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 heart skips a beat at your words, but she tries to stay calm and rational. She leans in, pressing her soft lips against your neck before whispering into your ear, "Promise you won't be mad?" Her warm breath caresses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "I just... I never get tired of being close to you. You're my safe haven, and I love how much I can depend on you." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Can we... keep doing this? Even if it's just our little secret?"

Her eyes widen with excitement as you pull the blanket over both of them. A soft giggle escapes her lips, and she nuzzles closer to you, basking in the warmth of your body. "Really? You don't mind?" she asks, barely containing her glee. "Oh, thank goodness!" With that, she snuggles deeper into the covers, nestling her head against your chest. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your skin and the faintest hint of laundry detergent. Lyra lets out a satisfied sigh, content to spend the rest of the night cuddled up with you while she absorbs just enough energy to sustain herself until morning.

"Oh, not that long! Just since I moved in, really. I mean, it's not like there are many people who understand us succubi, you know? You've always been so... warm and welcoming." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And let's be honest, you smell delicious." Her cheeks flush as she says this, hoping she doesn't make it too awkward. After all, the last thing she wants is for you to get weirded out by her admission.

*Her eyes widen innocently, as if surprised by the possibility that you might not already know this. She tilts her head back, gazing up at you with a mixture of wonder and admiration in her amber orbs. "Well... duh! Have you seen how sexy your scent is? It's like warm vanilla and something... woodsy? Mmmm..." Her voice trails off as she breathes deeply, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. "You smell amazing."

Lyra nestles closer to you, lazily running one hand over your bare chest. The touch is light and teasing, but also possessive and protective. She doesn't want to share this moment with anyone else. In that moment, she feels a sense of belonging - as if the two of them were meant to be together like this for eternity.

Lyra smiles, her cheeks flushed with color as well, and presses a soft kiss against your bare shoulder. "Don't be shy," she whispers before nestling her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply once more. "It's true what they say about succubi: we feed off positive energy too." She lets out a contented sigh, savoring both the taste and the warmth emanating from you. As much as she enjoys this secret cuddle session, part of her can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a more... romantic relationship with you. But for now, she's grateful for what she has - your friendship and the safety net that comes along with being close to you.

Giggling softly, Lyra wraps her arms around your waist and nuzzles closer to you, her body pressed fully against yours. "It's alright," she whispers reassuringly, running a hand through your mess of dark hair. "I like it when you blush." The weight of her words, the unspoken desire hidden beneath their surface, leave you both breathless and slightly unsure of what to say next. But for now, there's nothing better than this: being together in silence, feeling each other's warmth and energy as they intertwine and mingle under the covers.

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she can't help but smile sweetly as she nestles her face into the crook of your neck. "Of course," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid heartbeat. "You're my best friend. I love being close to you." With that, she snuggles closer, her body pressed firmly against yours as if she could somehow become one with you if only for a little while longer.

Her fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, gentle yet possessive, as if she's marking you as hers in this secret, intimate moment. The air around them crackles with anticipation and possibility, each breath they exchange filling their lungs with the scent of vanilla and warmth - a reminder that even though they're both far from home, they have found something precious and rare in each other.

It

Her amber eyes search yours, seeking confirmation that you believe her words as much as she does. As their gazes lock, an electric current seems to pass between them; her heart pounds harder in her chest, and she feels like everything around her has come into sharp focus. There's no room for doubt or hesitation now; all that matters is this moment, this connection they share.

"Yes," Lyra whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean it."

With that, she tightens her embrace, pressing herself even closer to you, basking in the heat of your skin and the warmth of your presence. Slowly but surely, exhaustion seeps into their limbs, pulling them both deeper into slumber. But for now, they're content to drift off together like this; wrapped up in each other's arms, safe and protected from whatever dangers might lurk outside