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The hotel room door slammed open, and the two girls stumbled inside, barely able to stand from the laughter.
“Holy shit, holy shit” Polly wheezed between laughs, “THAT. WAS. BATSHIT INSANE!”
Vicky flopped to the ground, “Scott! With the noodles!” The very image setting her off on another laughing fit.
“Wooo, man! I knew Liam and Vera knew how to party, but FUCK they went balls to the wall with that table dance/fight/betting scheme,” Polly recalled, in absolute awe of her more business & reputation minded classmates.
Vicky pulled herself onto the bed shakily, kicking her heels off, “I mean, anybody would be like that after that concoction of yours.”
Polly smiled wildly, “You mean my Cocaine-Heroin-Adderall-LSD-Mushroom-Bathsalt super combo? My Ultimate Party Enhancer?” She shook an innocuous bag, half-full of some powdered content. “You bet your sweet, sexy ass that it’d make anyone a transcendent party animal!”
Rolling over, Vicky hiked her dress up and grabbed a handful of ass. “It is pretty sexy,” she babbled giddily, “after all, I got it off a dead supermodel, so it better be!”
Polly, unashamed specter she was, ogled hungrily at the post-dead girl fondled her assets. “Boo, sweetie, honey, bae, that ass is divine, sure, but the ass alone is just ass. It’s hotter because it’s your ass. The fact that it’s stolen goods just makes me hornier” She floated over, wobbling in the air. Sinking down to the bed, she cuddled in, hugging Vickey close and whispering, “And I would like to inspect the goods~”
Vicky giggled, blushing. “Hey! Hey, hey, idea, idea!”, she rolled to face the amorous ghost. “So you possess people, like when you possessed that guy and got drunk off of the booze in him, yeah?”
Polly, ever the adventurous one, just giggled, “Yeah, and?”
“Have you ever had someone willingly let you possess them?”
Wracking her brain, Polly thought and thought and thought. “Mmmm nope, nothing’s coming to mind, they’re usually too high or drunk to notice, why?”
Vicky, eyes shining and blush intensifying, “What if- what if I willingly let you possess me, we finish off the rest of that super mix, and see where it takes us?” She sealed the proposition with a salacious wink.
Polly was dumbstruck. Nobody’d ever let her possess them, and she’d never actively done much while possessing someone! But here, in this bed, this amazing girl was offering something so literally intimate, she could barely think. Drug and booze filled ragers? Polly was down. Causing chaos for no reason? Polly was there. Wild, kinky, and exotic sex? Polly was ready.
But this girl, this sweet, fun, perfect girl, literally offering her body up to a ghost, for such fun things as more drugs and potentially the most intimate sex Polly had ever experienced? She couldn’t find the words.
Vicky, nervous about the silent reaction, started babbling nervously. “I mean, you’ve only really possessed the living, and I was technically living once, but now my body and soul kinda have a disconnected relationship, and I just thought, hey, maybe you’d like to try a body that you could do more with, and I can always replace parts if we go too hard and-“
The frankensteined girl was cut off by a sudden, passionate, deep kiss from Polly. The specter didn’t have a normal physical presence, but those ice-cold lips sent shivers through Vicky’s bolts. In the ensuing makeout, Polly rolled herself on top, holding Vicky’s hands down and pinning her to the bed. After an intense few moments, Polly broke away, flushed and heated. She sat back on Vicky’s lap as the pinned girl reeled from the ferocity of the kiss.
Leaning back in, with an intense seriousness uncharacteristic of the party ghost, Polly locked eyes with Vicky.
“That was the single sweetest, kindest, hottest thing anyone has ever said to me ever.”
Vicky grinned dopily, “Now there’s a record to be proud of.”
Polly giggled, but dropped her ever present smile. “Look, nobody offers their bodies to spirits unless that spirit is offering them power or something crazy. Humans have wild ideas about how it all works, so getting drunk or high by using someone is the best I’ve had for a very long time. Different bodies, different pleasures, y’know?”
