The warmth of his tongue running over my lips sends me into a spiral. A literal whirlwind taking over my body in a way that I've only dreamt about. All the moments I've imagined this, pictured Levi's mouth on mine, all of it seems unreal compared to this. Like it was just a dream, a wisp of something the back of mind was making up. His mouth now, the lashes on his closed lids, all of it was real. Too real. I don't know if my heart can take much more but dammit I'm going to try.

Parting my lips I let him inside, groaning into him when his lips smother me. Yes, Levi. Take my breath away. Kill me if you want to. I'm yours. My body, my life. It's all yours for the taking. I promise I won't fight it. Even when we're ghosts together you can have me then. The soul that haunts this apartment has always belonged to you. Claim it. Claim me.

His fingers run along the back of my neck and I shiver under his touch. It's like every little thing he does ignites something in me. As if he has the power to control every switch inside and out. I don't even bother trying to stop my hips from moving, not that I would be able to control any part of me. He has that power now. I break away from him for a second, to see the look in those eyes that I've fallen for over and over again. The color of them is so much brighter than before, or maybe I'm just losing myself in this moment.

Bringing my thumb to the corner of his eyes, I run it over his lid, watching it close to adjust to my touch. The fact that he doesn't question me, doesn't stop me, makes my heart explode.

"I've always loved the color of your eyes." I think out loud. The corners of his open one crinkle when he smiles.

"I never knew that. Why didn't you mention it before?"

I shrug, my thumb doing it's dance off his face so I can look at both of his eyes, staring at those glassy brown and green mirrors. "I couldn't tell you." I know I'm supposed to be Carmen right now, but I can't grasp it. The feeling of him actually being able to see me, speak to me, notice me right on his lap, it's clouding my mind. It's like a poisonous fog rolling in, tainting the grooves and edges of my mind. And here I am willingly letting him dumb me down. It also doesn't help that I feel a little drunk.

"I didn't think you would hear me." My once lust filled voice is now timid. I'm scared. Carmen is the wolf in sheep clothing but now we're the opposite. I'm the bunny buried deep inside the snake skin that's wrapped around me, begging and pleading Levi to let me out, to see me. I shrug again feeling silly. "That probably doesn't make much sense but it's the truth."

"Hey," he pulls me closer to him, the hardness in his pants springing my thoughts back to the task at hand for a second. I wish my heart would shut up and let my body do the talking. Why was I wasting so much time worried about how I felt when I could be moaning Levi's name? "I'm always listening to you. You don't ever have to worry about a thing like that. I even painted your hand after our first date like a creep." He lets out an embarrassed laugh.

I eye the painting he's talking about. The pearls dangling from her delicate fingers, the tulip on the corner of the canvas, it's all an expression of Levi. Maybe he was just as obsessed with me as I was with him.

"I notice you." His voice brings my attention back to him. "I'll always notice you."

The logical side of me is screaming for me not to take it to heart. If I wasn't in Carmen's body he wouldn't be aiming these words at me. He's talking to her, isn't he? But that voice of reason is like a mouse squeak compared to the train horn on the other side of my mind. The side that's telling me, even though it's impossible, he knows it's really me inside here. He knows that Carmen was pushed out somehow and it's actually me, Jocelyne, the love of his life, sitting on top of him.

"Always?" I ask, wanting him to confirm the delusion. "Promise me."

His hand snakes its way up my shirt, the other pushing the rest of my skirt to the side, exposing me completely. I shiver, goosebumps trailing up my thighs while my soul ignites.

"Always, my love. Always."

That's all I need to hear. The sincerity behind each syllable turns me into mush in his hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me and I wouldn't resist. There was nothing in this world, in this afterlife that I currently didn't belong to, that could pull me off this man. I was going to show him how much I was meant to be his. He would forget Carmen existed because he knew deep inside his smart little mind that I wasn't her. I was me. I was his.

Shifting my eyes down, I slowly move my fingers to the button of his pants, circling it with my index finger. I want to tease him just like he's teased me since he's moved in. It's been agony watching him bathe, laying on the bed while he dressed and undressed. Now I was the one who had all the power and he was the one who would have to bear it all.

His hips thrust upward, his fingertips digging into my thigh while his other gently gets a hold on my waist. I won't hide how good this is making me feel. A smug grin plays on my face, both our eyes meeting.

"Enjoying yourself?" he questions, teasing me with how breathless he sounds when I've barely done anything. I bite down on my lip, giggling from the excitement bubbling up to my chest. As slow as I can manage I move the button down, freeing it. I pinch the zipper in between dainty fingers, the sound of it coming down at such an easy and steady pace filling the room. If my heart wasn't already pounding in my ears I'd probably notice how silent it was in here. Well, quieter if Levi wasn't breathing heavily.

His fingers crawl up my inner thigh, disappearing for a second until I no longer wonder where they are because I feel them. Running his middle finger from the bottom to the top, his hand comes back up, his finger slick and shiny with my wetness. The hoods of his eyes lower, a glisten in them just as glossy as that finger that touched me. When he pops it in his mouth, I think I might lose my mind. I watch as his tongue moves around it, lapping up every last bit of me in his mouth until he sucks it off and flicks his gaze to me.

"Can't multitask?" he asks with a smirk. I look down and notice my hands have completely stopped. When did I stop moving? Damn he's good. He played me. I thought I was the one in control, the one with the upper hand, but he turned it all around with one move. Now I was the one in a trance and he was hypnotizing me.

