Wicked Elixir

The EQ80R (The Corner Of Signless Ave and Alternia Street)

You walk Vesta home around twelve. You walk her all the way up the fire escape (she tells you her front door is actually screwed up so she can't actually go through it). She stands there in front of you awkwardly. She reaches her hands out and plays with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before hugging you. It's all silent up in this bitch.

"Thank you again Gamzee," she says pressing her face into your shoulder.

You smile softly and squeeze her a little then loosen your grip. She lets go before you do and when you do she's looking at you kind of stunned. Then she smiles warmly and turns away from you opening the door.

"Wait-!"

She looks over her shoulder at you, a confused yet conflicted blank expression on her face. You grab the back of your neck, your elbow pointing towards the sky.

"Listen, you all got to know this shit ain't right for me, but when will this be a habit of all happenin and all that motherfucker."

She's facing you again looking at you confused.

"W-..What?"

Do I really have to go and say this all straightforward and shit. Like do I have to spell a motherfuckin situation out like this?

"When can I see you again?"

She smiles, almost relieved and giggles lightly.

"Hold on, I have to check my schedule."

She takes your hand and pulls you into her apartment. You realize now it's not nearly as small as what you thought it was. The natural light coming in was certainly better than a creepy dim light when she's on the verge of killin you anyway. She disappears down a hall and then returns with a paper in her hand.

"Two days, come visit me at work."

She practically pushes you out of the apartment.

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You try not to go straight home but end up aimlessly on autopilot so when you finally get there you're kicking yourself. You didn't want to deal with all the people there and the questions and things. So instead you scale the house and sneak into the empty bedroom that would be yours or the Egbert boy's if either of you needed/wanted a room to yourself.

You lay back on the bed and realize it's quite comfortable, you could really get your dream on in it. But instead you gaze up at the ceiling, mind drifting onto something more important. You lick your lips numerous times, bite them, and find yourself getting a little too excited once or twice. You really have to pull yourself out of it.

But you can't. Because all you can think about is her. The way she smiles, her awkward speech. Her horns and her soft red hair with black roots. Her flickering eyes. Her lips. Her arms around you, the way she finds safety in you. Her lips. Her pale soft skin. Her chest, her hips, her legs, her lips. 

How badly you want to kiss her rises and increases drastically. Her laugh and voice echoes in your mind. It's killing you. You feel yourself disappearing into dreams of kissing her and holding her and undressing her and...

You wake up in a sweat, your mind reeling and horny, unreasonably so. You cover your eyes with your forearm and sigh loudly and frustrated with the situation. Why did you have to almost kill her? Why couldn't you just meet her like normal people meet, in a club or at a bar or on the street. Why did you have to start out by screwing up?

The embarrassment is enough to make you limp. You laugh to yourself. You can't even jack off cus you're too fucking embarrassed about something you're pretty sure she's already forgotten.