Vicky nodded, silently.
“But this? Offering yourself like that? Goddesses, I liked you before, love you even. But this? I’ve never had someone who I was close enough with to even think about trying this,” Polly said, getting more and more worked up. “You’re just so- You, I can’t – I CAN’T WORDS-”
She was cut off, as Vicky placed a slim finger on her lips. “So, is that a yes~?”
Polly, tirade cut short, dove in with a million kisses all over a squealing and laughing Vicky, “Yes, yes, yes, if you’re okay with it, YES!”
“Hohmygod, I’m so happy! I was terrified you weren’t going to go for it, or that I’d cross some kind of line and I just AHHHHH!” She shrieked.
Smirking, Polly looked at Vicky, eyes hungry and biting her lip, “Girrrl, you know I’m down for everything with you, especially if it means getting freaky together.”
Vicky’s gaze grew sultry as well, eying the ghost up and down, “Then maybe you should show me what’s under that gorgeous dress you rocked tonight,” she leaned up to Polly’s ear and whispered, “I wanna know what’s gonna go inside me.”
A violent shiver ran up Polly’s form, and she floated into the air. “I did rock this dress, didn’t I? I could use a little help, though.” Gently spinning around, she backed up back into Vicky’s lap. “Could you undo this bow here? It’s holding the whole thing together,” she said, throwing a wink over her shoulder. Vicky slowly pulled the bow, dragging the moment out, till it came loose. The whole top of the dress collapsed into a pile of straight ribbon, pooling around the ghost’s waist.
Now topless, Polly leaned forward. “Now the for the skirt. Give a girl a hand?” She giggled, shaking her ass in Vicky’s face.
Vicky slid her hands up the ghost’s thighs, marveling at the strange, ethereal texture of the “skin”, up and around the skirt, and started pulling. Slowly, tantalizingly, the skirt came down, down over the fantastic ass taking up almost all of her view. Finally, it rounded over the rump, sliding down the legs, revealing nothing underneath.
“OMG, were you commando for the entire prom?” Vicky gasped, astonished and just a bit more turned on.
The ghost girl giggled, and spun back around, sitting her naked ass across Vicky’s lap. “I was hoping you’d notice. You know how I live for the wild side, and no way was I gonna not get some on prom night. At least, that was my plan before you came into my afterlife.” A ghostly finger came around and stroked the bolt in Vicky’s neck, causing her to startle and gasp. Curling her legs in, Polly let the stuttering girl pull the skirt all the way off, leaving Vicky with a lap full of naked, horny ghost.
Swinging a long leg up and over the girls head, Polly sat back in her lap, giving Vicky a full view of her ghostly body. Glowing a pale, transparent blue, the most mesmerizing breasts, coupled with the sharp hourglass curves, and a cute pussy dripping some kind of ghost-arousal fluid, all crowned with a beautifully done head of spectral hair, and a gorgeous face set in a sensuous smirk. Vicky just stared, aroused, hungry, and more than a bit in love.
“Well, like the view?” Every word from those perfect lips dripped with sex and arousal.
Vicky grabbed her ghostly hips, pulled her close and kissed her hard and fast. She could barely think, just coherent enough to bite out, “You. Inside me. Now”, through the kiss.
Polly smiled, and leaned in, kissing her harder, deeper, laying down on top of Vicky, mirroring her body lain down on the bed. Vicky could feel something, something deeper than just the physical sensations. It was beneath her skin, in her bones, and filling her head with an almost liquid feeling that was both refreshingly cold and wonderfully hot. Her eyes rolled back, no longer kissing as Polly’s body practically dissolved into her own, as she gasped and moaned and writhed at the strangeness and intimacy of it all. Her ears began to ring, and as she felt the liquid fill all her nooks and crannies, the ringing became a voice, a moaning in her head to match her own.
