(Non canon)Close My Eyes Forever

The two of you tumble through the door into room 405, groping and tearing at each other’s clothes like you’re trying to skin each other. Your entry into the lobby was very demure, and you quietly ascended the stairs (damn elevator is still on the fritz), but by the time you reached the 4th floor landing desire had grown too greatly and you both stopped resisting your more primal impulses.

No time wasted, you both hurriedly undress and tumble into the bed. Your lovemaking is frenzied, and all soon dissolves into fire and wetness and flesh on flesh as the two of you do your level best to meld two bodies into one. The slickness of Melissa’s burning gash welcomes your cock as you build a steady rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, her body moving in time. No words are spoken, just gasps and moans, until you bring her to her first climax. After her thrashing subsides she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. “**** me.” The words are the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard.

You don’t need a second invitation. Continuing with your measured thrusts, you wrap your fingers around her neck. Careful not to actually cut off her air, you instead press on her carotid, and are rewarded by her clawing at your back. Still pumping away, you take her to the edge of unconsciousness over and over, watching as her eyes grow glassy and her pale face turns purplish. Still, her body responds to your ministrations; she cums almost every time she nearly slips into oblivion.

Finally you feel that you’ve reached your own limit and start to speed up. Melissa gazes up at you, her lips parted, her hips grinding up at you in time. “Take me all the way.”

You both cum hard s her eyes roll back and she lapses into blissful unconsciousness, a smile on her full lips. This one wasn’t hollow.

“Jimmy for the two point conversion!”

Eris’ voice breaks through your sleep addled mind. You open your eyes and grin up at her. “Hey there.”

She snuggles up to you in the (at least now) empty bed. “Hey yourself. That was awesome babe! You transitioned perfectly. And you claimed another one! I like this one.”

“I think I do too.” You chuckle and kiss the goddess on the top of her artfully messy hair. “So I didn’t fuck up reality?”

“Well, you wouldn’t know if you did. That’s the way paradox works. Time has a sorta way of healing itself. Like the forty or fifty times someone’s gone back in time to **** Hitler or the seven or eight times that JFK didn’t get shot. Usually big changes have a way of erasing themselves.” She kisses your neck. “Unless, of course, there are outside forces at work. That can throw a real monkey wrench into things. But either way any paradox can be paradoctored. Although usually it takes a pair of doxies. And you have quite a few pairs now.”

You quickly grab her by the hair and pull her face up to yours, kissing her fiercely, “I think I’d like to add one more to the set.”

She kisses back. Apples and heaven. Then she runs her fingers down your chest. “Time for that later. You need to wake up. And I mean right now. I’m sorry. There was nothing I could do.”

You open your eyes in confusion at the exchange then come awake all at once with a start. The scene that greets you is horrifying in the ****. You immediately run to the bathroom and purge the contents of your stomach before grabbing your phone and calling all of the girls.

Melissa, or what used to be Melissa, hangs from the wall in front of the bed by a series of what appear to be railroad spikes. Her throat has been cut from ear to ear. Painted on the wall behind her in what must be her own blood are the dripping words “CLOSE MY EYES FOREVER” accompanied by a small stick figure drawing of a clown.

[AN: Um. Yeah. Sorry about the sudden **** and all. See I always intended for one of Jimmy’s girls to get fridged (comes from an old Green Lantern comic... Hal comes home to find his girlfriend dismembered and stuffed in his refrigerator... it’s a shopworn trope, true, but a good excuse to motivate your lead.). It was originally going to be Beth...

~W]