Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

That was it. She didn't know why, but it was the nail in her coffin, and she screamed into the mattress again as she came just as hard as before.
 
He let out a loud cry of bliss as he savored her climax for a moment, before he suddenly flooded her heavily again.
 
Layla had become incredibly nosey about what he was in to ever since. When he thought she was resting, she would watch him quietly as he browsed through his porn sites. A lot of the women were shaped...kind of like she was. Top heavy and wide in the hips. She wondered if he was always into women like that or if it was recent because of her. Nevertheless, she tried to learn discreetly what he liked.
One mid-afternoon, she looked over at him while he was keeping the house clean and cleared her throat.
"Koda," she started, "um...since we've been more comfortable being intimate with each other... would you mind if...sometimes I entered your dreams? To do more living stuff with you?"
 
She blushed more and smiled softly, keeping him company throughout the day. When it was time for bed, she laid with him and listened to him talk before he fell asleep. She was so embarrassed, but she moved closer and rested her head against his before shutting her eyes and putting herself in his dream.
They were in the den, having a normal day as they usually did. She looked herself over and saw she was her ghostly self instead of how she was when she was alive. "I still can't believe you like me like this.." She muttered shyly.
 
He wasn't really doing much, it seemed. This dream seemed a little lucid, but not everything made complete sense. He seemed to jump into conversation with her, talking about how nice it was to finally have a house for the two of them.
 
Didn't they usually just have it for the two of them? He hardly had friends over because of her. But, this was a dream, and not everything made sense. But she liked it, this nonsensical conversation he was having with her, and she did her best to keep it going. She was happy, so happy.
 
"O-Oh..." She became rather uneasy, "S-Sweetie, are you sure...you're ok being seen with me like this..?"
 
"I don't see a problem with it." He said, their date continuing like nothing was out of the ordinary.
 
She didn't really get him still. She still didn't understand why he liked her like this. All pale and ghostly. She had to be better about her self worth; if he liked her this way then she had to start liking it too.
She hadn't had coffee in well over fifty years, and was sad that she had forgotten how it tasted, so she only had the taste of water in her mouth. Maybe one day, if she was corporeal enough.
 
The date ended suddenly, flipping back to the house as he simply carried on with a conversation they had apparently been having.
 
This was so jarring; did it do this to him when she shared her memories? She felt bad, this was hard to keep up with. "Did you want to do anything, sweetie? I had a lot of fun on our date." She smiled.
 
Her whole face turned red, before trying to laugh it off, "Oh, no, you couldn't possibly want an old lady like me! I'm barely old enough to be your mother!"
 
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