Succubus Dreams CHAPTER 6

I hadnt established how late it was until I showed up at stage sets nigh two. He actually wasnt authorship for a change, and I found him sprawled on the couch, flipping through late night television programming.Hey, I said, dropping my rise and purse near the door. He glanced up from the TV. Its light cast unearthly shadows on his position in the ominousness. Sorry its so late. Something came up. yea, he said, illustration save flat. I rotter tell.Immediately, I caught his believeing. It was a sign of how good hed come to cognise me and recognize subtle succubus signals. I was wreathed in Judes life nada. Immortals would actually perceive it as a literal glow. Mortals couldnt assimilate it, neverthe slight they could sense something insanely allu stria and attractive about me. Usually, they rightful(prenominal) wrote it off as a sign of my beauty. readiness knew better. When he feel it around me, he knew what Id been doing.I hated for him to put one over me like this, save it was inevitable. Sorry. Its what I do. You love that.Yeah, he agreed, sounding tired mentally tired, non physically tired. He niftyened up. further did you puddle to do it tonight? You move to punish me for standing you up?I sat down in the armchair across from him. The energy from Jude burned through me and made me feel alive. I didnt want a fight with Seth to ruin my good mood, oddly after Id been so annoyed for most of the notwithstandinging.I did it to survive. I wasnt unmatchablerous to get brook at you.He sighed and stared off into a dark corner. Its so hard sometimes.I moved everywhere to the couch, scooting up beside him. I crawl in.He slid his arm around my shoulders and regarded me with a look both hearty and exasperated. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over against my neck. The small touch made my alliance burn.God, youre beautiful. I just wish it wasnt the result of some another(prenominal) guy.Yeah, I said. Me too.Sorry I blew up.You ca ll that blowing up? I asked. That was nonhing.And Im sorry I stood you up. That wasnt right.Seth had moved up my neck and now nibbled my ear. I unlikable my eyes and tilted my head back.Its okay, I as certainlyd him. Really.Youre awfully forgiving.Hey, what can I say? Christmas love and kindness, right?He laughed and ran his fingers through my hair. For mortal allegedly so evil, you sure are good.Well, I said, pressing into him. Im non that good. Im computeing some very bad thoughts right now.Yeah. Me too. If our thoughts condemn us, I think Im headed straight for Hell.No, you arent. Hugh says your dispositions like a supernova. Youre press release straight to the p earlyish gates.Warm love and desire enf senileed us, supplanting the cold tension. Yet as we curled up and chatted about light filchics, I couldnt help alone morosely think this was a common scene between us. Fight. Brood. Apologize. Snuggle. In all the fantasies of a stable relationship that Id harbored over t he close millennium, this var. had never been a part of them.After a while, we sort of surpassed clutch and moved onto something of a to a greater extent adult nature. At least I did. Sometimes Seth could be coaxed into sating his lust, though it always made him improbably self-conscious. Me, I loved memoriseing him come. He was always so damned blas? that beholding him lose control in an orgasm almost did more(prenominal) for me than my own climax.He apparently had the same sprightlinesss toward me and was content to simply watch me touch myself tonight. After non getting off with Jude, I was more than happy to take things into my own hands. When I finished, languid and content afterward, he lay down on the couch beside me, lacing his fingers with mine.I dont think Ill ever get tired of that, he sighed.You should finish yourself off.Im okay.You sure?He smiled. Self-control, Thetis. Self-control. Besides, I have a good imagination. Sometimes its enough to do Im the one d oing that to you.I shivered as an image of Seth played in my mind, his body inside of me while I came, muscles clenching around him as I cried out his name and dug my nails into his back.Jesus, I said crackersly, closing my eyes.Yeah.We realized then that it was really late and started getting ready for bed. When I emerged from the stool after brushing my teeth, I found him waiting for me in the bedchamber with a small box. He handed it over.I told you I had an early present.I turned the package over in my hands, running my fingertips over the edges. It had been wrapped in gold paper and had a red bow. mind from the sloppy wrapping and misaligned ribbon, I was willing to bet hed wrapped it himself. I offered up a small grin.Its way too early. Presents in the first place Christmas? Thats not right. I mean, Im not that evil.He sat back on the bed, tipped against the headboard, looking supremely pleased with himself. Well, I am. I guess my soul just dimmed a superficial. Open it .Sitting down as well, I hesitantly tore the paper. There was no question in my mind that this was a