Chapter 26: One More Day

The evening had been long. We'd eaten dinner together: takeout Chinese that none of us really tasted. We'd talked, reminisced, cried. Now we were in the living room, and it was time.

Ashley stood in front of Emma, tears already streaming down her face. I was on the couch, slouched, my body tense with dread.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Ashley said, her voice breaking.

Emma smiled sadly. "I'll be with you until the end. Even if you don't remember it after."

She stepped forward, opening her arms. Ashley moved into them, and they hugged. A real hug this time. Skin to skin. They stayed like that, eyes closed, holding each other.

I watched, my throat tight.

Then Naomi gently broke the hug, stepping back and wiping her tears. She looked emotional still, but there was something different in her eyes now.

Ashley collapsed onto the couch beside me, sobbing hard.

"Emma?" I asked.

She nodded, her whole body shaking. "Fuck," she gasped between sobs. "Fuck!"

Naomi looked at us both with compassion. "I'm so sorry about all of this," she said softly. "I hope I could help, even a little."

I looked at her, surprised. What memories had Emma left her with?

Naomi continued. "If you need guidance after your wife is truly gone, you can contact me. I mean that."

"You remember?" I asked, confused.

Naomi smiled. "I do. Emma knew I'd be okay with it."

She turned toward the door, then stopped, looking back at me. Her expression shifted slightly, gentle but stern.

"And for the record," she said, "I do not do bullshit new age stuff."

I let out a startled laugh despite everything.

Naomi nodded once, satisfied, and left.

Emma cried for a while, her body shaking with sobs. I sat next to her, not knowing what to do, just waiting. Eventually the tears ran out. Her breathing steadied. She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

After a long silence, she gestured for me to come closer. To hold her.

"It's okay," she said softly, trying for a joke through the lingering emotion.

I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her. And I was surprised by how much it felt like holding the old Emma. Ashley looked so much like her sister. The same blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same frame. Even her smell was similar. It was weird. But it was nice.

Emma sighed, leaning into me. "This feels right. This isn't home, but it feels like home."

I nodded, holding her tighter. "It's a bit weird for me. Holding Ashley like this."

She pulled back slightly, looking at me with a gentle scolding expression. Then she moved closer again, pressing herself against me like a lover would. Her hand rested on my chest.

"I'm still in love with you," she said firmly. "Even in this body. I still want you. Even in this body."

I nodded. "Yes, but… it's Ashley. She might not like the idea of us getting… handsy."

Emma scoffed. "I don't care. She kind of expected it might be part of it when she let me take over her body."

I blinked, surprised. I didn't really know what to think about that. But I was tempted. God, I was tempted. To just let go, to enjoy my wife. Not quite my wife, but close enough.

"It's fine," Emma assured me, reading my hesitation. "I'm Ashley right now. I'm telling you, it's fine."

Then she kissed me. Deeply. Her lips pressed against mine, her hand sliding up to cup my face.

I melted. With my eyes closed, I could swear I was kissing the body of my dead wife. Her old body.

Things started heating up. Her hands roamed. Mine followed. We shifted on the couch, her body pressing against mine, our breathing getting heavier.

I stopped her, pulling back. "Wait. If we do this… you'll recharge. You'll come back fully. It'll push back the fading."

She looked at me, her eyes clear and decided.

"One last recharge," she said. "Bring me back fully one last time. So I can be with you. For a day."

I didn't say anything. I just kissed her again, harder this time, my hands sliding down her sides.

She responded immediately, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt. I helped her, shrugging it off, then pulled her sweater over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her breasts were smaller than most of the hosts Emma had been in recently, but they were perfect. Natural. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

I cupped them gently, and she gasped, arching into my touch.

"Calvin," she breathed.

I kissed her neck, her collarbone, working my way down. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she moaned, her fingers threading through my hair.

It felt like Emma. Not exactly... Ashley's body was slightly different, a bit shorter, a bit leaner, but close enough that with my eyes closed, I could pretend. I could remember.

She pushed me back against the couch, straddling me, grinding against me through our clothes. I could feel how wet she was already, the heat of her even through the fabric.

"Bedroom," I managed.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Here. Now."

She stood up long enough to pull off her jeans and underwear, then helped me with mine. When she straddled me again, we were both naked, and the feeling of her skin against mine was overwhelming.

She positioned herself over me, her hand guiding me to her entrance. Our eyes locked.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," I said back.

