie appeared, both smiling as they held hands. Meg rose
and greeted them, then they all sat down and an awkward silence fell.
Finally Frannie broke it. Naturally. 

 "Well, Meg...I can call you Meg?" At Thatcher's frosty nod she continued.
"Elaine and I want to invite you to our wedding." 

 "Oh." Meg blinked. "Well, I would be honored..." 

 "Hold it." Frannie held up a hand. "Not just as a wedding guest." 

 "What?" 

 "We want you to be one of our ushers." 

 "Usher?" An eyebrow arched. "As in House of?" 

 Elaine giggled and Frannie shushed her. "No, Inspector, just hear me out.
Benton and Ray are going to be maid of honor and best man, and Elaine and
I have come up with our bridesmaids and ushers, but we're short one. And
then we thought: who'd be more perfect?" 

 "Who, indeed?" muttered Meg. Louder she said, "Really?" 

 "Oh, yes, really." Frannie was smugly confident. "We've matched up
Elaine's two friends, Celeste and Adriana with friends of hers, one of
which is that luscious Jack Huey. My cousin Carmella is linked up with
another cousin of mine, but that leaves no one for Angie. Now, Elaine and
I were trying to come up with a name we considered important enough to us
to ask, and yours came up." 

 "Oh?" 

 "Yes." Frannie leaned forward eagerly. "Since Benton will be in a gown,
Elaine and I also thought that you could wear your dress reds instead of a
tuxedo. You look stunning in that uniform, by the way." 

 Meg's face was unreadable, but Frannie seemed unaware. Elaine took her
friend's hand and squeezed it. 

 "So, Meg, whaddaya say? Does being part of our wedding suit you?" 

 "Red suits me," Meg muttered. 

 "What?" 

 "Oh, nothing." Her eyes took on a devilish glint. "I'd be honored,
ladies." 

 "Brava!" 

 Frannie jumped up and ran around the desk, giving Meg a hug. The startled
Mountie automatically hugged her back. 

 "Hey, can I join in, too?" demanded Elaine, and Frannie laughed, holding
out a hand that the policewoman took, drawn into the hug. 

 * * * * * * * * * * 

 Benny drew away from his listening post out in the hall, his cheeks a
dusky red. His grandmother would have scolded him severely for
eavesdropping, but he couldn't help it. H'ed been passing by just as the
women had begun talking, and he couldn't tear himself away. 

 It still fascinated him over how casual everyone was about gender-
bending in this dream. Or was it a dream? He frowned. He was beginning to
wonder. Even for the skewed timesense of a dream, it seemed too long. 

 He absently scratched behind Dief's ears as he entered his office. He had
a sudden urge to talk to Ray. He dialed the long-ago-memorized Precinct
number. 

 "Vecchio." 

 "Good morning, Ray." 

 "Benny!" Ray's voice melted into instant warmth. "Nice to hear from ya.
What's up, pussycat?" he purred, and Benny blushed. Apparently Ray had no
trouble adapting to this dream, or whatever it was. 

 "I...I just wanted to hear your voice." 

 "Aw, Benny-love, that's sweet." Ray's voice dipped down to low and
sultry. "So, ya up for some phone sex?" 

 "Ray!" Benny was scandalized, but his heart beat faster. 

 "C'mon, Benny. When are we gonna have another chance like this? When we
finally *do* wake up, we'll never be able to dream all *this* again. I
wanna go all out here while I can, sweetheart." 

 Heart warming at the endearment, Benny said, "All right, Ray." 

 

 He could practically *see* Ray's grin. "Cool, Benny. Okay, here goes.
You're wearin' the brown uniform, right?" 

 "Yes, Ray. You saw me get dressed in it this morning," Benny said
pedantically. 

 Ray ignored the tone and chuckled. His beautiful Benny was a doll. Benny
blushed as the words rolled over him. 

 "I am *not* a doll. I am a Mountie." For some reason he was feeling very
perverse today. 

 *Ray would probably approve.* 

 "Sure, love. Okay, here's the skinny: you're removing that brown
jacket..." 

 "Wait, Ray." 

 "What?" 

 "I should lock the door." 

 "In *this* dream?" Ray snorted. "Why bother?" 

 Good point. "You were saying, Ray?" 

