Mr. Gap's mania for showing up unannounced is not convenient when you're trying to get some alone time.
a/n: I dreamed this and I have to get it out of my mind somehow.
To be honest, when you tried to communicate that you needed to take a bath you didn't think any of those ghosts would really understand what you were talking about.
I mean, the idea of floral soap and sweet-scented shampoo falling through the rubble after the earthquakes sounded like a fantasy too good to be true, but the long hair of Mr. Crawling, Silvair’s, and especially Mr. Chopped's seemed really well-groomed not to have some method of cleansing from time to time.
Maybe the cute hair came in the immortal ghost package.
In any case, when you ran into Silvair and Mr. Chopped again you didn't let the opportunity slip away.
" Water here? big water conteiner, need rest my body. " Your attempt to explain a bathtub must have been clear enough, because Silvair soon smiled and repeated. " Water here. " And well, he led you to a worn room, with a bathtub that looked just as old. But with the feel of the dried blood on your skin and the disastrous hair under your hood, the slightly dull water filling the container looked all too tempting.
That the water was warm was a pleasant surprise, and that inside the creaky drawers of the old furniture in that same room were some things similar to what you found in Miss Blueclad's little cosmetic case was even more so.
Well, with your hair soft and smooth feeling on your skin, you lay down on the bed that Mr. Silvair prepared for you. Although it was thin, the nursing sheet felt incredibly comforting as soon as you wrapped yourself in it.
You sank into the pillow, sighed deeply, finally a proper rest.
Feeling the long minutes pass heavily, as you kept your eyes closed and crawled heavily on the mattress, side to side. A couple of tossing and turning, the occasional change of position, but nothing. Sleep seemed to flee from you.
You snorted. You clenched your thighs and somehow that pressure on your body made you remember "something".
It was normal, wasn't it? Even with so much time in that concrete maze you were still a cute human girl, right? So, one's needs were not going to disappear just like that.
Gently pressing your lips together, glancing sideways from left to right before focusing on the closed door of the room.
There was no one around, and it didn't look like there was going to be anytime soon, but still, you pulled the sheet over you, covering yourself a little more.
It will only be... A little bit.
You parted your thighs, hesitantly. Slow caresses sliding gently near your belly, your fingers fiddling at the edge of your panties, unsure of starting anything else.
You slide two fingers in a careful touch, still on the fabric. You caress over the division of both folds that you can feel covered. You sighed, your body was so tense.... As you retracted your legs upward, the massage traced gentle circles against your covered clit. Head slowly tilted back on the pillow as you purred approvingly, there we go.
Just playing some more, the fabric moistens with the passing of each caress and clings to your folds, you feel it perfectly.
Pressing the knuckles of your free hand against your lips, it's just you in the room, but still your voice is afraid to come out, only faint gasps accompany your labored breathing.
All the stress in you, all the tension in your muscles and the heaviness in your shoulders, melt away with each caress. " Yes, please, more. " You murmur impatiently, demanding of yourself, finally gentle moans accompany your whispers.
Carefully sliding the fabric aside, spreading your legs a little further apart. You slide two fingers along your folds, gently spreading them. Small spasms shake your pelvis and create a layer of lathered sweat as you focus on massaging the sensitive little button. Your touches lose rhythm and soon become messy, you chase the feeling of raw pleasure as you rub rapidly against your clitoris from side to side. Arching your back, your head sinks into the pillow, you're so close...
When a particularly overwhelming surge of pleasure makes you contract your thighs, trying to close them, you feel like you squeezed something cold between them.
Opening your eyes, stopping immediately and shrinking back on the bed. A succession of swift actions in just a second; you passed saliva, focused your gaze in the darkness, lifted the sheet.
" You give heart? " you grind your teeth, are you serious?
Your thighs still brush against the cheeks of the face staring at you through the darkness, under the blanket, and despite everything, you're so angry about your ruined climax that you press Mr. Gap's cheeks between your legs again, now on purpose and as some kind of punishment.
