Andy’s POV

Eighty-four days. It had been eighty-four days since I had seen (Y/N), since I had last felt her lips upon mine. I was getting closer to completion of this heinous task, almost there, in fact. But my celestial quest had exacted its heavy toll. I was withering, enduring this separation from my beloved while being subjected to so much condemnation. One day after the next, I faced scads of scorn and vitriol, things to which I was far from accustomed.

Still, I would never relent, though my pace had admittedly slowed as exhaustion crept into my bones. I consoled myself with thoughts of (Y/N)’s sweet embrace, her musical laughter, as I curled in a self-pitying ball upon an armchair. It seemed I could not escape the fatigue. I had long past run out of (Y/N)’s delicious cookies. Now there seemed to be no source of comfort left to me, apart from memory.

I reflected for a moment. Eight women, only eight women left. When I had first started out, I could have finished them all off in a day’s time. Now it took me that long to recover after every single encounter. How long would this torture go on?

In my deepest heart, I knew the greater reason my energy and zeal had sapped away. It was undeniable. Last of all, I would have to face Lola again. I would get to see her once more, at last, only to tell her I was leaving her yet again. It didn’t feel right or just. Though she certainly deserved an apology, and to know that our contract was broken, that she was free… I still loved her. Perhaps she still loved me. It seemed a meeting could only bring even more pain to us both.

Briefly, I let myself wonder if anything different would have happened if I had known, during out contract, that what I felt for her was love. Probably not, I decided. It was only after I had lost the connection that I had sensed how valuable it had been. I had mourned, though I hadn’t really understood why. No, I surely would have betrayed Lola all the same, like the narcissistic idiot I was. I tried to push away thoughts of her, but the long-festering guilt lingered, coiled around my gut, now brought to light once again.

I couldn’t stop myself from imagining all the terrible things that might happen when I went to her. Dread over that upcoming confrontation rendered me so distraught, I found myself with headaches and bile threatening from my belly. I had never committed a greater transgression against all that was good than when I had engineered Lola’s fall from the grace of her Creator and broken her hallowed heart.

I scowled and, once again, told myself it was perfectly reasonable if I sat there, alone and miserable in my armchair, for just a few more minutes. Just a few…

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(Y/N)’s POV


Ash beamed at my hysterical laughter, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s nothing! I’ve been looking them up on the computer, on the internet, just like you showed me. You wanna hear some more?”

My face was already sore from smiling so much, my stomach hurt from laughing, and it was getting late, but I couldn’t resist. “Sure!”

Ash’s brown eyes twinkled. “What’s the difference between a g-spot and a golf ball?”

I grinned. “I dunno, tell me!”

He smirked. “Human males will actually take time to search for a golf ball!” We both tittered wildly, Ash slapping his hands on his newly pendulous belly. “Wait, wait, I’ve got so many more!”

I nodded him on. “What sign does a brothel put up after hours?” I shrugged. “Beat it; we’re closed!”

For the umpteenth time that evening, we both started cackling together, on my part so hard I almost cried and was afraid I might pee in my pants! “Oh dude, dude!”

But Ash was merciless and kept on with it. “What’s the difference between a tire and three hundred and sixty-five used condoms?” He paused. “One’s a Goodyear, the other’s a great year!”

We were both howling like maniacs when I heard a firm thumping on the wall. I cringed theatrically as Ash rolled his eyes. “Sorry man, but we’ve got to keep it down; it’s past ten.”

He shot me a conspiratorial glance. “One more for the road?” I nodded, eager. “Why does Santa Claus have such a big sack?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued despite myself. “Because he only cums once a year!”

I broke into boisterous laughter yet again, plastering my hands over my mouth to try and keep it down. Ash looked satisfied with his final stroke of comedic genius for the night.

After a moment and some deep breaths, I finally settled down. As I got up to go to bed, I decided to check again, just to be polite. “You sure you don’t want any Tupperware, for energy?”

Ash shook his head, looking totally unconcerned. “I’m on vacation, man. I can’t get any, so I might as well stuff myself silly. No one’s lookin’.”

I nodded. “I hear you! I’ve been hitting the chocolate myself, with Andy gone. Have a good night, then; I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He waved at me before turning the television on as I walked out of the guest room. Once I was in my bedroom, and the door safely shut, my merriment petered out pretty quickly. Frankly, with as much as Ash had been making me laugh, he’d become, well… portly, to put it mildly.

I was worried that he might have a heart attack from getting so large in such a short span of time. Could demons even have heart attacks? Andy had always exhaled those big pleasure-globs right after gaining weight, but Ash hadn’t bothered. Was it normal for demons to fluctuate in size so drastically?

I fretted mildly as I changed into my pajamas. Ultimately, as I had every night for a while, I decided that Ash was a grown up, er, demon. He could make his own decisions. I supposed, if he wanted to let it all hang out for a while, that was his choice. Who was I to talk? I was hardly a skinny-minnie.

But once I was in bed, with my alarm set for work, my thoughts went where they always did when I had a chance to reflect. Andy. I missed him so much. His strange mannerisms, his theatricality, his delicious kisses…

As much as Ash was good company, in a way, I had never felt lonelier in my life. With the incredible connection I felt with Andy now missing, my life seemed colorless and uninteresting in comparison. I hoped that he wasn’t as sad without me as I was without him.

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