 "Oh, yeah. All right, you're taking off your jacket...you *are* taking
off your jacket, right, Benny?" 

 "Oh, yes, Ray." 

 "Good. Now, start unbuttoning your shirt. Start stroking that smooth,
satiny skin, and bring your hand down to caress your right nipple. Feel
good, baby?" Ray crooned. 

 "Oh, yes." Benny closed his eyes and concentrated on following Ray's
instructions. His fingers rolled and pinched the nub, obeying as Ray said
to slide over to the left one. 

 His other hand got busy stroking between his legs, rubbing against the
fabric of his trousers. He was bringing himself to hardness as Ray's voice
continued to purr in his ear. He held the handset at an uncomfortable
angle between neck and shoulder, then hit upon the idea of the speaker
phone. As Ray said, in this dream, who cared who heard? 

 Ray's rich tones drifted out from the little box on the desk, caressing
Benny as he moaned softly. 

 "Pull your pants down, Benny. Thaaat's it. Feel the warmth of your heated
erection against the cloth of your underwear? Rub it, back and forth, in
little circles, press down *hard*..." 

 Benny yipped, his face flushed. His lips parted slightly, his limbs
trembling as he slowly peeled down the shorts. 

 "Yeah, that's it. Youre all out now, Benny-boy, mmm hmm. Just *touch* all
that hot, hard flesh..." 

 Benny whimpered, his hand beginning to stroke quickly now as Ray's voice
drove him wild. He kicked off his pants and underwear, no mean feat over
the boots, and Ray ordered, "Spread your legs, Benny." He swiftly obeyed,
his chest heaving as he pumped faster, his free hand caressing the silken
skin of his inner thigh. Blood thrummed in his hears as Ray urged him,
"Faster, faster, *faster!*" 

 Benny screamed his completion, calling out Ray's name as he fountained
all over his hand. Gasping, he sank back against his chair, sweat sticking
him to the leather. 

 In the doorway Turnbull smiled. That had been quite an entertaining show!
He turned and decided to seek out his own love, Cooper. 

  *II* *RED SILK AND BLACK LACE* 

 "All set to go, Benny?" 

 Ray's voice echoed throughout the apartment and Benny called from his
bedroom, "Be right with you, Ray!" 

 Ray chatted with Dief and roamed around the spartan living room and
kitchen, opening his mouth to call again when Benny appeared. Ray's mouth
stayed open. 

 Benny was wearing a sea-green dress this time, and it complimented his
figure very well. A pearl barrette shone in his strawberry-red hair, and a
matching strand of pearls gleamed softly on his chest. A nicely rounded
female chest, illusion or not, Ray thought a trifle dazedly. 

 Benny had chosen to wear flats instead of high heels, giving his feet a
rest. He'd been wearing feminine clothing quite a bit lately, and would be
doing so again, what with the rehearsal dinner and the day of the wedding
itself. His wardrobe had expanded considerably. 

 "Can't stuff it all in a duffel bag anymore, huh, Benny?" 

 "What?" 

 "Nothin'." Ray grinned and walked over to his lover, pressing himself
close while he slipped a hand under Benny's hair, laying it against his
neck. 

 "Such pretty little ears," he crooned, and promptly nibbled one. 

 "Ray!" Benny's head went back and his eyes closed. "Please don't. I don't
want to be late for the shower." 

 "How about another kind of shower?" Ray leered, and Benny laughed. The
Mountie gently pushed his Italian away, and Ray surrendered. "Okay, okay!
But you are coming up to my room after the festivities and spending the
night." 

 "Understood." 

 Ray grinned and escorted Miss Fraser down the stairs, Dief right behind
them. 

 * * * * * * * * * * 

 The Vecchio house was decorated and ready for the shower. Frannie had
done the catering, her two part-time employees doing all the work. Rosa
and Maria had contributed dishes of their own, and the house smelled of
good things to eat as Benny and Ray walked in. 

 The shower was for the female members of the wedding party, and any
females invited to the wedding. The noise level of so many chattering 

 women had reached alarming proportions, and Benny felt a little
overwhelmed. Even though Ray would have to make himself scarce, as he'd
put it, he stayed with his Mountie for a few moments, letting Benny get
acclimated. 

 "Oh, Benton! So glad to see you could come!" said Carmella, brushing up
against him. 

