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"It's just weird," he confesses to Laura and his mind seems to grasp on to something and if he were to only pull it closer he could follow that thought, but Laura's laugh shatters his feeble concentration.
"Oh Marcus, what silly thoughts you have." She pushes the door close behind her and drops the bags she'd been carrying. "Now wouldn't you rather have some fun instead of chasing wild ideas."
She is close now and he can smell her perfume, like seaweed and dried salt, and he smiles back at her. "I thought we had plenty of fun today, but I am always game for whatever you have in mind!" he manages to pull out his best sales voice, covering up the sudden nausea in his belly well.
Laura leans forward and tugs at his lapels. "Well in that case," she says coyly, "wouldn't you like to kiss me?"
Marcus sputters, he isn't proud of it but he does. It's certainly a turn of events he hadn't expected. "I- This isn't- Look-"
Laura raises an eyebrow and then raises a finger to his lips to shut him up. "Well?"
He finally manages to catch himself, still mumbling behind her finger before nodding.
"Good boy."
Her kisses feel like drowning, but denying her would be even worse, so he doesn't stop even when he starts feeling dizzy from it. And its not the dizziness from books or movies or the kind people talk about when being in love, it's the fuzziness of lack of oxygen, the start of a panic attack.
She walks him to his own bedroom, pushes him down on the bed and he uses the time to take a few gulping breaths and tries to focus. Everything is still fuzzy at the edges, the only thing clear is Laura and somehow she is too much, too vast like he only perceives a tiny bit of her.
She climbs on top of him and presses her hands down on his chest and it feels like the pressure of water pressing down on him.
And finally, finally something clicks in his head. Panic bubbles up his throat as memories resurface, the explosion, the oxygen tanks.
Laura smiles down at him and mock sighs at him. "Oh Marcus, things would be so much easier if you just stopped remembering. It's not good for you." She presses a kiss to his forehead and rolls her hips. Marcus sobs in fear and arousal alike. "Now how about you feed me all that dread and fear and lust, hm? Let me devour you."
The high pitched whine of terror that escapes his throat is drowned out by her laughter.
"It's not like you have any other choice. You are mine, remember. For all of eternity."