The Talk

We need to talk.

That was a statement I expected much, much later down the line. Some time maybe after the dust had settled, when all problems had been resolved, certainly didn't expect it to be soon… I certainly didn't expect it to be now.

Hadn't even had that bath yet…

The last time I was in a bedroom with a Succubus, my heart went pounding and thumping against my chest harder and faster than any stick to a drum, with rationality and common sense merely hanging on by a thread.

Not a surprise that these things stayed unchanged the second time around. Right here, right now… I felt all that and more -  because not only did I find myself alone once more with that very same succubus… that succubus now looked just as mortified as I was about this whole thing.

Could feel the tension between us pulling me down so hard, frankly I'm surprised it didn't just outright replace the gravity of the planet.