 "Well, Carmella, I *did* plan all this with Rosa and Maria. It's my duty
as maid of honor." 

 Benny said the word 'duty' as if he was reciting the RCMP motto, and
several women giggled. Carmella took his hand and urged him over to the
dining room table. 

 "Doesn't that look just *divine*!" she breathed, Ray sticking close as he
realized all of a sudden that Carmella was being *awfully* friendly
tonight. 

 "Beat it, Big Brother," Maria said firmly, and started shoving him up the
stairs towards his room. 

 "Hey! I..." 

 "Don't worry, I'll watch out for Benton," she assured him, and he smiled
at her, bestowing a big hug on her. He hurried up the stairs, having just
spotted Aunt Evangeline and her pinching fingers ("My, how've you've
grown, Raymondo!") that had reddened his cheeks for the last thirty-odd
years. 

 Once safely ensconced in his room, he concentrated on listening to the
muted sounds of activity below, guessing when everyone had arrived and the
buffet was opened for business, and hearing the gaggle of conversations as
the women stood or sat in little groups and chatted. He hoped that Benny
wouldn't feel left out, or be the primary center of attention, either. 

 "Hmph, Dief deserted me for the food," he grumbled, and kicked off his
loafers and sprawled on the bed, picking up a magazine he'd been trying to
finish. 

 * * * * * * * * * * 

 "Some of us don't *need* a push-up bra," commented Andrea Vecchio
snidely, enjoying her spumoni. 

 "Meow," Maria said, and several women laughed. Andrea scowled. 

 "C'mon, don't you find some of the fashion standards for women a bit
skewed?" Elaine argued. "Like big breasts are all that men and women
*want* in a woman." 

 "Are you speaking from a lack of same, Elaine?" Andrea sniped. 

 "Hardly," Frannie said, her arm curving around her fiancee's breasts. She
suddenly French-kissed Elaine, who gasped and popped a button as her chest
heaved. A round of applause went up and Benny found himself smiling. 

 He liked the freedom of this gathering despite his occasional sense of
awkwardness. It reminded him of the heady feeling of freedom he'd gotten
when Ray had taken him to a performance of THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. 

 "C'mon, *do* it, Frannie!" someone yelled encouragement, and Frannie
smiled wickedly. She put down her plate of food and proceeded to ravish
Elaine instead, pushing her up against the wall and rubbing up against her
in time to the clapping beat around her. 

 "Fran...Frannie," Elaine gasped as their bodies ground together. She was
experiencing a wave of dizziness as the heat and noise of the room pounded
into her. Frannie's perfume filled her senses. 

 "Yeah, baby?" Frannie was busy licking the elegant neck. 

 "I...I think I'm gonna...!" 

 "Mmm," Frannie purred as she felt Elaine's hips twitch, and she quickly
dropped to her knees, pushing up her lover's skirt and pulling down her
panties. She caught Elaine's wetness on her tongue, lapping it up as
Elaine pushed back against the wall, eyes closed and head bumping against
the plaster. Frannie took it all. 

 "Mmm," she said, licking her lips as she stood to the sound of thunderous
applause, "keep the spumoni, Ma. I've had my dessert!" 

 Laughter pealed around the room, and Rosa said, "Time for presents!" 

 The women eagerly gathered around Frannie and Elaine, and Benny started
handing out the presents one-by-one, watching as the bride and groom took
turns opening them. When the first lingerie gift was opened, Benny almost
blushed, but he looked curiously at it as Frannie lifted it up. 

 "Mmm, I think this'll be just perfect for the wedding night, don't you,
Lainie?" 

 "Oh, yes." Elaine fingered the black lace and red silk. "Perfect." She
threw a speculative glance at Benny. "And not just for the few." 

 Benny realized that she was looking at him and he blushed, nearly
matching his hair. Luckily not many of the women present noticed, and he
hastily went to the buffet and freshened his ginger ale. 

 Elaine and Frannie exchanged conspiratorial glances and giggled. 

 At the buffet table, Benny decided to take something to eat. Maybe the
fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach was indicative of not enough
food. Even though he knew better, he tried to convince himself otherwise. 