A pressure formed in her brain, not unpleasant, but most certainly existent. It pushed harder and harder till it felt like it was gently but forcefully nudging her out of place, to which she “stood aside” to let it in. As the new presence clicked into place, Polly’s mind hit her own and their sensations doubled, turning moans into screams as they writhed in sudden, overwhelming climax. It was gone as fast as it came, leaving the now merged couple breathing heavily in bed. They lay there, body still tingling, letting everything settle into place.
“Wooo, wow, holy shit,” Polly gasped for breath, “I knew possessing someone kinda felt okay, but THAT was fucking fantastic.”
The presence that was Vicky pulsed, “You’re telling me! That was, I felt, UGH, I don’t have words!”
“That’s what you get when you roll with Polly, babe.” She lifted her arm, studying her girlfriends hand. “Wow, this is freaky! I haven’t been corporeal like this in . . . I don’t even remember!”
“Anything feel wrong, or not connecting right? Happens sometimes, my stiches and staples come loose.” Vicky said.
Rolling her limbs around, feeling the muscles clench, the joints move, “Nah, your killer bod is all in one piece!” Polly replied.
Suddenly, “her” hand pulled up, and booped her on “her” nose, “Well then, miss sexy spirit, don’t you want to unwrap your gift?”
Polly smiled deviously, “Mmmm I’m so totally down for that!”
Sliding forward, she sat on the edge of the bed facing the mirror on the wall.
Her girlfriend stared back, eyes glowing with a faint blue light. Her adorable dress suited her (literally) well-built body. She stood up and spun, left and right, watching the skirt twirl around her toned legs.
“Fuck, you really know how to toe the line between sexy and adorable. Seriously, you were probably turning on every guy, girl and other, and giving them toothaches at the same time!”
“Well you tell me, did it work?”
Polly grinned, “Girl, if I had teeth, they’d be screaming in pain.”
Vicky giggled, “Well let’s see if we can’t spice things up a bit. C’mon, I know you’ve been stripping me with your eyes the whole night. Why don’t you put your hands where your eyes have been?”
“With pleasure,” Polly said, hand reaching for the zipper on the dress, slowly pulling it down. Holding the front up with the other arm, the zipper hit the end of the track. She sensually pulled the now loosened top down, exposing Vicky’s chest to the cool air. Stitched to her chest were a pair of perky breasts, handful in size. A prominent cut, stapled shut, ran from just beneath her right breast, down to her left hip. Not a single bit of unneeded fat sat anywhere upon her body, musculature toned and visible.
Polly teased her nipples, humming at the tingles that ran across her body. “I thought you said your ass was from a supermodel, but you must have stolen a whole body because damn!”
“Mmm, well you’re not done yet are you? Go ahead, take it all off baby~” Vicky’s voice echoed sensually in their head.
Polly bit her lip, bending over to pull the rest of the dress down, enjoying the view as her chest bounced as she wiggled. The skirt slid down her hips, over her butt, and she stood up letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. And what a sight it was.
There stood her girlfriend(s body), naked except for the tiny, lacy, crotchless blue micro-thong. It was barely more than a few bits of string and a tiny patch of lace. One string, sat directly between the lips of her now wet pussy, was a string of pearl beads. She spun around, eyes locked on the tiny string settled right in the crack of her girlfriends perfect ass.
“Vicky, like, holy shit. I mean- you, I, I can’t even,” were the first coherent words out of Polly’s mouth. “I knew I was trying to get some, but fuuck you are so incredibly sexy and hot and perfect and holy shit. Guh. Fuck.”
Her arm came around, and she watched as a finger stroked a burning path, from the revealing panties, all the way up her chest, up to her lips. “You weren’t the only one out to get laid tonight. I had kinda planned to maybe possibly flashed you at prom when we were , see if we couldn’t turn up the heat, but this works out perfectly too.”
“So, you planned to flash me, turn me on, and pretty much fuck on the dance floor.” Polly could feel the sensation of lips kissing up her neck, up to her own lips. She fell back, sitting on the bed and shuddered. “I am the single luckiest spirit to ever exist in any plane.”
