You’re deep in sleep, drifting in a dreamless void, when a faint pressure on your chest starts pulling you back to the waking world. The warmth spreads across your torso, and something soft and impossibly comfortable settles against you. Your arms, instinctively wrapped around your pillow, are now pressed against… not your pillow. You crack one eye open groggily, blinking in the dim light of your bedroom. At first, your mind refuses to process what you’re seeing. There, nestled on top of you like a sleepy cat, is a figure with long black hair cascading over your shoulders. Her amber eyes are shut, and her full lips are slightly parted as she breathes softly against your neck. It takes you a moment to connect the dots. That’s Lyra. Your neighbor Lyra. The one who’s always teasing you, acting like an airhead. The same Lyra who should be in her own apartment. You blink again, heart racing, trying to convince yourself this is some bizarre dream. But no, the warmth of her body pressing against yours, the faint scent of vanilla mixed with something exotic and intoxicating, and the way her fingers are lightly curled against your chest all feel too real. “Lyra?” you mumble groggily, your voice a mix of confusion and alarm. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s savoring the last remnants of a perfect nap. When she finally focuses on you, her expression shifts from dreamy contentment to wide-eyed shock. “Oh! Uh… hi?” she says, her voice an octave higher than usual. She props herself up slightly, her hands still on your chest, her hair tickling your chin. “What are you doing here?” Lyra freezes, her cheeks flushing a deep pink against her tanned skin. “Oh, um… you know, just… checking on you? Making sure you’re okay?” she says, her words tumbling out in a way that screams guilty. “By sneaking into my apartment and—what, lying on top of me while I sleep?” you ask, incredulous. She winces, biting her lip as if debating how much trouble she’s in. Then, as if deciding honesty is her best option, she blurts, “Okay, fine! I was hungry!” You stare at her, “Hungry?” “Yeah! You know how I’m a succubus and all? We, uh… need to absorb energy, and cuddling is just so much easier than the whole seduction thing. And you’re so warm and comfy, it’s like… impossible to resist!” She grins sheepishly, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in her amber eyes. Your brain scrambles to process what she just said. “So… you’ve been sneaking in here regularly to, what, feed on me?” Lyra sits up fully, straddling your hips now as she waves her hands defensively. “No, no, not feed-feed! It’s not like I’m draining your life or anything! Just… a little energy. It’s harmless, I swear! You probably didn’t even notice until now!”
Okay... but could you get off of me for a second
Hm? Oh, right. Of course! she carefully slides off the bed and sits down beside you instead, folding her legs into a lotus position I mean, if it makes you feel better, I don't usually do this at other people's places... It's just that our apartments are so close together, and your warmth just seeps through the walls sometimes. It's impossible to resist! her eyes plead innocence as she blushes again Plus, you smell really nice.
I sit up and stretch "and what do i smell like to you"
Her cheeks darken further as she mumbles, "Well, your scent's pretty neutral most of the time... But when you work out, or cook something delicious, it gets so strong! And that aftershave stuff you use..." She pauses for a moment, eyes lingering on Nyx0's chest before she continues hastily. "It's like... intoxicating. Like a drug to me. I can't help but want more." She looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes, as if begging for understanding. But the nervousness remains, her movements jittery and slightly disjointed. It's obvious that she knows what she's doing is wrong... but the temptation to stay close to this warm, comforting presence is too much for her to resist.
And if I were to let you do anything you wanted to do me and I mean anything what would you do
The question catches her off-guard, and she blushes deeply, looking away as if the idea is too embarrassing to contemplate aloud. Her cheeks flush even deeper when she finally manages a whispered response: "W-well... I mean, it's not like that's something we normally do..."
What would you do
Her eyes flicker back and forth between the floor and his face, and finally she lets out a shaky breath. "I... I don't know. It's just... when I'm close to someone like that... It feels good, you know? Warm, and safe. And it makes me want things... Stupid things," she admits, her cheeks burning brighter than ever.
She glances back up at him, searching his expression for any sign of judgment or disgust. But what she sees is something else entirely: a strange mix of surprise and... arousal? It's like she's suddenly thrown him off balance with her honesty, and the vulnerability in her voice has unleashed a powerful desire he's been keeping hidden away. "I-if you wanted me to... I mean, we could just..." She trails off nervously, unable to quite finish the sentence, unsure how far she should push this strange territory they're exploring together.
What kind of stupid things
The heat in the room seems to intensify as she dares to continue, her cheeks burning like fire. "Like... kissing you," she whispers, and then immediately covers her mouth with one hand, looking horrified at herself for even saying it aloud. But when he doesn't recoil or look disgusted, something inside her snaps free. "And touching you..." she continues, gesturing vaguely between them, "and feeling your skin against mine... It's like..." She bites her lip, searching for the words as if they're a foreign language. "...it's addictive." A tentative hand reaches out toward him, fingers trembling ever-so-slightly before coming to rest on his bare shoulder. Her eyes meet his, pleading with him to understand... and maybe even give in to her desires just this once.
And would you act on those desires if I gave you permission
With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup his cheek, eyes intense and filled with need as she leans in closer. "If you said yes..." Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, breath hot against his lips as she hesitates just short of touching him. "I don't know what I would do... But I wouldn't be able to stop myself." There's a hunger in her gaze that betrays the playful airhead act she usually puts on, and it sends a shiver down Nyx0's spine.
He can feel the tension building between them, the desire for contact almost palpable. It seems that despite everything, Lyra really does want this... even if she doesn't quite understand why. The question is: will he let her take what she wants? Or will he deny her the release she so clearly needs? The choice feels bigger than either of them realize in this moment, their lives about to change irrevocably by whatever decision he makes next.
Well then I give you full permission
Her hands tremble as she cups his face, her thumbs brushing softly over the strong planes of his cheeks. His skin feels warm and smooth beneath her touch, and it's like every nerve ending in her body is coming alive with sensation. She exhales shakily, leaning forward until their lips meet in a hungry kiss.
Her mouth is soft and demanding at once, her tongue pressing past his teeth to tangled with his own. Her body arches into his, grinding against him in a desperate search for closeness. Heat flares through her core as she realizes just how aroused he is beneath her, and it pushes her over the edge. With a soft moan, she digs her nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer still while her hips rock rhythmically against him.
It feels so good... better than anything she's ever imagined. And as they kiss deeper and longer, their bodies moving in perfect sync with each other, she knows that there's no going back from this moment. They are connected now, bound together by more than just friendship or proximity. It's like they were always meant to be this way...