Out of the Darkness

141 Anna's POV

I could see the pain that he held behind that smile. "I'm ok. Maybe I shouldn't have moved as fast as I did," he replied. I didn't believe him at all. Something wasn't right with that injury. "What happened?" I asked. He cracked another grin, and I could almost see a memory of the one that I loved so much. "Would you believe me if I said that I fell down the stairs?" I laughed a little and shook my head, still weaving my fingers through his hair. "Not a chance," I replied. "Didn't think so," he laughed, then groaned a little in pain. "I got bit by a demon while in the demon realm. Not like I can tell a doctor that, so I'm using some salve that my new buddy, Ash, gave me." "Ash?" The Demon Realm?" Are you crazy?! What the hell were you thinking?!" My fingers froze in his hair, as I basically yelled at him. The name, Ash, somehow seemed familiar, and I got a spotty memory of lanky guy with long, blonde hair. "Oh, yeah," he muttered, looking away from me. "So, I might have went to the demon realm, by accident, when I was looking for a way to communicate and help you. It's fine though. I'm fine. Really," he added, when I just looked at him with skepticism. I shook my head. "No, I don't think you are. This wound isn't okay, Colby. This is serious," I answered, about to launch into a full blown rant on how he had been incredibly stupid. "You can't just do- I don't want you to do-" "Hey," he said, putting his good hand on my cheek, cutting me off. "I just wanted to help. I will be okay. I always am. I promise." I felt a tear slide down my cheek, as I stared into his crystal blue eyes. "I can't lose you," I whimpered. Something felt wrong, with me telling him that. I felt like I shouldn't be saying anything like that to him, for some reason. I vaguely remembered thinking that I had to make him leave me alone, but why would I do that? I was fairly sure that I was in love with him. I never wanted him to leave me. "You won't," he murmured, before pressing his lips to mine. I gripped his hair tightly, and put everything that I had into the kiss, pressing my lips more firmly to his. I needed him. My hand moved from his hair, and helped the other start pulling his shirt up, so that I could feel his warm skin. After a moment of me struggling with it, he growled into my open mouth, then broke the kiss. His eyes had darkened with need. He took care with his bad arm, so I helped him take his shirt off. Then, I pushed him gently back against the couch, and crawled into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers bury themselves in his hair, before crashing my lips against his once more. He gripped my hip roughly, keeping his bad arm resting on the arm of the couch. I didn't know what was happening inside of me, but I knew that I needed him. I needed to feel his hands on my body, on my skin. I had no clue how long I would stay corporeal, so I wasn't going to waste another moment with him. It didn't matter that I was a virgin. It didn't matter that I was a ghost. All that mattered was how he was making me feel right then. I instinctively moved my hips, grinding against his lap. I gasped into his open mouth, when I felt the evidence that he wanted me just as badly. I broke the kiss then, and started taking off my jacket, watching him as I let it hit the floor. "Are you sure?" he asked, watching me start to lift my shirt. I stripped it off, and let it fall on top of my jacket. "I've never been more sure of anything," I answered. There was still this feeling that something was wrong, in the back of my mind, but the way he was looking at me, admiring me, drowned it out. I shifted on his lap, pulling my skirt up around my upper thighs. He glanced down, then back up, meeting my gaze. His pupils started blowing out, then he bit his lip. "Anna, you're a virgin. And a ghost. I don't know if-" "Shhh," I said, putting my finger to his lips. "This is my choice. I'm not a ghost right now. I died, still being a virgin. I'm being given a second chance. Are you really going to take that away from me?" Those weren't the right words. That was all wrong. I didn't want to coerce him into having sex with me. I wanted him to do it because he wanted too. Why did I say that? I could see the battle going on inside of him. He wanted too. I could see, and feel that. His hand snaked around to my back and pushed me to him. I relished in the feel of his chest touching mine. Before long, he pulled back, and started to undo his jeans. I watched, not feeling the slightest bit of shame. Knowing that I should have. I wanted to wait until marriage. I never got that chance. I was ready...wasn't I? I needed him. He could never leave me. He situated me on his lap, then pulled me back down for a kiss. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips against mine, his body beneath my own. Then he was gone. I couldn't feel him anymore. I opened my eyes, to see what was happening, why he was waiting. He was just staring at me, shock on his face. "What? Why'd you stop?" I asked, confused. He shook his head. "Because you're not solid anymore," he whispered, motioning down to my legs, with his head. I glanced down and saw that I wasn't sitting on his lap anymore. I was sitting in it. I had went completely through him. "Hold on," I said, then closed my eyes to concentrate. I had to be corporeal for this. I needed this. I tried to manifest it, concentrating so hard, I think that my head would've exploded if I had been alive. "Fuckin' A," I exclaimed, frustrated when I saw that I was still very transparent. I floated up and off of him, then over to the sliding glass door in his room. I couldn't see the stars very well. It was an exceptionally smoggy night here. "What happened?" I heard Colby walk up behind me, so I turned to face him. "I don't know," I almost cried. "Everything was fine."