 He surveyed the abundance of food on the dining room table. There were
pasta salads and hot pasta, garden salads and fruit salads, cold cuts and
pieces of chicken warming in a pan, several kinds of fresh breads, 

 spicy meatballs simmering over a flame and a bewildering assortment of
cakes, cookies and pies. He was drawn to the plate of fresh fruit and took
some cubed watermelon and strawberries. He smiled at the plate of steaming
ziti. One of Ray's favorite kinds of pasta. 

 His thoughts immediately turned to the man in the bedroom upstairs. Heart
pounding, he began to think of just what Ray might be doing right now,
perhaps sprawling on his bed, legs spread invitingly as he read a book or
magazine... 

 "Hiya, Beautiful." 

 Benny nearly dropped his plate of fruit and whirled his head, red strands
flowing silkily through the air. 

 "Uh, I..." 

 Andrea was smirking as she let a hand brush Benny's thigh. He backed up
slightly and looked inquiringly at her. Her predatory smile widened. 

 "Now, Precious, what are you all shy about? You're one of the prettiest
women here, and that's saying something for Vecchio women, I guess." 

 "Well, I, un, tend to disagree, Andrea. I see some very lovely women
here. Ray has good genes." 

 If he thought that mention of his lover would discourage her, he was
sadly mistaken. She rubbed up against him and he backed up again, holding
the precariously-tipped paper plate. 

 "Uh, I would appreciate it if you just..." Benny was at a loss for words
as to how to politely ask the woman to back off. She took advantage of his
confusion. 

 "Now, Benton, there's no need for shyness, as I said. Just relax and we
can enjoy a stolen moment." 

 Andrea leaned forward and was about to brush her lips to Benny's when a
stern voice ordered her to desist in Italian. She pulled back with
lightning speed. 

 Rosa stood in the doorway of the dining room, the shuttered doors firmly
closed behind her. "I would appreciate it, Andrea, if you left my son's
*amore* alone." 

 A dull red blush crept up Andrea's cheeks. "Sure, Aunt Rosa." She sulkily
brushed past her aunt and Rosa smiled at a relieved Benny. 

 "Th...Thank you, Rosa. I wasn't quite sure how to handle things. She *is*
Ray's cousin, after all." 

 "All the more reason for her to respect his territory." She came closer
and brushed away a strand of hair as if she was doing it for one of her
daughters. "You are part of this family now, Benton, whether you and Ray
make it legal or not. He loves you with all his heart and soul, and I know
you're good for him. Perfect, in fact. Now, finish your food and watch
them open the rest of the presents, then sneak upstairs and show my son
how lucky he is." 

 Benny blushed at her frankness but was eager to follow her advice. 

 They walked back out to the gift-opening circle and Benny enjoyed the
rest of the evening, pleased at his acceptance within Ray's family and
among the women as one of them. In this dream, no one thought it odd that
he dressed up as a woman or needed psychiatric help. He'd had the
occasional urges to dress up this way in the waking world, and the St.
Fortunata case had given him the perfect opportunity, among others (how
*else* did anyone think he'd done his makeover so quickly in the course of
one afternoon?), and his need and pleasure in wearing silk stockings or
skirts was not something to be ridiculed or disparaged. It gave him a
heady sense of freedom that he enjoyed immensely. Here all his facets were
accepted. 

 So he exclaimed over the dresses and blouses and jewelry and nightgowns
and thoroughly enjoyed himself. 

 "Men!" one woman by the name of Sistine snorted. "Worthless, every one of
them!" 

 "Oh, some aren't so bad," Benny said softly, his blue eyes shining. 

 "Hmph!" 

 Laughter greeted this little exchange and Elaine gave Benny a wink. 

 Eventually all the gifts were opened and more food was consumed, and then
as people began to leave, Benny slipped away and up the stairs, heading
unerringly for Ray's room. He pushed open the door and Ray put down his
magazine and smiled. 

  *III* *SILK STOCKINGS*  

 Benny stood in the doorway like a redhaired angel. A tongue ran over his
red lips and Ray could feel his heart thrum. He set aside his magazine and
drew up his knees, keeping his legs slightly apart. 

 "Come in, Gorgeous." 

 Benny smiled and closed the door behind him as he sashayed close to the
bed. Ray gently rocked his knees back and forth, green eyes glowingly
intent on his lover. 

 "What's up, Benny-love?" he cooed. 

 "You, I hope." 