" No heart. You leave." You snort. Your cheeks are hot, more from embarrassment than from the sensations that filled your body a moment ago, but you only manage to feel anger rather than sorrow.
Mr. Gap's smile fades momentarily, dissatisfied with your response and with the fact that you seem annoyed, yet he blithely ignores your demand.
His dilated pupil drops down to your exposed sex, and his smile slowly grows again. Suddenly feelings of embarrassment at being so exposed hit you in an instant. How long had he been hiding there? The ghost nuzzles his cheek against your thigh.
" You angry? " he whispered smiling, looking at you again. Your brow furrowed a little more, you pursed your lips, that gesture only confirmed whatever Gap was thinking. " You angry." he repeated, and along with the touch of his cheeks, the sensation of two cold hands latching onto your thighs made you tense up once more.
" Me good, me help you. You not angry. " What is he...? His thumb rolled experimentally against your clit, you gasped. Another spasm tensed your pelvis, and Gap hummed approvingly.
So he was looking at you long enough to memorize your movements?
" Busybody... " You whispered in your own language, and Mr. Gap must have understood from your tone that it was some kind of reproach against him, because his cold breath as he laughed brushed against your sodden sex.
He tried to emulate your caresses, right from the start. He massaged cautiously, tracing slow circles around your most sensitive area. His remaining hand lazily caressed the inside of your thigh.
Your muscles continue to tense, your jaw still clenched as you lean back on the bed. The possible voyeuristic tendencies are too much to think about now, you need to relax and although the heat of embarrassment accompanies every inch on your skin you can't deny that you find it pleasurable.
Every encounter with that being was dubious, strange intentions where it sought to take something from you, or else gave non-expected help, but nothing even close to this.
You moan, his speed gradually increases and your heels rest weakly on the bed to push you against his fingers with a messy hip dance.
Nothing like it... His playful and teasing interactions are different, now he even seems a little docile, you feel him sighing against your wet pussy, kneading your skin.
For Mr. Gap there was nothing similar, the fleeting visits of humans arriving at the ghost apartments by mistake were nothing compared to... You. Now between his hands, soft and warm skin, he feels between his fingers the warm and malleable body of the new human, and even more, he hears the curious sounds escaping from you. Your sweet voice breaking into faint sounds that make him flutter a feeling inside him that he didn't even know he had. Every whimper of yours was now his, his alone.
Every now and then, the ghost's gaze would seek you out, watching you from below in anticipation of any other approving gesture, and his one visible eye would narrow a little more each time he heard you whimper.
A situation like this hadn't crossed your mind when you thought spending time alone would be a good idea, but, damn it, you needed attention badly, and knowing that someone else was giving it to you turn you on more than you wanted to admit.
Your eyelids closed, once again your body unraveled on the mattress as you purred warm moans against the pillow. Mr. Gap's movements were unhurried, lazy caresses that tended to the right places. You felt the little knot of burning tension begin to form in your belly once again.
His pace as he masturbated you was so leisurely, it took you a couple of seconds to notice that he had stopped. " Why...? " Your slightly hoarse voice murmurs barely, interrupted immediately as you feel a weight directly on your body, accompanied by a tug at the sheet to cover you completely.
The eye visible between Mr. Gap's messy locks of hair stares at you, face to face, him above you.
" Feel good? You give heart? " He asked once more, and though you would like to reproach him in some way for the second interrupted orgasm in this session, the way his pelvis rested against your crotch was taking all your attention.
" Feel good. " you affirmed, and you felt especially brave. " Me give kiss." You purred at him. Mr Gap's smile faded again, instead he tilted his head doubtfully. " Kiss not know. " you smiled.
Since he was in charge of pulling the sheet down, hiding both bodies, your hands slipped carefully over Mr. Gap's shoulders, wrapping around his neck in a cautious embrace. You had never felt anything beyond his face and arms, your curiosity fluttering with the same melting warmth in your body.
" Me teach you. " You spread your legs just a little further apart, just enough for his body to fit perfectly with yours. " Two mouth together. Not consume. " You clarified the latter with such a warning tone that Gap laughed, and in a way that relieved you.
