A/N: so one more install of the kiss me series, which I hope to finish soon. A lot of my other work is stuck on my laptop which I have yet to go get fixed and I'm just getting used to this Mac, so bear with me as I try to work on things.

Music this was written to- timestretch west coast lo fi remix.

/|||||| Why do you… Never Mind ||||||\\\\\

He'll lie there and you know it, all soft looks and wispy breathes and you'll like it.

You bastard, you know you'll like it like nothing else, except maybe his little moans that you want to hear for real, not just in dreams (God, what's wrong with you?)

You'll love him more than ever; you're sure of that, all he has to do is come to you. Has to come crawling to you like some little lost animal. Has to beg for it, has to be choking for it, has to be gagging for it.

What is wrong with you?

You know you want it too, some sweet little thing in you bed, but it has to be him, he's ruined you, you know that, but God don't you just want to ruin him too. Want to have him on his knees panting, want him moaning, pleading; you want everything, that's reasonable right?

You know it's reasonable for you, but it can be reasonable for him too right? Sure, you're sure, for sure, yes absolutely sure.

You real don't care do you?

That's okay you just need him, need to feel him slide against you, arch his back so hard its difficult to breathe. You just want him under you for real, to be able to hold onto sweat slick skin and taste his throat, you want him soft and sweet.

You can imagine him now, on hands and knees, you've never thought of him like this before, in this new and some how cruel position, before now.

You can just imagine him pushing back on your hand while to stretch as well as you can. The sweat will drip, drop onto the sheets, knees will dig into the covers and bed for a better angle, hips will thrust, his back would arch, you'd go deeper.

You can just taste it on the tip of your filthy tongue, his sweet, sweet taste, so young and ripe. You can see his body shiver so cool with sweat, so hot because of you.

If they knew what you dreamt at night, what you daydream about, what you think when he walks by all cute and innocent, they would slaughter you.

But tonight is no time to think of that; he just crawled in next to you, now you have to stop.

Stop thinking what you want to hear from his mouth, what you want to feel from his body, what you want to taste off of him.

Now you have to stop being what you fear most and be what he knows you to be. You have to be strong and resist, you have to hold him as he gets comfortable and lays closer still.

'Night Terra.'

And he dips closer with those two words to you, presses flush to you and says those two words to your ear.

'Night Ven.'

Not even sleep will hold your reprieve.