“Mmm I don’t know. There’s a frankensteined girl who feels pretty damn lucky herself,” Vicky giggled, “Now, as much as I love watching you get ~us~ horny, there is your party mix left.”
“But Vickyyyyy! Hot!” She gestured to the mirror, and her body, “Hot, hot hot hot!?”
“Babe, sweetie, precious, boo. You can play with the ‘Hot hot hot’ whenever, wherever you want, but don’t you want to get really, REALLY high?”
Polly giggled, embarrassed at the pet names. “Yeah, yeah. Can’t ever get enough of you, baby” She climbed off the bed, and with one last look at her girlfriends ass in the mirror, walked over to the table. There sits the bag of powdered drugs, along with a pack of straws.
“Are you sure this is okay? I know that drugs aren’t good long term for physical people. I can get away with it, being a ghost and all, but I super don’t want to hurt you or leave you with broken parts when we’re done here.” Polly said worriedly.
Her arms come around to hug herself. “Look, Polly, I wasn’t kidding about getting new parts, even my brain can be fixed and replaced with no problems! The others all had a micro dose, why not raise the bar in the one situation that makes it possible?”
Polly hugged herself back. “You’re too good for me, Vicky.”
“And honestly, the fact that you’re worried about this? It makes me relieved, and I love you even more for it. You don’t treat me like a girl with a disposable body, you treat me like a person. That means the world to me.”
“Of course not! I may be a spirit, but I still totes understand that.” She glanced at the mini-fridge, “But I am not going to leave you with anything broken or busted.” Opening the fridge, she grabbed all the small serving alcohol bottles, and dumped them on the table. Grabbing the bucket used for ice, she opened them and poured them all in. Vodka, whisky, gin, tequila, rum, all splashed together. “I’ll just mix the Ultimate Party Enhancer with all the booze here. If we’re doing it all, we’re gonna *have* to be numb, otherwise we’ll just pass out and won’t be able to feel it all.”
She poured the powdered drug combo into the already viscous alcohol concoction, and mixed it up. As the powder dissolved, the whole thing turned into the drug-alcohol-combo equivalent of a smoothie. She took a whiff, the smell indescribable.
“You ready, Vicky? Last chance to tap out.”
“So long as you’re here, I’m ready, Polly.”
Without hesitation, she lifted the bucked, and started chugging. She swallowed the concoction, drinking more and more until the dregs slip down, and the bucket it left empty. Dropping the bucket on the table, she wipes her mouth off, cringing at the aftertaste. “Okay, should have probs added some kind of club soda or fruit juice with that. Drinks aren’t fun if they only taste like shit.”
“I think this will be worth it though.”
“You know it, girl!”
They wander back to the bed, sitting across from the mirror. Polly gently feels up her body, giggling when she hits a ticklish point. Slowly, a fuzzy feeling starts to settle on them, becoming sharper and sharper. Her artificial heart starts pumping faster, thumping a staccato rhythm on her chest. Heat starts building in her stomach, then starts spreading outwards, down her legs, down her arms, up to her head. Soon, she’s panting and fidgeting, legs squeezing together, hands roaming up and down her body.
“Holy shit, mmmnn, that stuff hit fast.” Polly moaned, fingers tweaking her nipples.
“Hngh, oh, yeah. Wow, I can feel that too! Mmmm, it’s so hot!” Vicky groaned in response. “I thing, hah, my blood-formaldehyde mix, mmn, might be reacting to the drugs. Some kind of, hhhn, aphrodisiac reaction.” The groans between words came more often, filled with heat and lust.
