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Around 3 AM, his foggy brain slowly became aware the bed was shaking. The headboard rattled and thumped against the wall. He tried to ignore it and fall back asleep. But, the shaking grew more insistent until he groaned and rolled over.
She frequently awakened him when she wanted to talk. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept through an entire evening. But tonight, he knew she needed more.
The truth was, she always needed more.
She hovered near the bed, looking mournful. Unsurprisingly, ghosts often do. He pulled his arm out from under the blankets and reached out to her. She cautiously approached and gently made contact with him, a barely-visible cold tendril coiling gently around his wrist. As they connected, her form coalesced and she grew more visible in the dark room.
She released him and pulled away. “I’m sorry to wake you. I know you’re tired. And, I’m sorry I lost my temper earlier.”
He sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “It’s ok. You don’t need to apologize. You never need to apologize for waking me up. Ok? I should have made time for you when I came home.”
She brightened more and turned her lovely face toward him. The soft glow from the streetlamps below came through his curtains and danced around her curves like moonlight. Yet, he could clearly see through her to the bookshelf on the other side of the bedroom. She was fading more each day.
He felt so incredibly guilty about what had happened. How could he deny her all that she had left? How could he ever leave this place?
He reached out his arms to her. “Come here. I am tired, but I can try. It’s all I can do for you.”
She smiled and slowly swirled across the bed and up into his warm arms. He shivered a little as she absorbed some of his heat and the energy radiating from his strong male body. But, her form quickly grew denser like a warm tropical fog and nestled around him, comforting and calming his shakes.
He sighed with pleasure in response to her caresses. Even though everything had changed and would never be the same, she could still calm him with her touch, as she always could before.
His pleasure fed her energy and her shape became firmer. He could feel her pressing against and around him. His hands stroked her hair and down her back. For a minute, his drowsy mind let him believe that she was here with him again. He let his head drop back into the pillows and a low moan came from his throat.
Her hands traced his chest, and her fingertips swirled down his stomach to find him under the blankets. He gasped and lifted his hips slightly as she began touching him. The heat rushed to his loins and engorged him while her hands flowed up and down.
Suddenly, she slipped down and surged under the blanket. Her ethereal mouth found what she was seeking, and a shock ran up his spine making him cry out loud. How this was possible, he still didn’t fully understand. It was nothing like before, of course. It was something new and unexpected, yet still entirely exciting and pleasurable.
Waves of ecstasy swept across as his body as she glided with increasing urgency. Before he could slow himself, he erupted with a white-hot orgasm and the blankets flew up and back onto the foot of the bed.
She floated back up to his face with her entire body pulsing and glowing with an almost blinding blue light. Pressing against him, she felt warm, real, and so alive. She had a huge smile on her face, now that she was fed and happy. His arms closed around her and she snuggled under his chin.
His racing heart was slowly coming down to normal. His body was still tingling and buzzing, but he knew he’d paid a price again tonight. Tomorrow would be another day when the world simply didn’t have enough coffee to make it right.
Stroking her back, he mumbled, “I hate that I can’t give you pleasure anymore.”
She laughed into his neck, muffled by his beard, “Don’t be ridiculous, my love. You give me so much more. You give me life.”
She hesitated. “You give me what life is possible now.”
He continued touching her gently and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ll never stop loving you, you know? I’ll never leave you.”
They were together, yet he was so alone. And, what would happen when he was no longer here? She was eternal, but his aching bones reminded him every day that he was not. What would she do?
He shook his head. Those were thoughts for another day. It was a problem he’d have to address, but not tonight. Tonight, she was here and it felt right. Right enough, for now.
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