Alicia came back last night, and she invited me over after work today. Apparently she has something to do, so she's not coming to the office. I don't really have a lot to do, so my mind is wandering a lot to that weird feeling I've had the past few days, as well as grumbling about trying to decipher what Alicia meant when she texted a few days ago.

The day goes by uneventfully, and here I am. Standing in front of Alicia's door again. I've noticed I haven't called her a succubus for a couple of days? Which is weird? I mean it's equally weird that my brain just assigned her that tag without me even noticing, but she's been succubus for so long it's weird not to call her that anymore, but I just, automatically go to Alicia now? Weird things have been happening to me this week. I hope Alicia was right, and that she has some answers.

Entering through the door I see Alicia sitting on the couch in comfy clothes. I don't often see her in this, but she looks really good in that baggy sweatpants and sort of loose t-shirt. It's not really a t-shirt, it's like. Medium sleeve? It goes down to around her elbows. Somehow she can make anything look good. It's not as classy and formal as her office wear, her casual wear is also different, but no matter what attire she wears she still has this magnetic pull, and her eyes are still as sharp and full of universal knowledge as ever. Why am I getting nervous about being here?

"Dear little Eleanor, are you just going to stand there admiring the view?"

Admiring the view? Huh? My brain freezes and tries to fit that sentence into what I'm doing. Slowly scanning across the room I do realize yet again that it's quite beautiful, but I wasn't looking around the room when I came here though?

"Eleanor?"

"Oh uhm, sorry. I was distracted, you know..."

"Yes I do. It's one of the qualities I love about you. How you just get lost in your own world. I'm fairly certain I've said that before, and it's still not a problem dear."

Alicia walks up to me, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the couch. Her hand resting on my thigh, but I'm not really paying attention to that now. It's only been a week, but there's something different. Not about Alicia, she's equally as beautiful as she always is, her eyes are still so easy to get lost in as my entire being is affected by her gravity. No it's, something different? I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's like subconsciously my mind ha found a missing piece of a puzzle, completing it, but not yet revealing the image depicted on the puzzle.

"How do you feel? Still think you're getting sick?"

"Hm? Oh I feel..I feel."

Wait, what do I feel? I didn't notice until she asked but that weird itchy feeling went away when I saw Alicia, when she pulled me to the couch? Maybe what I was feeling was stress? I'm confused.

Alicia sighs, making me look at her and she gives me a guilty smile. Wait, guilty? Why would she be feeling guilty? Unless my Alicia facial translator program is completely off the mark.

"I thought that may be the case. Here, lay down."

She pats her lap and I look at her in confusion. For some reason I get the feeling of a cornered rabbit being lured in by a lion into a cave, but what would happen to the rabbit if it doesn't listen to the lion? Nothing good I assume. I follow her orders and lay my head down in her lap, and she starts gently stroking my hair. 

We lie there in silence for a few minutes, but it's not awkward. My mind is getting tired and I feel comfortable, safe. Again it's like that puzzle has been completed, but it's hidden behind a curtain. I know it's done, I know it's there, but I just can't see what it depicts. Without even realizing it I've snuggled up closer to her stomach, a smile on my face as I feel good. Wait, feel good? I really don't understand what's going on anymore.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhmmm." I mumble as I let out a yawn. Normally I would be cursing this succubus, trying not to fall for her vile tricks, but for some reason my mind is entirely occupied by the warm feeling inside me. I realize, I might have, missed Alicia. I haven't missed anyone before, as I haven't really been close enough to anyone to really know what this feeling is? I guess my closest comparison is when that noodle place went bankrupt and I couldn't order their food anymore. Oh my goddess. I'm comparing Alicia to food?

"Hey, Eleanor?"

"Hm?"

My mind is still a bit groggy, and words are hard to form when your brain is overloaded with, whatever this is?

"Could you sit up for a bit and close your eyes, I have a surprise for you?"

Ugh, I hate surprises, but I still do as she says. Reluctantly removing my head from her lap, I sit up and face Alicia. I stare at her for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the surprise is, maybe she brought a gift from overseas? I can feel the gravitational pull of her eyes, and I quickly look away, closing my eyes and sitting in half exasperation, half anticipation. I'm actually a bit excited, I don't know why.

A few seconds go by and nothing. Then I feel something warm on my lips. What is this feeling? This texture? Is this food? I open my eyes to see what she's trying to feed me. Only to realize she's not trying to feed me anything. Wait what is going on? My brain is freezing like a really old computer with a bluescreen, reboot, reboot. As Alicia leaves the proximity of my face I realize what just happened. She kissed me?

Alicia, this she succubus, just kissed me?

"How did that feel?"