jewelry box. The question was What kind? Seth now and again showed a romantic spirit, but he wasnt the type to do eitherthing raging like propose. At least I didnt think so.Hoping for a tennis bracelet, I instead found a ring. But it wasnt an engagement ring, not in the current way of thinking. It was one of the modern recreations of the Byzantine rings. entirely this wasnt one of the ones wed seen at Eriks, not exactly. It was platinum for one thing, glowing soft and silvery in the dim lighting. The smooth disc on top had a dolphin engraved in it, decorated with a a couple of(prenominal) tiny, embedded sapphires.I stared at it, unsure what to say.Do you like it? Seth asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.Iyeah. Yes, I do. very(prenominal) much. My words came out haltingly.You seemed so sad about losing the other one that I thought maybe this would be a nice substitute.He l ooked so rapt and excited that I couldnt bear to tell him that not only had I not lost the original ring, Id actually hole-and-corner(a) it away in the closet so as never to see it again. This one was very different, true, but the similarities were strong enough to dredge up all the dark feelings I tried to keep buried, memories of a fortunate day huge ago when my husband the husband Id eventually betrayed had slipped the other one onto my finger at our wedding.Its beautiful, I said after a wide stretch of silence, needing to reassure him. It had been very kind, after all. Seth didnt know my history or the pain intertwined with it. Why a dolphin?Yeahits kind of cutesy and trendy, butwell, no(prenominal) of those Greek letters meant much to me. But I read something about dolphins being important in old religions on Cyprus, soThat brought a true smile to my face. Yeah. They were. Messengers from the sea gods. soundly fortune and all that. Something occurred to me. We saw these at Eriks, like, a couple age ago but not this one. Howd you get it? Did he have more in stock? Or did you go somewhere else?His eyes turn up with amusement. Hey, Im learning your powers of persuasion. I got in contact with the artist and commissioned it. nice lord. Seth had had a custom-built ring a platinum custom ring made right onward Christmas. And hed had it done in a matter of days. The cost must have been through the roof. The queasy feeling in my stomach intensified. Observing my silence, his smile faltered.You sure you like it?Yeah, yeahof course. I justIm sorry, I dont know what to say. Its great. I slipped it onto my right ring finger. It fit perfectly. Hesitantly, I met his eyes. This is a, uh, friendship ring right?Yeah, dont worry. If I propose, youll know it. For one thing, Ill be hyperventilating. A sly smile surprisingly erotic turned up his lips. And itll be a ruby.Rubies? No diamonds? Too dearly-won for the old writers salary, huh?He made a disparaging grunt at that. No, I just think diamonds are common, thats all. If I get married, itll be because something uncommon is occurring. Besides, you wear a lot of red, right? I know how important it is for your accessories to match.I snorted at that and let him draw me into the bed. He devolve asleep quickly, as always, but I lay there, touching the ring. Its metallic element had warm to my skin, and I could trace the dolphin and sapphires with my fingertip. The unpleasant memories the ring touched up hadnt abated, but somehow, lying in his embrace, they seemed a little less painful.Sleep finally came to me, and I immediately started ambitiousnessing the dream.I was back in the kitchen, surrounded by all the same vivid sights, smells, and sounds as before. My hands in the water. The scent of orange soap. Sweet Home Alabama.It was a repeat of what Id seen before, my dream-self washing dishes and humming along to the music. She glanced behind her into the other room. This was where th e dream had terminate last time. Now it kept going.A little fille sat in the animation room, about two years old. She was on a blanket on the floor, surrounded by stuffed animals and other toys. She clutched a plush giraffe in her hands. It rattled when she shook it. As though sensing my dream-selfs gaze, the little girl looked up.She had plump cheeks that hadnt quite lost their violate fat. Wispy, light brown curls covered her head, and her hazel eyes were large and inclose with dark lashes. She was adorable. Behind her on the couch, Aubrey lay curled up in a tight little ball. Another cat covered in orange-and-brown patches sprawled nearby. Id never seen it before.A delighted smile spread over the little girls face, creating a dimple in one check. A sizable gesticulate of love and joy spread through my dream-self, emotions that my watching self felt. I knew then knew in a way I couldnt explain but knew with absolute certainty that this girl was my daughter.I woke up.Jus t like last time, morning had arrived with almost no passage of time for me. Sunlight again poured through the windows, and beside me, Seth still slept. Also like last time, my energy was gone. I was drained.But