 Beeny batted his long eyelashes (not fake, his own!) and rested one knee
on the bed. Ray reached out a hand and slowly slid it up the stockinged
leg, resting it only inches away from the silken panties. Both their
breathing rates increased as they just stared at each other, then Ray slid
his hand up and down smooth silk. He always stopped tantalizingly close, 

 Benny like a statue with his one leg on the bed. His perfume drifted
towards Ray, and the Italian smiled as he recognized the scent of *Passion
Flower*. 

 He leaned in for a closer sniff. 

 One long fingernail began stroking the side of his face. Benny had put on
fake fingernails for tonight, and they were painted a pearly-white. Ray
briefly closed his eyes, then opened them with a devilish gleam. Benny
drew in his breath, anticipating what that gleam might mean for him. 

 Ray's hand suddenly slid up and rested against the crotch of the silk
panties, eliciting a gasp from Benny, his legs shaking. Ray kept his palm
firmly pressed against the heat that was radiating through the silk, his
green eyes watching his lover intently. Benny looked down just in time to
see Ray slowly run his tongue across his lips and the Mountie groaned,
pushing up against Ray's hand. Ray removed his hand, pleased at Benny's
whimper, and slowly began peeling down the redhead's nylons, teasing them
all the way down to the knee. Benny climbed up on the bed and Ray
continued the rolling, removing Benny's shoes and freeing the nylons with
a flourish. Benny had shivered as Ray's hands had slid down his legs,
their warmth whispering along his flesh. His chest heaved, the strand of
pearls catching the soft lamplight, and Ray gently pushed him back while
he was still kneeling. 

 Benny understood Ray's intent and with a suppleness that Ray had always
admired, managed to lay back while his knees were still bent. Ray
carefully pulled up the hem of the skirt and tucked it up in the belt that
his lover wore. His hand began stroking the panties, Benny's groans a
delight to his ears. The redhead writhed on the bed, helpless in the
nearly- awkward position and panting as Ray pressed and rubbed. 

 Suddenly Ray pulled down the fabric and ran a finger up the underside of
Benny's shaft, the Mountie jolted with the force of his body's reaction.
He groaned again and Ray cupped his buttocks, bringing the swollen organ
up and into his mouth in one swift movement. Benny cried out and Ray
squeezed his ass, sucking with passionate fervor. Benny's torso lifted off
the bed and his hands groped blindly for his lover. Ray slipped a finger
into the crevice between his Canadian's cheeks and it was all over. Benny
came magnificently, a deep groan ripped from him. Ray swallowed his seed
while his emerald eyes danced. 

 Benny lay in spent exhaustion, Ray unfolding his partner's legs after
releasing his cock and settling comfortably between the shaking limbs. He
idly lifted Benny's right leg and gently bent it so that it draped over
his arm. He almost absently rubbed the smooth flesh of the buttocks close
to him and purred contentedly, tucking the other leg close to his hip. 

 Benny finally opened his eyes and saw how entwined he was with Ray and
smiled. He slid his hands underneath his back and jutted out the feminine
chest, still encased in sea-green. Ray's breathing became slightly faster.


 "Well, Ray." 

 "Well, yourself." Ray sounded slightly out of breath, too. 

 Benny lifted his left leg and slowly slid it up Ray's side to his face,
Ray grasping it and lavishing feather-light kisses on his toes. 

 "Mmm," Benny purred. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Ray."


 "Of course, my love," Ray said with glittering eyes, and he suddenly
draped the shapely legs over his shoulders and Benny nearly ripped his
pants down as he plunged home, deep into cool, moist darkness, the
strawberry-red strands of hair spread out over the blanket as Benny closed
mascara-lined eyes. He groaned again and Ray uttered guttural sounds deep
in his throat as he pumped in and out, frenzy nearly ripping them both
apart. With a scream he came, pitching forward but careful to plant a kiss
on Benny's bare belly as he closed his eyes with a cat-ate-the-canary grin
on his face. Benny stroked his lover's cheek and sighed, the quiet of the
room soothing. 

 Finally Benny said, "Ray?" 

 "Mmm?" 

 "Can you shower me with gifts?" 

 Ray laughed. "You just wait and *see* the kind of shower I give you!" 

 They embraced with happy laughter. 

  THE END  ('Fraid Not!) 

  

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