I blinked, my head feeling woozy. Something, I knew, had just occurred. I’d been on top, happily thrusting back and forth, listening to her gasp as I took her. I’d been working hard to ignore all the sensations, trying to last as long as possible. I wanted to make it last, not finish too quickly, even as I felt that tingling rising up my spine from my crotch, the sharp stabbing in my left arm-
And then, next thing I knew, I found myself on my back, staring up at the ceiling, Vita leaning over me and looking concerned. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked.
I blinked back at her. She was still naked, but even that wasn’t enough to distract me. “What happened?” I asked again. “I – we were going at it, and then all of a sudden, I was down here.”
“Would you believe me if I said that you finished?”
I frowned at her, and she sighed. “Didn’t think so,” she groaned. “Look, you, um… you had a minor heart attack.”
“I did WHAT?” I jerked upright, grabbing at my chest. “Oh my god, we need to go to a hospital!”
“No, we don’t,” she answered, sounding remarkably calm. “You’re fine, now.”
“Now? But I could die!”
“Not again,” she said, and I paused. That wasn’t right.
“Yeah.” She sighed, sat up a little further, her hair falling forward across her fetching figure. The sheets tangled around her round little bottom, threatening to distract me. “You know how your super power is flight and control of thermal energy?”
“Yes…” I said, not sure how this connected to anything. Was she feeling cold?
“Well, mine is the power to bring people back from the dead,” Vita finished, blinking those green eyes at me as she waited for a response.
I opened my mouth, but paused before answering. I thought about my answer for a couple seconds. “You can bring people back to life,” I repeated slowly.
She nodded. “Only if I get to them right away, and they can’t be too injured. It doesn’t heal, just restores the life force.”
“Uh huh. But I’m alive.” I looked down at my body, wiggled my fingers. “And everything seems to be working.”
Vita grimaced again. “Not quite everything.”
“No, it’s working!” I reached over and flicked the organ in question. “Nice and hard, see…”
My words died off as I realized that I didn’t really feel the effect of those flicks. I grasped it again, tugged it, even twisted it a bit. Nothing! No sensation! I raised agonized eyes back up to Vita, begging her to tell me that this was some numbing effect of her body.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “One part always stays dead.”
I nearly blew up at her. I very nearly did; the angry snarl was ready on the tip of my tongue. But looking into Vita’s green eyes, seeing her already flinching away from me, I somehow knew that she’d been attacked for this before, that she wouldn’t take much more before she finally, irreversibly, broke.
“That’s okay,” I said instead, reaching out for her. She pulled back at first from my hand, but then let me touch her, caress her, lay her down beside me. I tried to put a smile on my face. “Besides, it’s still hard, isn’t it?”
“It is,” she admitted, still not quite able to meet my eyes.
“Then let’s make sure that, just because I had the gran mort, you don’t get a little petit mort of your own, huh?”
Amazingly, she laughed at that! “You’re awful,” she said, but she let me pull her in, on top of me, straddling me once again.
Look on the bright side, I told myself. Just a few minutes ago, you were dead.
And if this gasping, luscious girl on top of me was any indication, I had definitely made it to Heaven.