She lowered herself onto me slowly, inch by inch. We both groaned as I filled her. She was tight, wet, perfect. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time, watching my face as she took me in completely.

For a moment, we just stayed like that. Connected. Her hands braced on my shoulders, my hands on her hips.

Then she started to move. Slow, rolling movements of her hips. Up and down, grinding against me at the bottom of each stroke. I gripped her waist, guiding her, but letting her set the pace.

"God, you feel so good," she breathed.

I pulled her down to kiss her, my tongue sliding against hers. She moaned into my mouth, her movements getting faster, more desperate.

I slid one hand up to cup her breast, my thumb circling her nipple. The other stayed on her hip, helping her ride me. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, wet and rhythmic.

"Touch me," she gasped, pulling back from the kiss. "Please."

I moved my hand from her breast down between us, finding her clit. She cried out when I touched her there, her movements stuttering.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Right there."

I rubbed her in slow circles while she rode me, watching her face. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. I knew that expression. I'd seen it a hundred times before in a hundred different faces, but underneath it all, it was always Emma.

She was getting close. I could feel her tightening around me, her thighs trembling.

"Not yet," I said, stilling my hand. "Not yet."

She whined in protest, but I lifted her off me, ignoring her complaint. I laid her down on the couch, positioning myself between her legs.

"I want to taste you first," I said.

Her eyes went wide, then darkened with desire. "Please."

I kissed my way down her body, taking my time. Her stomach, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs. She was squirming by the time I finally put my mouth on her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hands immediately going to my hair.

I licked her slowly, thoroughly, savoring the taste of her. Sweet and musky. I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue, then sucking gently. Her hips bucked up against my face.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Please don't stop."

I slid two fingers inside her while I worked her with my mouth. She was so wet, so ready. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers as I curled them, finding that spot that made her see stars.

"Calvin, I'm—oh god, I'm—"

She came with a sharp cry, her whole body tensing, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn't let up, keeping the pressure steady, drawing it out until she was pushing at my head, oversensitive.

I kissed my way back up her body. She pulled me into a desperate kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

"I need you inside me again," she said against my mouth.

"Yeah," I agreed, positioning myself.

I pushed back into her, and we both moaned. This angle was different, deeper. I could feel every inch of her around me.

I started moving, slow and deliberate. Long strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back.

"Harder," she urged.

I obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with more force. The couch creaked beneath us. Her nails scraped down my back, probably leaving marks.

"Yes," she gasped. "Just like that. Fuck, just like that."

I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips. My hips snapped forward again and again, and she met every thrust, her body rising to meet mine.

"I love you," I said against her skin. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too," she said, her voice breaking.

I felt her tightening around me again, getting close. I reached between us, finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

"Come for me," I said. "I want to feel you come."

"Oh god, oh god—"

She shattered, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard it almost hurt. The sensation pushed me closer to my own edge, but I held back. Not yet. Not yet.

When she came down, I slowed my movements, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

"Turn over," I said.

She did, getting on her hands and knees on the couch. I positioned myself behind her, admiring the view for a moment. The curve of her back, the shape of her ass.

I ran my hands over her hips, her waist, then gripped her firmly as I pushed back inside.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head dropping forward.

This angle was even deeper. I could feel myself hitting the deepest part of her with every thrust. I started slow again, but it didn't last long. The sight of her in front of me, the sound of her moans, the feeling of her around me… It was too much.

I fucked her harder, my fingers digging into her hips. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

"Touch yourself," I said. "I want you to come again."

She reached between her legs, and I felt her arm moving, knew she was rubbing her clit. Her moans got louder, more desperate.

"That's it," I encouraged. "Good girl. Make yourself come on my cock."

"I'm close," she gasped. "So close."

"Me too," I admitted. I was barely holding on.

"Come inside me," she said. "I want to feel it."

That nearly undid me right there. I gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her, chasing my release.

She came first, screaming my name, her whole body shaking. The feeling of her pulsing around me was too much. I followed her over the edge, burying myself deep as I came, filling her.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, trembling. Then I pulled out carefully and collapsed beside her on the couch. She immediately curled into me, her head on my chest.

I held her close, feeling her heart racing against mine, both of us catching our breath.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. We just held each other, skin against skin, in the quiet of the living room.

Finally, she lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she was smiling.

"Thank you," she whispered.

We stayed like that until our breathing slowed, until the tears stopped.

"One more day," she said.

"One more day," I agreed.

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