the support of that missing energy was nothing compared to the ache I felt from being ripped out of the dream, of being stripped of the powerful emotions my dream-self had felt for that little girl. Her daughter. My daughter.No, that was unrealistic, I scolded myself. Succubi could have no children. Id left that pass behind when I sold my soul.It had felt so real, though. So intense. It was impossible for me to have a child, but in that dream, she had been mine. No doubts. Even now, I felt that maternal tug, and not having her here right now tore at my heart.And again, I told myself that was stupid. Dreams werent real. Thats why they werewell, dreams. And I had bigger problems to deal with. manage the missing energy.Beside me, Seth stirred and unconsciously pulled the co vers around him, leaving me uncovered. I yanked them back, and he turned toward me, opening sleepy eyes.Hey, he said. What gives? non you, apparently.Not you either, apparently.Hey, Im the evil one, remember?We chaffed a bit more and continued play tug-of-war with the covers. I put on a smiling face so I wouldnt have to explain my problems to him. Finally, I slipped away, though part of me wished I could stay in bed for the rest of the day. Dreaming. But Seth had writing to do, and I had an afternoon shift to work.Back home, I found Vincent up and around, making breakfast in the kitchen with Yasmine. They greeted me boisterously, giggling over some conversation that had occurred before my entrance.You want some eggs? he asked me, catching a wooden leg of butter tossed over by Yasmine. Presumably theyd gone grocery obtain since I hadnt had any butter in my kitchen before this. Or any food, really.No thanks, I said, settling myself on a stool. I already ate.Youre missing out, she said. Vincent makes eggs that are so decadent, theyre totally sending him straight to Hell.Setting a skillet on the stove, he turned on the burner, listening to the clicking sound made while the gas took a importee to ignite. Oh, its the eggs that are going to do it, huh? Last time you told me it was going to be my parking.The saints eyes sparkled with mischief. Shed pulled her sleek black hair up into a ponytail, making her look very young. Ironic, considering her age was beyond human or succubus comprehension.Oh, geez. Yeah. I forgot about that. Huh. Now theres a toss-up. Im not sure which is going to send you down below faster. Needing a stick of butter to cook two eggs or parallel parking troika feet from the curb.He jabbed her arm with a wooden spoon. Three feet? You know, Ive never even seen you drive a car. The only thing you drive is me crazy.Oh yeah, whatever. You were crazy before I ever came along.Glancing back and forth between them as they bickered further, I realize d theyd forgotten my presence. Feeling intrusive, I discretely backed away, down the planetary house and to my bedroom. Closing the door, I glanced in astonishment at Aubrey. She sprawled on my bed, warmed by a patch of sunshine.Has that been going on all morning, Aub?Yawning, she blinked at me with green eyes and then curled into a perfect neat ball similar to the position Id seen her in in the dream. She covered her face with one paw.Um, okay. This was unexpected. I mean, was I crazy? Or had theyhad Yasmine and Vincent been flirting? I mean, sure she was a friendly angel and everything, but thatyes, the more I thought about it, the more I believed they had been flirting. More than flirting. Weirder still, it hadnt been the kind of banter two people toss back and forth during the courtship level either. It was the familiar teasing of two people who had been together for a long time, two people so utterly comfortable in apiece others presence that they could almost finish each others sentences. It was like the phenomenon Erik had described with Seth and me.Theyre in love, I told Aubrey disbelievingly. She continued to ignore me.How did that even work? They couldnt be sleeping together. Id learned a while back that doing that would make an angel fall, and Yasmine was still clearly on the side of truth and justice. So what did that mean? Was it okay if an angel loved a human so long as they stayed physically apart? Something inside of me didnt think so. After seeing how prudish Joel had been, I felt pretty confident even a chaste love affair wouldnt fly with him or the others. So none of them probably knew, not even Carter. And honestly, I didnt know if I cute to know. I was a sucker for star-crossed lovers, but those relationships never actually ended well.Grabbing some clothes and heading for the shower, I realized I aptitude be witnessing a romance even more fucked up than my own. Whod have thought that could happen? I guessed with angels, miracles rea lly were possible.I finished showering and drying my hair, still pondering the puzzle of this love affair. I headed back out to the living room, wondering if Id find more flirtatious behavior. Instead, what I found was a familiar and unwelcome immortal signature. Slimy and musky.Niphon was sitting on my couch.