Ryan heard hurried footsteps coming up the apartment stairs moments before the impatient knocking on his door. He paused the TV as he rose from the couch to answer.

  Must be Violet. Why’s she in such a hurry?

  He opened the door to find her leaning forward on her elbow against the door frame, face flushed and breathing hard. Was she… crying? Startled, he moved out of the way to let her in and followed her back to the couch, stepping over the black coat she shed onto the floor. She curled into a ball on her side, still breathing heavily. He sat down above her head, listening to her breathing slow.

  “Did something happen?” he asked.

  For a moment she didn’t reply. Was she mad at something? Should he put his hand on her? She uncurled slightly as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and looked up at him.

  “I– I humiliated myself on the bus,” she eventually said, squeezing her eyes shut again. “I think something is wrong with me.”

  “Humiliated? What happened?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  The hand she’d wiped her cheek with rested on the couch in front of her face while her index finger nail picked at the seam of his jeans in a fidgety sort of way. Ryan decided that was a good sign he could rest his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. He’d never seen her quite so upset and was relieved the tension seemed to be passing.

  Her hair was strewn around her head, a few strands laying in front of her ear, across her warm, flushed cheek. As he moved his hand to pull a strand near her eyes back he noticed many of them were white. They almost seemed to shimmer by contrast in the early afternoon light. He hadn’t noticed that before.

  A minute or so passed, then Violet shifted, meeting his gaze as she sat up. Without saying anything, she lifted her knee up and across his legs, coming face to face with him as she sat on his thighs. In a continuation of the same motion she kissed him, arching him back slightly against the couch cushions. It was a passionate kiss, her cool saliva sliding into his mouth with her tongue. He followed with his own, meeting her soft but deliberate pressure for a moment before her tongue slid past and around to meet again in a new position.

  He could feel the heat radiating from her face, her damp cheek brushing against his nose, her warm breath against his, her soft lips each time she pulled back in the motions of their kiss. She smelled softly warm and sweet. Like vanilla and comfort, whatever that smelled like. She was what it smelled like. He started to breathe more quickly, matching her rhythm. He wasn’t sure when he had gotten hard, but he was suddenly aware of the hot pressure straining against her thigh through both their jeans.

  As though reading his thoughts, she slid back to kneel between his legs and reached for his belt. Her delicate fingers pulled awkwardly for a few seconds, but gratefully moved aside when he reached to do it himself, lifting his hips as he did so to slide his pants and underwear down. His cock sprung free with a smack, leaving behind a tiny shimmer next to his belly button before it stood upright. He could feel it straining to get even harder, involuntary contractions making every vein swell and fill him with heat.

  He inhaled as her cool fingers closed around that heat. Violet looked up, seemingly to peer into his soul with a hungry expression as her grip tightened. The pressure ached as she slowly squeezed tighter, and he felt his hips push toward her slightly in response.

  He’d never felt this intensity between them before. Ryan had had enough make-up sex in his life to know that strong emotions could add a different dimension to the act. Was something similar was happening now? He didn’t know what started this or what was going to happen next but in that moment he would do anything she wanted. And what she wanted became extremely clear as she released her grip and began to undress, turning to the wall beside the tv and leaning forward slightly with her hands out for support, just enough to expose herself to him. Her inner thighs were glistening, as was everything in between.

  He swallowed and stood, reaching down as he approached to place his hand on her. Squeezing gently, he slid his thumb around the inner curve of her butt until it came to rest in the soft, pillowy space between her thigh and cheek. He squeezed a little harder and she moaned, pressing back against him. Moving his hands to her waist, he moved forward to meet her, and, together, they squished his cock between them. She felt hot, despite his own throbbing heat.

  “What are you waiting for?” she whined softly.

  Fuck me, he thought in awe.

  As he pulled back slightly he felt a slick, cool sensation. Realizing he was now dripping as well from being pressed up against her, he reached his hand down to collect Violet’s slippery wetness on his palm, then slid his hand down his cock. He still felt like it was doing its best to explode, an effect now visually amplified as he held the base and watched his now glistening veins bulge. Then, he pushed into her until she was filled completely.

  Violet moaned as he entered. He could feel her squeezing rapidly around him as he continued to lean into her, watching her back muscles move and her hips twitch slightly. After a few moments her contractions were in time with his, squeezing back as he pulsed every second or two.

  Ryan moved his hands back to her small waist and started thrusting hard, while a corner of his brain wondered why he’d forgotten to get a condom. They’d been good about using them before. It was probably fine. They’d been seeing each other for a few weeks at this point. It was too late now, anyway. And she was on birth control. Probably. And he was already close.

  As he came he heard Violet gasp. Thinking he’d pressed her into the wall too hard, Ryan put an arm around her chest and pulled her close. She was quivering, her head turning slightly to press her forehead to his cheek as she reached up to hold his head in her hands. No, she came too, that was it. Probably. They stumbled forward slightly, leaning against the wall again, this time with some of their weight on his forehead and shoulder, and her standing almost normally between him and the wall.

  “I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she said softly.

  “I can feel you too.”

  “No, I mean– never mind,” she paused. “You’re really hard.”