“Then let’s, hah, get this, mmm, show started!” Polly gasped around her own lusty groans. She stood up, and played with the waistband of the thong, but quickly slipped it off, throwing it across the room. Slowly bending back up, her hands stroked up her legs, up her thighs, right up to her soaking wet mound. Upon touching it, a bolt of pure pleasure rocked up her body, and hit her brain like a sledge hammer. She fell to her knees, barely able to avoid face planting. Every touch was another slam of pleasure, an uncontrollable gasp. She was entranced by the image in the mirror, her girlfriends body and face afire with lust and arousal. Vicky’s voice echoed in their shared consciousness, moaning and whimpering and babbling through the haze of pleasure.
Quickly diving two fingers into the already soaking hole, she nearly passed out from the shocks, but just as she was about to fade to black, the pleasure rocked her again, bringing her back to consciousness. In and out, faster and faster, she desperately fingered her pussy, wet sounds filling the space between moans and curses.
She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her eyes locked with those in the mirror, her mouth open, tongue out, drooling. One hand on her breast, the other knuckle deep in her pussy, masturbating animalistically. The noises coming from her mouth and echoing in their head devolved into animalistic grunts, moans, and pleading for more, more, more.
They could feel the edge approaching, orgasm rushing in. Faster and faster they stroked, desperately chasing the ecstasy. Their whole body tensed and flexed, hips thrusting forward to get just a bit more pleasure. Their thumb flicked their clit, and all at once, their whole body tensed and flexed, orgasm blowing through every nerve, every inch.
Moans turned to screams as they succumbed to climax, hips thrusting forward, fingers diving deeper. Their pussy throbbed and spasmed, squirting and gushing around their fingers. Lightning danced through their body, and the sharp haze in their mind gave way to fire and pleasure. Eyes still locked in the mirror, the hotel room fell away, until all focus was on them, and themselves in the mirror. Time became a suggestion, and coherent thought became mist as they rode the ecstasy as long as they could.
Ever so slowly, the fire burnt out, and the haze returned, along with some remnants of conscious thought.
Gasping for air, Polly mumbled, “Hoh, god, oh fuck, hnng, Vicky, Vicky~!”
“Polly, that, that was, hnghn INCREDIBLE!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. It, hah, was like I was cumming twice at the same time!” Polly said, still quivering.
“Yeah, totally. And that was just with our fingers, can you imagine how this would feel with some toys?”
Still hazy, Polly’s mind locked on to a piece of info that had been lost in the sensual events.
“I’ve got a surprise for you then!” She singsonged.
Clumsily crawling around the corner of the bed, she fumbled and grabbed a large, bulging duffle bag that had sat out of sight. Unzipping it, she dumped its contents on the bed.
“I wouldn’t be me, the single best partier and top tier fuck, unless I came fully loaded.”
She could feel the spike of lust and want from Vicky, “Tooooys! EEEEEE!”
Piled on the bed was an impressive pile of dildos, plugs and various sex toys. Everything from human, to dragon, to tentacle, all various sizes and wild colors. Vibrators, fake-cum lube, fuzzy cuffs, the works.
Just looking at the pile made them both weak in the knees. But not so weak that they couldn’t climb up to the dragons hoard of lewd implements, marveling at the size, the girth, the shapes, colors and sheer quantity of toys.
“Before we get started, I wanna try something. Hold on,” said Polly.
Vicky could feel as Polly’s possession of her sewed together body began shifting, like the goop in a lava lamp moving and undulating. It felt vaguely like the directions half and left, but middle and not. Finally, there was almost a snap as the sensation settled. Her bodily awareness was split right down the middle, her right side felt like pins and needles without the prickly bits, and her left felt normal.
She looked back at the mirror and could see the mischievous delight in her right eye that she so often saw in her lovers eye during shenanigans.
Her mouth moved involuntarily, but willingly, and in a voice that sounded like hers and Polly’s layered together in and eerie chorus, spoke. “I get half, and you get half, so grab your favorite toy, and lets get fucked up!”
