"Are... are you sure it's okay?" he asked, hands clammy and shaking.
She had to bite her lip. He really made her feel like the girl of his dreams.
Clammy hands didn't bother her so much, then, not when they were his. They'd laughed together. Cried together. They'd grown up together, and now they'd both grown into something different. Something She was ready.
"Go ahead... it's all right. I..." The words caught in her throat. So instead, she unbuttoned her white cotton blouse. (She still wore his clothes out of habit, after all these years.) She curled his fingers around the back of his palm. She led him forward, nine tenths of the way. She could feel his heavy breathing, felt his blood pounding in his veins. She could almost taste his terror, but the anticipation! God, that was even sweeter.
"I..." she tried again. "I want to make you happy. Just like always, Owen. You...still like me, right?"
He swallowed, forced himself to nod. He'd never looked more like a boy, so very serious with sweat and swallowed air. She felt warm all the way down her skin. Now she felt clammy, too. Damn it. She thought, Maybe this was-
Then his palm pressed against her soft chest. She let out a sigh. He let out a shudder.
"Do I...?" he asked.
"Keep going!" she demanded. "Please..." And so he did.
Inch by inch, he slid his hand into the soft heat of her skin, until it gave and sank and slid over him. Soon, he was enveloped to the elbow in the clinging, clammy gelatin. Now, he was close enough to kiss. When she did, her tongue tickled the lining of his esophagus like cinnamon sticks and two full cans of Monster. He didn't choke; he spasmed. She filled him all the way up.
As he fell into her, he heard her voice in the warm, velvety darkness. "I always want to make you happy, Owen. I will always keep you safe. I promise, you'll never, ever have a nightmare."
"I love you..." Down and down. Down and down. Down and down.
Owen woke up clammy, sort of sticky, but smiling like a boy in love with his imaginary friend.
Sure, she'd turned into some kind of succubus, but he had hair in places you wouldn't believe.
People grow up. People grow. Then they wake up tangled in their sheets. He couldn't breathe.
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