  “Yeah, it kind of hurts a little,” he let out an amused chuckle.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh, sor–” he started to pull out but she pulled his head closer, stopping him.

  “In a good way.”

  “Right,” he agreed.

  Her breath slipped softly from her lips and her eyes fluttered shut as he slowly pressed fully inside her again. They shared their throbbing and constricting sensations for a minute before Violet whispered, “Fuck me again.”

  The most sensitive period had passed and they’d only truly been at it for a few minutes the first time around. The flicker of a worry he’d had about finishing too quickly vanished, replaced by a similar flicker of pride. She had seemed to melt in his arms the first time, and she already wanted more. And he was going to give it to her.

  They repeated the scene in much the same way, though it took a few minutes longer this time. She moaned and trembled again as he came and he had the impression she would have crumpled to the floor if he wasn’t supporting her. Fortunately, she didn’t need too much support, as he was feeling a bit more winded now.

  He slid out of her as he shifted her weight a little to indicate he wanted to turn her around. He was still as hard as when they started. Harder, even. As she turned and met his gaze he nearly yelped. She was smiling contentedly at him, and her irises were burning with an intense purple glow.

  “The hell– Your eyes!”

  Violet felt her entire body light up with another orgasm.

  She was now certain she could somehow feel exactly what Ryan was feeling. The same spike of pleasure from that morning had rushed through her with each of his orgasms, far more intense this time around. It was strange, and wonderful, and much clearer than the brief glimpse she had that morning.

  That pleasure swept over everything she was feeling from her own body, sending her flying over the edge of her own orgasm, one she was much more familiar with, spreading from her core to bounce all over her body. She’d felt him throb as if his parts were her own, as if his whole body were her own, the most unfamiliar piece of which currently buried in warmth by a space occupied by the wall, or so it seemed. She knew from his perspective that it made more sense. She felt the satisfying feeling of her own body squeezing back against that pulse. She’d almost tried to tell him, but decided against it. How could she even explain? It sounded insane. Besides, all she’d really wanted was more.

  And she’d gotten it, feeling both his side and her own of every thrust leading up to the second orgasm he was now pouring into her. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world, two overlapping orgasms fading into afterglow while his heat spread through her body, every inch of her tingling with warm relief. It was a kind of bliss she’d never experienced before, and all she wanted was just a little bit more…

  She felt the wonderful fullness slip out of her as he turned her from the wall to face him. Her skin tingled. She looked up into his eyes and simultaneously saw and felt shock. The sharp and unpleasant emotion sliced into her afterglow like a knife, leaving her startled.

  “The hell– Your eyes!”

  “Wh– What?”

  “Look!” He was pointing toward the bathroom, and seemed more than a little freaked out. Apparently, so freaked out she couldn’t help panicking a little herself.

  Her quivering legs took some convincing but she stumbled out of the living room. As she approached the bathroom door she stopped. Her chest was bouncing. She looked down as her hands came up to see each holding a handful of boob.

  What the hell?

  Violet hurried to the mirror and leaned in over the counter. Her normally grey-blue eyes were glowing with an intense purple hue. Leaning until she was nearly touching the mirror, she stared at one of her irises. The purple glow seemed to be a moving ring around her pupil, flickering slightly in all directions like liquid, purple fire. The outer edge of her iris seemed to be moving similarly, an inky black ring which threatened to spread out into the white of her eye.

  What the…

  The glow was fading. Had it been even brighter when Ryan first saw? It didn’t make any sense. Should she tell him she didn’t see anything? It was already nearly gone. That was probably the easiest thing to believe. Never happened!

  She turned to see him beside her in the doorway, overwhelming concern on his face.

  “I– I don’t know,” she said.

  Ryan started rubbing his eyes with his thumb and middle finger. He looked wet from the cock down, and was still hard. Eventually, he shrugged with an exasperated motion that seemed to say, I have no idea what to think about this. “I need to get ready for work.”

  “Right. My clothes are already a mess. I’ll just shower at my place,” she replied.

  He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything else. Violet returned to the living room to get dressed, hearing the shower start behind her. As she reached for her underwear she noticed the light glint off of a small puddle on the floor by the wall and decided to grab a handful of paper towels instead.

  At least it’s not carpet, she thought, bending down, noticing the wall was kind of a mess too.

  “Does this glowing eye thing have anything to do with the bus incident you were upset about?”

  Ryan’s frustration at not being able to reason about the situation seemed to have resolved into, what are you hiding from me?

  “No!” she said, surprised at how defensive she sounded. “Or, I don’t know. Probably not. This is the first time I’ve seen anything like that. And I said I didn’t want to talk about the bus.”

  Now she was annoyed. And scared.

  “Why the hell not? You leave work early, come in crying about being humiliated, then without a word you dive straight into sex? And suddenly fiery, glowing, demon eyes?? What the hell am I dealing with here?”

  “Demon?!”

  “That’s what it looked like!”

  Violet rolled her eyes in frustration, but she was starting to realize how quickly their interactions were escalating. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m going home.”

  She got dressed and left. He was still standing there with the water running in the background as she closed the apartment door behind her.