Pretty dark, kind of explicit. If you don't like this sort of stuff, I'd recommend some happier ficlets. Surely they'll soothe you!
In all honesty, I'd probably rate this half-way to R, only ff.net's new R-rated-stories-won't-show-up policy might make you miss it. That truly irks me. Especially since Meghan's companion piece "What Was" is also on ff.net, and won't make as much sense, or at least won't have the neat tie-in without this one.
If you want a more sober experience, read her's first then mine. If you want a more hopeful one, I'd recommend mine then her's.
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If only things had gone through, my dear. If only your guardian hadn't come back just then... What a pity indeed.
I had such plans for our wedding night.
I would have started it off normally, of course. Hiding in Bob's skin, cloaking myself in his platitudes. I would have had all night to work on turning your revulsion for me into worship, although I wouldn't have started on it immediately. No, I would have waited until we made love once at least. Then I would have waited until we were on a second round and I was sure you were enjoying yourself. *Then* I would have changed, pinning you like a butterfly to the bed. What would your face have looked like? Something similar to what I saw after my "final kiss" only worse, I imagine. I would have liked to watch your expression as I thrust into you. I would have liked to hold your face in my hand when I came.
The third time should have been most interesting, though. I would have analyzed the situation, perhaps shifting you around into a different position. Then I would have completed the infection I started soon after I arrived. My body is not the only thing my new powers learned to hide. Didn't you think you were a bit perhaps *too* happy on your wedding day? Happy while Bob was slowly fading away in a cold and silent room with no one to say goodbye? It pleased me to no end, seeing you all so cheerful, so complacent with the situation. Perhaps you'll question that once you can bring yourself to think about what almost happened again.
As for the infection itself... I had planned to take it slowly, building it up to match my own pleasure. And as it rose, I would have been able to control your body as well as your mind, forcing you to be stimulated, to be aroused. I would have forced your body to orgasm. I would have leaned down and kissed you just before my climax, just before I fully infected you and whispered, "When I come, so will you my darling. And I need you to say this for me when you do."
Then we'd both climax at the same time and, sobbing, your body feeling pleasure and your mind feeling pain, you would have had to tell me that you loved me.
Oh, Dot. Imagine what could have been.
The End