Page 41 of Come Out, Come Out

It’s incredible how much Aiden and I have in common, which makes him the perfect person–or ghost, I guess–to spend Halloween with. We lay sprawled out across the blankets we’ve padded the floor with inside our fort we built as the sun went down. Binx stares up at the orange fairy lights I hung along the front, content as can be with our arrangement.

I feel a little guilty eating the candy and popcorn all to myself–it must suck to miss out–but Aiden assures me he’s just happy to be spending it with me.

And you alone.He adds on the crowded page of the notebook.

It feels like so long ago that everything changed on this very day when Aiden snapped and decided that I would be his or no one’s.

They were so scared.I laugh about it now.

As they should have been. I was fucking pissed that they just took off without you. What if I was some kind of demon or something?I can see the anger beneath the surface in the jagged edges of his usually smooth letters.

I’m really glad you’re not.I laugh again at the ridiculousness of this conversation.

Me too.The pen drops, but rises again moments later.If anyone ever tried to hurt you, they’d think I was one though.

I shake my head and turn my attention back to the TV. “Wait, okay, pay attention. This is one of the best parts.” I use one hand to grab a fistful of popcorn and reach the other over to Aiden’s general vicinity. As I settle back into the movie, I imagine his hand placed on top of mine. It’s not perfect, but this is our new normal.

December 25th, 2021 - TwoMonths Later

“Don’t peek!” I shout from the bathroom. I know I won’t be able to tell either way, but it’s the principle of the thing. I wait several seconds and then I fling the door open and kick one red-stocking-clad leg out. A second later, I come around the corner and lean against the frame. “Merry Christmas, Aiden.” I walk toward the bed and peer down at the notebook he’s scribbling in. Is it weird that I now look at pens fondly?

Merry Christmas, Skye.

“I figured since it didn’t really make much sense to get you a gift, I wanted to get you . . . something.” I gesture to the red satin lingerie set I’m donning. “I couldn’t quite bring myself to wear the hat, but you get the point.”

Aww, come on, I want to see the hat.

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes even though I can’t help the grin that’s plastered on my face. “Now sit back and enjoy your gift.” I bring my hands to cup my breasts, the smooth bralette teases my nipples, making them harden and I slowly slip it over my head. “Have you been naughty or nice?” I taunt as I crawl up on the bed then run my fingers up my thighs, raising the tiny matching skirt until my pussy peeks out just slightly.

The pen scribbles across the paper at near-lightning speed.Naughty.

I wouldn’t expect anything less as I sit up on my knees and shimmy the skirt further up my waist. Ever so slowly, I slide a finger through my center to gather the wetness that’s already dripping from me and draw circles around my pulsing clit. I stare straight ahead where I can see the indent in the bed and pillows. I love knowing he’s watching me as I touch myself.

Go on, little wraith, get yourself off.He writes.I want to watch you fall apart with my name on your lips.

I sink a finger inside me, but it’s not enough. I follow it with another for a few minutes while my other hand massages my breast. As I work myself up, I fall forward on the bed, careful to position myself so I’m still looking in Aiden’s direction. I add another finger then bring my other hand down to toy with my clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching. I start to grind my hips down against the fingers inside me as I chase the orgasm that’s so close yet so far.

I read Aiden’s next note through fluttering eyelids.That’s right, baby, fuck yourself for me just like that. Give all those fingers to that greedy pussy of yours and make yourself come.

I attempt to work the fourth finger in there, but just the tease of it sends me over the edge. “Oh, fuck, Aiden, I’m coming,” I cry out as I ride my own hand with reckless abandon.

When I finally come down from the high of my orgasm, I rinse off in the shower, then hop back in bed with a heavy sigh.

I miss you.I scribble into the notebook.

After several moments, he replies.I know, but we’ll see each other again soon.

You don’t know that.I write back.

It has to be true, little wraith. But in the meantime, there’s so much we still don’t know about each other. We can make the most of what we have.

I decide I don’t want to fight when this is the first decent Christmas I’ve had in a really long time.I suppose.Neither of us writes anything for a while, both lost in our thoughts, but then I realize he’s right; there are some very important things I don’t know about him.When’s your birthday?

Skye, I’m dead.

Okay, and? I want to know your birthday, don’t be weird.

I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. You’re the one who doesn’t celebrate it, which will be changing, by the way.

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