So, you gently caressed the back of his neck, nudging him until the few centimeters that separated their faces were just a few centimeters shorter.
His lips were cool to the touch, yours pressed gently against his, and Gap, at the new sensation, sighed lightly.
When his lips parted you took the opportunity to trap the other's lower one between yours, you pressed gently, you felt Mr. Gap's body shudder slightly. " You consume me? " he murmured, and a tight-lipped chuckle tickled your throat.
" Not consume. " The tips of both noses brushed softly. When you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, pointing it out, you tasted just a bit of Mr. Gap's mouth.
" Together, use this. " Ready to learn, Gap mimicked the action, the pointed tip of its tongue poked out its lips and pressed gently against yours. The dilated pupils of the entity try to focus in the darkness, on your mouth. Cold wet sensation that makes your lips part after a gasp. Your tongue pokes out and seeks the other's, Gap stretches the slender tip around your wet little muscle, and you can't help but draw him closer.
Both mouths finally against each other, distanced only by the faint millimeters that both tongues take as they continue their disastrous play. You may not have given Gap permission to eat you, but he can taste you.
He pushes his slippery muscle inside your mouth, after strolling over your lips he continues to tangle against your tongue.
Your fingers roam the cool body, they wander cautiously along the slender curve formed by Mr. Gap's spine, his skin is exposed to your touch, and beyond the slightly gritty texture of his skin, his body feels strangely familiar.
You gasp once more as the playfulness of both your mouths takes your breath away, and you feel his tongue cautiously pull back.
You can't help but think of the abnormal length, and sinful ideas soon come into your head, hell, your legs come up to wrap around the ghost's hips, pushing the hard length in his pelvis against you.
Gap pulls away, a sly little smile accompanying his tongue still sticking out, now dripping a thin trickle of saliva.
" Me give kiss! " He hummed proudly, and in your precarious heated and needy state, you did nothing but laugh weakly and nod.
He wanted to take the reins this time? You closed your eyes, savored your own lips preparing for the second round of kisses... Which never came. Instead, you feel his figure descend again until his cheeks brush the inside of your thighs once more.
The soft sheet caressed your cheeks as soon as your back arched, after a long slide of the wet long muscle through your equally soaked folds.
" W-Wait...! " you whimpered. Gap's rough grip squeezed your thighs, holding your legs apart.
" Me helpful? " he asked, as the slender tip circled your clit demanding for attention.
Faint spasms cut your breath and made your belly thrust weakly into Gap's mouth, he mimicked his earlier sloppy kiss, by raw instinct closed his lips around your clit, the long, flat part of his tongue inside his mouth tasting along your exposed pussy until it cradled the sensitive little button in a wary lick.
He can't eat you, but he can taste you.
" Helpful, You good... S-So good. " There it is again, the knot of boiling heat and overflowing pleasure pressing against your belly. Once again your thighs try to close, but Mr Gap's hands are firm and hold both legs against the bed. The wet clicks of his mouth against your sex accompany your moans, and drown out any attempt at warning you might try to form between the incoherent syllables that break after needy whimpers.
You press your knuckles against your mouth again, but it is no longer enough. Your open palm hides your mouth and stifles the loud gasp of pure ecstasy that accompanies you as you spill against Mr. Gap's mouth, your hips lift with the last hint of strength as you squirt on his tongue, and what lucidity you have left is so little that nothing else crosses your mind to say, no more than faint whispers that try to be compliments. " Good, You... So good... " If it weren't for the fact that you feel Gap straddle over your body again, you might have actually fallen asleep.
Gap seems euphoric, smiling, tasting his lips as his long tongue continues to drip, your remains and his saliva mingling. If the dim light under the blanket allowed you to see his face in more detail, you'd bet his pupils are even more dilated.
His body pushes against yours, once again both pelvises fit perfectly against each other and even though you notice cloth covering him below the waist, you can feel him throbbing.
" Kiss? You give me kiss? " Oh. Goodness.
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