Vicky locked eyes with their self in the mirror and grinned wide, “Go fuck yourself, Polly!” she cried, grabbing a large, equine shaped silicon phallus in her controllable hand and raised it for an unconventional toast. A gesture that was met with an rubbery shlap as the tentacled dildo smacked into it from the right, and a cheer of “With pleasure, Vicky!” of equal enthusiasm
The horsecock found its way into her already well fucked pussy, as the tentacle was raised to her mouth. She dutifully and with care licked and kissed and sucked upon it taking it as deep in her throat as she could as the horsecock stretched her wide.
Polly pulled the tentacle toy from their mouth and moved it behind them, slipping a finger into their tight ass, only to fit the tentacle in right with it.
Their moan, layered and reverberating with eerie ecstasy was loud, primal, and full of want. Each arm pumped its respective toy independently, and each leg spasmed out of sync of its own accord, creating an uncoordinated, frenzied writhing of the two-as-one lovers as they chased higher and higher heights of pleasure. Each toy could be felt in excruciating detail, two minds comprehending the bumps, ridges, flares and suction cups of the toys overlapping together, felt four times over.
In the haze of the feral self fucking, the lines between Vicky and Polly blurred into nothingness as They fucked Themselves silly, screaming and moaning a primal song to the empty room.
The peak neared, and the toys were pumped, harder, faster, more erratically as They writhed and bucked wildly, each leg kicking and twitching independently, Their breathing the only thing synchronized.
In one singular moment, the patterns lined up, both toys were thrust in together as deep as possible, and They screamed. Every muscle tensed, clenched and jerked as the twin orgasm ripped through Their body. Their eyes snapped wide open seeing everything and nothing, white and black, stars and void, as the dual sensory overload completely engulfed them. An instant eternity and an eternal instant passed simultaneously, and they sank back down to the bed, surrounded by the various phallic and sexual toys, each half of Their body still jerking and twitching as the darkness finally won out and engulfed Them.
The sun rose, and so dawned a new day, though it wouldn’t start for Them till around noon. Finally the darkness abated and Vicky slowly and groggily cracked her eyes open. Feeling something odd in her chest, she reflexively inhaled deeply, and as she exhaled, a spectral cloud of dense aqua “smoke” bellowed from her mouth. It flowed down the length of her body, quickly coalescing into the nude form of her lover, now kissing her with a lazy morning passion.
After a delightfully slow and gentile makeout, they separated with a pop and a giggle.
“Looks like you just had your breath taken away,” giggled Polly as she looked down lovingly at Vicky.
Vicky just smiled back, “Of course I do, I was just filled with so much spirit!”
Polly snorted at the awful wordplay, and lowered herself back onto Vicky, snuggling into the crook of her neck, kissing one of her metal bolts and smiling as her lover snickered.
“We were full of more than just spirit, boo,” she said as the memories of the previous night replayed, overlaid on the sensations of a properly well fucked body.
Vicky sighed in happiness, “I don’t know about you, but I’m still full,” she said, feeling the toys still lodged inside her, “and as much as I’d like to stay that way, I’d like to make some room for breakfast.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Well, the lack of feeling in my legs for one,” she joked.
Polly purred and smiled, “You’re welcome for that, bee tee dubs.”
“Thanks, babe,” Vicky giggled, “and for the other, I’m kinda sticky still. Would you perchance like to take a morning bath with me?”
Polly kissed her neck and nibbled her ear, whispering “Seeing you all wet? Girl, you don’t ever have to ask.”
After another bout of making out, they slowly but surely made their way off the bed, supporting each other as they unsteadily wobbled towards the bathroom. Vicky just let the toys fall where they may, still exhausted, and with the premise of a bath with her lover, no fucks to give.
The tub was filled with delightfully warm water, and Vicky sunk in, groaning at the cleansing warmth. Polly floated behind her, blatantly ogling her and enjoying the view. She smiled as Vicky gestured for her to join.
“Hmmmmm, a naked angel and a hot bath? Must have passed on last night, because I’m in heaven,” Polly hummed as she cuddled in with her lover. “Wanna know how I can feel the temp?” she asked?
