Devilla
I awoke early the next morning, to the feel of something soft and warm pressing against me. Or rather
someone
, and a rather naked 'someone,' at that. Lucy had apparently discarded her shift at some point after I'd fallen asleep. Which meant she'd either stayed awake long enough to see me off to the land of dreams, an embarrassing prospect, or she'd somehow undressed herself in her sleep... something I could honestly see her pulling off.
Regardless, I was currently graced with the admittedly pleasant, if somewhat dubious, honor of having her breasts thrust in my face.
"Lucy?" I whispered, not wishing to wake her, but rather wondering if she'd already awoken. The main response I received was from her nipples, which seemed to harden a little in response to my warm breath. Her breathing also hitched a little, as a soft moan came from her lips.
"Eena..." she murmured, her eyes still firmly closed. A moment later her legs tightened around mine. "Eat... so cute..."
I bit my lip to resist a repeat of our last night together, fighting back the urge to demand insight into her dreams. So far as I could tell, she was either dreaming of a sexual act, or - much more embarrassing - watching me eat. Either way, the cute snore she let out at the end was reason enough to let her stay asleep.
Alas, my forbearance heralded my downfall, for a moment later her sleeping arms wrapped about my head, and pressed it in between her tits. A pillowy grave I might have very well died in, had I not come to a rather startling discovery: I did not need to breathe. Or, at the very least, I could seemingly hold my breath indefinitely to keep from waking Lucy.
Of course, that wasn't to say that abstaining from oxygen was a pleasant experience. One did not suddenly cease two lifetimes of habit without some form of mental discomfort, even if my body itself made no protest. Still, if I had to choose between waking up the adorable snorer, and doing without a basic necessity of human life... Well, I wasn't really human to begin with, now was I?
In fact, the more I learned about myself, the less human - or demon, or even
mortal
- I felt. To think, even my memory would work so differently than that of regular people... Just how much did I differ from those around me? What startling discovery would come next? First my memory, now being able to live without oxygen - would I next find that my heart didn't even need to beat? Abigail had told me, once, that as an angel - a 'divine being' - I had power beyond mortal comprehension, but I don't think I'd ever really processed what that truly meant. How fully I differed from all those around me, and from the human I had been once upon a time.
Just how little did I actually know about myself?
"Mrrmmmm..." A sound came from above me. At the same time, Lucy's grip about my head tightened for a moment, pressing me against her sternum, before loosening up and releasing me altogether. "Eena...?"
Placing my hands upon the awoken redhead's shoulders, I gently extracted myself from within her cleavage, the better to grace her with a shaky smile. "Good morning, Lucy."
"...Are you okay?" she asked, all grogginess disappearing from her voice as she stared into my eyes, as if expecting to find the answers looking back at her.
"I'm fine," I promised her, shaking my head. At the same time, my smile became a bit firmer. "Or at least I will be. Your company is already making me feel better."
Lucy frowned for a moment, weighing the truth behind my words. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," I confirmed. "It was only some intrusive thoughts - the best cure for which is a good distraction. And I happen to find you rather distracting, even when you're clothed."
"Clothed...?" She looked down upon herself, taking in her naked chest with widened eyes. "Oh! I guess I got undressed in my sleep!"
"Let me guess - you normally sleep in the buff?"
Lucy nodded. "Yup! I mean, it feels good to just strip after a day in armor, you know?"
"I can't say I do," I admitted, shaking my head with a laugh. "But I also can't say I'm surprised. Somehow, sleeping nude seems very... you."
"I mean, it
is
something I do!" Lucy pointed out. "Though I'm not really sure how it's a 'me' thing, beyond that? But what about you? Do you sleep in clothes?"
"Not generally," I admitted with a shrug. "Though I can't say I've ever undressed myself in my sleep, on the few occasions I've worn something to bed."
"Maybe it's a sign of how safe I feel with you!"
"Or how horny you are," I teased, glancing down at her chest. Considering I was still eye to tit with her form, I had a rather good view of her perky nipples. "Speaking of, did you want to start our morning off with a bang? Or should we be thinking about traveling?"