I start again, pulling the zipper to the base faster than I would've if I wasn't so thrown from him tasting me. We both notice the confidence I had a moment ago is no longer there. The only thing in me is anticipation, he can see that so clearly. He doesn't wait for me to decide what to do next before his finger is back in between my legs, his pace painfully slow as he moves in circles along my clit. It's like electricity shooting up my spine. I arch my back without thinking, my body fully his as my mind goes dark. All thoughts have left me.

"Levi, please." But what was I asking for? Please don't stop? Please wait? Please ruin me with everything you have?

"Begging already?" The hand around my waist grips the back of my neck pulling me closer to his mouth. He glides his lips on the side of my throat, his breath tickling me before his teeth clamp down on my skin. At the same time he slides his middle finger inside me, his thumb continuing its progressive dance that's already making me see stars.

"I didn't know your body was this ready for me." he tells me, his voice muffled because he refuses to let go of my neck from his mouth. At first I don't understand what he means. Then, when his index finger joins his middle one inside me, it dawns on me how soaked and open I must be for him. But can you blame me? I've been ready for this since the moment his hand touched that doorknob on day one.

I throw my head back and let the moans slip out of me, just like he was. He pulls his fingers all the way out and hooks them back in, slow and steady like the damn tease he was. Fine. If he wanted to play this game we would. I wasn't going to be the only one slipping into intoxicating insanity over some pleasure.

Cautiously I move my hands around his forearm, trying my best not to interfere with what he's doing to me because if he stops then I know for a fact I'd pass away right here on this couch. Eagerly I pull his waistband from his body and reach my hand in to pull him out. Without much effort it springs out in front of me, sticky and throbbing in my hand. Running my thumb against the stickiness, I watch him tremble when he feels me swirl circles at the top.

"You're going to kill me." he says, finally releasing my throat from his bite and peering down to see us both working the other. "If you keep doing that you're going to ruin my life."

His fingers start to pump faster, in and out, in and out. I palm his entire length moving my hands to the base and back up again where my thumb circles over and over. "Just like you're going to ruin mine." I say as I buck my hips to meet his rhythm. He moves my hand off of him, slipping his out of me, and a feeling of longing is left behind. I feel empty without him. Was it over already? Maybe I went too far.

But when he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, my slickness rubbing against his length, my mind goes into a haze. My breath catches in my throat, the whimper of pleasure quieted when he rocks me up and down on him because I can barely breathe. He's teasing the both of us, I can see that now. He isn't like me who wants him to blow my back into oblivion. I should've known that he was the type to savor this, take in each and every stroke, make foreplay his expertise.

Placing his forehead on mine, his eyes focusing on me, he lets out a groan and I feel it everywhere. I try to keep my gaze on him but how can I look at his beautiful face when there was a goddamn show happening in between us right now? I mean, look at how perfect his dick was! And here he was, using me to help it shine, help him feel that intense ecstasy only I could give him. The thought alone was going to make me cum. But I have to hold on just for a little longer. I needed more.

"I don't think I can take much more." I whisper through my moans of euphoria. Maybe if I shut my eyes I could focus on holding it, but how could I deprive myself of looking at him like this? "Please." There it was, that word again. Me begging for nothing and everything at the same time.

"You want me to fuck you?" It's a question we both know the answer to but it's obvious he wants to hear me say it. I'll happily oblige.

"God, yes. Please, Levi."

He kisses me hard, not stopping my hips from moving against him. "Whatever you want, Carmen."

A stab in the chest. That's what it feels like to hear her name come out of his mouth right now. It's like a hot sizzling poker burning my heart and almost stopping it from beating entirely. But I can't let that stop me, not when I'm so close. Then I think of something so off the rails that I might as well have gotten up off him and walked right out this apartment.

"Call me Jocelyne." I say it like the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't stop moving me on him but I can sense the hesitation as he slows a bit. "It's my middle name. You don't have to use it all the time, just for times like these." I'm rabbling. How can I save this? How can I convince him this isn't weird?

"Jocelyne?" he asks. I nod, bringing my lips to his ear.

"Mmhmm. You know how I call you Mister West? It's like a role-play nickname. Just for fun when we have sex." I lick his lobe and nibble it. "Okay?"

His grip against me tightens so hard that I think he might leave a bruise. Good because I want to remember this forever. I wouldn't mind him leaving his mark all over me if it meant I could come back to this memory.

"Okay," he moans. "Ready?" I kiss his neck agreeing. Leaning back I feel his hardness edging itself into me, the wetness from both of us making this memorizing squelching sound that'll be imprinted in my mind till the day I die (or die again). Wrapping his arms around me he thrusts his hips forward and I do the same, the motion of our bodies leading us both on this mountain of pure fucking bliss. I know I won't last long. Not when he's teased me so heavily before. The threat of my orgasm is already bubbling in my core.

"Levi." I gasp. "I always knew you'd feel amazing but I never imagined it was going to be this fucking good." My arms are growing weaker as my body readies itself for the fireworks to burst out.

"Jocelyne." he whines against me and holy shit I go into a frenzy. Not only hearing my name coming out of his mouth for the second time, but hearing it when he's riding this wave of pleasure, moaning it in ragged desperation, it's enough to boil my blood in the best way possible.

"Say it again." I beg. And he does. Over and over again as we both climax, shaking against each other with our bodies beading sweat. He says it again when we finish and again when he kisses me, gentle, soft. He utters my name once more as he picks me up from the couch, my legs too weak to walk but really an excuse for him to hold me longer, laying me down in his bed while his fingers trail lovingly up and down my body. The body he now owns.

If this is a dream I hope I never wake up. Carmen who? Don't know her anymore and apparently neither does Levi. Talk about alls well that ends well.