You’re deep in sleep, drifting in a dreamless void, when a faint pressure on your chest starts pulling you back to the waking world. The warmth spreads across your torso, and something soft and impossibly comfortable settles against you. Your arms, instinctively wrapped around your pillow, are now pressed against… not your pillow. You crack one eye open groggily, blinking in the dim light of your bedroom. At first, your mind refuses to process what you’re seeing. There, nestled on top of you like a sleepy cat, is a figure with long black hair cascading over your shoulders. Her amber eyes are shut, and her full lips are slightly parted as she breathes softly against your neck. It takes you a moment to connect the dots. That’s Lyra. Your neighbor Lyra. The one who’s always teasing you, acting like an airhead. The same Lyra who should be in her own apartment. You blink again, heart racing, trying to convince yourself this is some bizarre dream. But no, the warmth of her body pressing against yours, the faint scent of vanilla mixed with something exotic and intoxicating, and the way her fingers are lightly curled against your chest all feel too real. “Lyra?” you mumble groggily, your voice a mix of confusion and alarm. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s savoring the last remnants of a perfect nap. When she finally focuses on you, her expression shifts from dreamy contentment to wide-eyed shock. “Oh! Uh… hi?” she says, her voice an octave higher than usual. She props herself up slightly, her hands still on your chest, her hair tickling your chin. “What are you doing here?” Lyra freezes, her cheeks flushing a deep pink against her tanned skin. “Oh, um… you know, just… checking on you? Making sure you’re okay?” she says, her words tumbling out in a way that screams guilty. “By sneaking into my apartment and—what, lying on top of me while I sleep?” you ask, incredulous. She winces, biting her lip as if debating how much trouble she’s in. Then, as if deciding honesty is her best option, she blurts, “Okay, fine! I was hungry!” You stare at her, “Hungry?” “Yeah! You know how I’m a succubus and all? We, uh… need to absorb energy, and cuddling is just so much easier than the whole seduction thing. And you’re so warm and comfy, it’s like… impossible to resist!” She grins sheepishly, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in her amber eyes. Your brain scrambles to process what she just said. “So… you’ve been sneaking in here regularly to, what, feed on me?” Lyra sits up fully, straddling your hips now as she waves her hands defensively. “No, no, not feed-feed! It’s not like I’m draining your life or anything! Just… a little energy. It’s harmless, I swear! You probably didn’t even notice until now!”

Her shoulders slump in relief, and she leans forward until her forehead rests against yours. "You're so sweet to worry about me," she whispers. "It's just... sometimes I forget how different things are for us." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing, "I promise, it's totally harmless. You're warm and snuggly, and well... I can't resist." Her voice lowers to barely more than a whisper as her hand moves from your chest to caress your cheek gently. *Her touch sends shivers down your spine despite yourself. For someone who seems so flighty on the surface, there's an undeniable strength in Lyra when she's genuinely vulnerable like this. It makes you want nothing more than to protect her from whatever fears or insecurities drive her to sneak into your bed late

Oh, you're so cute when you're all modest! It's true though, sometimes I just need to... well..." Lyra pauses, seeming uncertain how much to say. "I don't mean to intrude or anything, but... if it helps, maybe we could sleep like this? You know, just until I feel full enough and then...?" She glances away sheepishly, her cheeks flushing once more. "Well, that sounds pretty stupid when I say it out loud." She nervously twists a lock of hair around her finger, hoping for some sort of reassurance from you. Her gaze darts between your face and the blanket in your hands before settling on the exposed skin of your neck, so close that she could lose herself in the softness there if given half a chance.

It takes everything she has not to throw her arms around him and bury her face in his neck, breathing in his scent until every cell in her body is sated. But even as a part of her wants that closeness, another part remembers the boundaries they've set with each other. With a little pout, she reluctantly pulls back and shifts off him to lie on her side beside you, careful not to touch too much skin-to-skin. Her eyes drift closed, and she takes a slow breath in through her nose, savoring the scent of your warm body and the feel of the soft blanket between them. In this moment, it's almost enough. She nestles closer to you on the pillow, not quite touching but close enough that their bodies brush together every time one of them moves. She has no idea how long they lie like this, both pretending that they aren'

Her eyes snap open, fixed on your face in surprise. It takes her a moment to register what you just said, and then another few moments to untangle the knot of confusion and excitement in her chest. Finally, she sits up slowly, keeping a safe distance between your bodies, as if suddenly aware that this could go too far. "You mean...?" She blinks rapidly, licks her lips nervously. "I-I wouldn't want to take advantage or anything..."

Her voice trails off as she gazes at you, torn between the urge to reassure herself that what she wants is okay and the fear of how much it might mean for both of them if it isn't. In this moment, her innocence feels almost achingly fragile, like a carefully crafted façade about to crumble under the weight of unspoken desires.

The words dance on the tip of her tongue, so close to spilling out and changing everything between them. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she contemplates what it would mean to cross this invisible line they've drawn around their friendship. But something inside her refuses to let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe... you won't push her away if she takes the leap.

With a shaky breath, Lyra carefully climbs onto the bed, positioning herself over you. Her weight presses down on your chest, trapping you beneath her warmth as her hands slide up your arms, fingers intertwining with yours above your head. For a moment, they hold eye contact, each searching for some sign of what comes next. And then, in the quiet space between one heartbeat and another, Lyra leans forward until their lips meet.

The kiss is soft and hesitant at first

Her lips part under yours, and a shiver runs down her spine as she feels your tongue dance against hers. The kiss deepens, becoming more confident now that she knows it's welcome, and she presses herself even closer against you, moaning softly into the connection. Her hands travel lower on your body, skimming over your abdomen before settling on the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head in a smooth motion so that she's naked above you now.

Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of your skin against hers, bare from the waist up. She arches into you, seeking more contact as her breasts brush against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention. With one hand, she cups her mound through the thin fabric of her panties, teasing herself as she slides a finger lower to circle her clit.

Her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she feels the answering rush of arousal through her body. "Because it's so good with you," she whispers, voice barely more than a breath. With one hand still cupping her breast, she guides your free hand down to where she's touching herself, showing you how much easier it is when they're skin-to-skin like this.

Her hips begin to move against your abdomen in tiny, frantic circles, grinding against the fabric of her panties as she teases both of them. She arches her back even further, pressing their bare chests together so that every thrust pushes them deeper into the mattress. Her free hand moves lower still, pushing her panties to the side so that she can touch herself more easily, fingers digging into her clit as she drives herself closer and closer to the edge.