Between Somewhere and Nowhere

Chapter 12: A Homecoming and an Adventure

Mary's dreams were full of hulking Soul Eaters, vengeful angels, and hissing snakes. A shimmering doorway loomed ahead of her but when she ran towards it, it only seemed to move backwards. Transcension was just within her reach but also firmly outside of her grasp. Confused, Mary spun around looking for answers, and was met with a mirror. Staring at her own image, Mary's eyes widened as the mouth opened and called her name.

"Mary...." Lilith reached out and brushed her fingers against Mary's cheek. "...Mary you're dreaming, wake up."

Mary groaned, heavy with her dreams, and turned away from Lilith, shoving her ass into the crook of Lilith's lap and curling her hands under her chin. Teetering on the edge of sleep, not fully present in any world, floating on the willow-wisps of her imagination and anxiety. The mirror was gone but the Soul Eater was back and Mary curled up tighter against Lilith, whimpering, trying to get away from her memories of Limbo. Her features screwed up in a deep frown, her fingers clutching at each other in fear.

The cool air moving along her collarbone finally roused Mary enough to open her eyes and squint into the darkness at Lilith looking down at her, slowly unbuttoning her flannel nightgown. Gasping softly, Mary reached up to grab Lilith's hand and still its movement; "What are you-"

"Mary, outside of these walls is not just oblivion, it's a danger worse than death itself. We have nothing but this - what contains us keeps us free. Within the freedom of our boundaries, all we have is each other. I brought you back to have the experience of you, likely a joy I've never experienced before. Are you willing to explore the unknown with me?" Mary relaxed as she looked deep into Lilith's blues eyes.

Swallowing, Mary whispered, "I'm scared."

"Don't be. Don't I...." Lilith motioned to the face and body that mirrored Mary's exactly, "...know you better than any ever has?"

Mary snorted softly, "That in itself makes this even more....strange."

Lilith leaned forward, her hot breath against Mary's ear caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end and the shiver it initiated shuddered through her entire body, "Then close your eyes."

Mary closed her eyes and reached out to sink her hand into Lilith's thick mane, curling her fingers around the demoness' neck and pulling her mouth from ear to lips for a kiss that sent stars exploding behind her eyelids. Her breath stolen, blood rushing through her veins, heart pounding, Mary swooned. As she attempted to recover from the kiss, Lilith moved on to press her warm mouth against the curve of Mary's neck, the ridge of her collarbone, and against each revealed piece of skin as she unbuttoned the flannel gown slowly, one button at a time.

As the flannel gown fell open and goosebumps sprinkled across her flesh, nipples hardening, Mary felt both on fire and frozen. Lilith's mouth made her quake, causing a swell of emotion to bubble within her and she closed her eyes against the tears that welled within them. This is what she'd been missing - the razor's edge; Lilith was both intriguingly dangerous and comfortingly familiar. There were no pressures or expectations from third parties; no parents or religious institutions pushing marriage, the purity of the moment couldn't be spoiled by Mary's anxiety over whether it was the proper fit. She had no one to impress or satisfy, this moment was just hers.

Lilith's teeth dragged across the skin on her hip, making Mary shudder and twist away from the brunette with a soft moan of protest. She felt the demoness grin against her skin as she gripped her firmly, holding her in place. The loss of control and the surrender she allowed herself to offer freed Mary and she began to soar as Lilith's lips grazed over her hip bone and lowered into the crease of her thigh. Moaning, desperate for connection, Mary buried her hands in Lilith's hair and pulled her to the apex of her thighs, gasping sharply as the heat of Lilith's mouth matched the heat at her core. Mary struggled to process what Lilith's tongue was doing to her just as much as she struggled to process her feelings about it, until finally she emptied her mind and gave into the sensations lifting her up towards oblivion.