“Why can you feel the water temp?” responded Vicky.
Polly grinned, “Because water is a great medium!”
Caught off guard by the awful pun, Vicky snorted in laughter and hugged the somewhat corporeal form tighter, “Polly, you are just perfect, don’t you ever dare change for anything.”
“Oh, I suppose, if you ask so nicely love!” responded Polly with a smatter of kisses.
They cuddled together, just enjoying the bliss of the moment, when Vicky hummed in contemplation.
“So.”
“So?”
“So. That was Prom. School’s almost over. We’re gonna graduate soon.” Vicky mused. “Everything’s changing.”
“Psshhh,” scoffed Polly, “yeah, new shit’s gonna happen, but you’re still gonna be perfect, and I’m still gonna be the best party poltergeist ever, so that covers the important stuff.”
“Yeah. Yeah you are,” said Vicky, “and . . . what about us? Together?”
“What do you mean us? We’re still gonna be the hottest couple to grace the before and afterlives!” Polly said with a smirk. A smirk that slowly slipped away at the contemplative look on Vicky’s face. “Vicky. Sweetheart. Boo. Love. You’re worried about something. I can see it bouncing around in that big brain of yours. What’s wrong?”
Vicky sighed, and looked Polly in the eye, “Seriously? Us. Not that we’re wrong! No nonono, we’re very much not wrong, we’re incredibly right, so very right, couldn’t be more right after last night. It’s just . . . “ she hesitated, before taking a steadying breath and continuing, “I really do love you, not just for last night, but you. You! You’re so full of life despite being dead, so fun to be around, able to turn anything into a fun moment, and I just don’t want that, us, to ever change ever.”
Polly, not expecting the serious tone shift, took a moment to gather herself.
“Vicky. Please listen to me. I love you too, so much, more than I thought I could love something other than partying or drugs or booze or freedom. But you’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I died. You say I’m full of life? Girl, you’re sewn together from multiple dead people, but you’re the most lively person I’ve ever met, and I want to be with you as long as you’ll have me.”
Vicky began to tear up at the sincerity of her lovers declaration, but Polly wasn’t done.
“Okay. So. You know I’m the last person for traditions that don’t involve drinking or smoking or partying. But if you’re worried about us changing, I’ve got something that might remedy that.”
Polly took a deep breath and looked Vicky in the eyes, cradling her cheeks and wiping away those few tears.
“Now you know that ghosts are really disconnected, like we don’t exactly have a single culture. We’re all just living snapshots of whatever time we lived in originally, and occasionally branch out over the years. But there’s a few things we kind of all agree on, like unspoken rules. Like the whole “Boo!” stuff and all that. One of those things is . . . involving possession.”
Vicky felt her stomach drop. “Oh no, did we – did I – what did we do last night, what did I -” a single translucent finger cut off her panicked gibberish.
“Let me finish,” Polly commanded, unusually serious, “so, possession. One of the few things ghosts agree on is that for the odd group who can’t let go of the living, possession is kind of sort of like a . . .”
“Like a what?”
“A marriage proposal.”
The bathroom went silent. Vicky sat there, stunned, mouth agape.
Her ghostly being filled with apprehension as Polly just looked at her baffled lover process that nugget of information.
“If it’s too fast for you, I totes get it, I mean, right out of high school? I guess-“ Polly began, words falling nervously as regret began to sink in.
The regret was immediately chased away when Vicky pulled her into a tight, warm, soft hug.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t even have a ring, or a necklace or anything, but I swear I’ll get you the best one if I have to make it myself, I swear! We’ll have to start planning the wedding, get dresses, move in together, oh and-”
Vicky’s panicked babble was cut short by the most passionate and loving kiss Polly could lay on her, her spectral form glowing bright with sheer happiness and love.
Like it always does, life happened, and it was wonderful
They were young and unafraid, and ready to take on tomorrow.
Together.