Image knocked on Sephy's door again and this time got, "Who are you and what do you want?"
He took a deep breath, "It's me, Sephy. I talked with Ghoul about this. I know."
"And you hate me for being an idiot, right? About being stupid and feeling vile about something so simple and natural?"
He leaned into the door,"No, Sephy, I don't hate you and you aren't an idiot and you aren't stupid. You're innocent and just want to be a good person. There's nothing wrong with that. You're just too hard on yourself."
There was a silence behind the door until a small whimpering was heard. After a few moments, Image realized it was Amy and not Sephy crying, so he kept quiet. Once Amy had been calmed, Sephy spoke again, "So is it really okay that we had sex? Is it? I'm not evil?"
He smiled softly and replied, "Of course you aren't evil. Is Beast evil? Is Snug or Creep or pretty much anybody we know evil?" His voice got a bit softer, "Am I evil?"
He heard her footsteps coming closer and backed away, the knob turning and rattling as she peeked out, Amy cooing softly in her arms, "No. They aren't. you aren't. I love you."
Sephy's soft tone told him everything was alright, so he hugged her carefully so as not to squish Amy. After a moment, the little girl started tugging at Image's jacket and laughing, and her uncle pulled back and said, "Now that I know you're alright, I have to find Reflect. I said something awful to him and I have to apologize."
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 and gasped a bit when she saw his appendage, having to put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing. It wasn’t as hideous as she’d imagined. She’d actually pictured something more like an octopus, more tentacles and slimy. It was just skin! “Hahaha, I was sure…heehee, oh gosh, Image.” He looked confused, but she giggled and fell backward, “Oh gosh, I’m sorry! I’m just so relieved you don’t have an octopus on your crotch! Aahaha!”
He thought about that and had to laugh, too. “You….you thought that…! Oh oh my, no w-wonder you hahaha, no wonder you were scared. Heeheehee, oh gosh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He had to take a few breaths and calm down, “But, Sephy, did you really think that? I mean, I understand being embarrassed to ask, but, Sephy, I love you. I would have told you the truth.”
“Yeah, I did. I mean, I just couldn’t figure out what was so different about boys, so it had to be in their pants, and someone talked about tentacles for some reason so I…just jumped to conclusions.” She was very pink in the face, but it was a happy blush, and she smiled when he took her hands in his.
“How about we start over with this?” He felt the blush go back to his face as she nodded, looking up through her eyelashes. Image sighed and got more comfortable, slipping his underwear all the way off and throwing it toward the bathroom, “No need for that.” She chuckled, and he gave her a soft smile before pulling her onto his lap, sitting her on his leg so as to give her a bit of distance for later.  Her warm body leaning against his made his heart flutter crazily. He kissed her as gently as possible to start, but soon the both of them were locked passionately to each other.
               Despite the chill of the night, their bodies heated up quickly and the tension reached a peak as Image’s hand roamed up to slip over Sephy’s breast and begin softly squeezing  the tissue and rubbing the nipple with a finger. She moaned into his mouth, and her arms around his neck got tighter, pulling her closer.  After a few moments of this, she whined and swung her legs around to straddle his body, leaning forward until his back was on the bed and she was lying on top of him. He whimpered and involuntarily arched his back, finding it hard to be patient for her as he became more aroused.
               She hummed softly and let go of his neck, one hand stroking down his chest while the other pressed at a point near his hip, making him gasp and shiver. After a moments hesitation, she pulled back from the kiss and murmured, “I-I’m ready.” Her heartbeat was going very quickly, at least as much as she could tell from the throbbing in her lower regions.
He nodded and asked, “A-ahn, um, do you have p-protection? I don’t w-want to take, ungh, chances.”
She blushed and used her magic, a tube and a small square package appearing beside them. He quickly took the package and ripped it open, taking the condom out and slipping it on, “Thank you, sex ed.” She giggled, and then handed him the tube, which ended up being lube some bright pink strawberry scented lube. He didn’t really care, so he squirted out a good amount into his hand and gingerly applied it to his member, small wavering gasps escaping no matter how careful he was. Sephy contented herself with kissing and suckling at his neck, then whispered in an almost purr, “Get me ready, sweetheart.”
Image nodded and let his hand travel down her body to her private area, sliding a finger inside her as she whimpered. “Y…You’re awfully small, darling.”
He looked down to where her head was resting on his shoulder, but she smiled into his skin, “Thaaat’s why you’re go-oing in with fingers first.”
He smiled and eases another finger in, carefully running them along the edges, and slidng in and out to get the lube spread on evenly. She made soft, appreciative noises along with her soft kisses and licks against his neck. After a moment, the super tense walls of her body relaxed and he pulled his fingers out. He took a deep breath and hesitantly guided his hips close to hers, pausing at her entrance for a moment before easing inside. She moaned deeply and shuddered, and he returned the sound, feeling her tighten around his erection. Oh good grief, they weren’t kidding when they said sex was great. He felt his back give a bit and then his hips jerked up and she hissed slightly, feeling something rip inside. The waves of pleasure outweighed the pain, though and she nudged him with her forehead when he stopped. He swallowed thickly and began thrusting and pulling back slowly, and she greeted each movement with a low sound, all good. After a few moments, Image found a rhythm and began to pant, feeling something inside him get tighter and tighter as she gasped and sang out, “Image, oooh gosh, Image, I l-aaaaah-love you. Oh ahn, it’s-“
He kept it up catching her mouth in a steamy kiss as his arms wrapped needily around her and up her back, pressing two points between her shoulder blades that made her cry out in ecstasy. Then at one heated moment they both screamed out each other’s name as they climaxed together.
               It took several moments of soft kissing and heavy breathing , and a couple more rounds, but they both eventually collapsed into a hot, blissful stupor in the bed. Image nuzzled her softly as she slid his condom off and threw it somewhere out of the bed, her hands coming back up to his arms, holding loosely and shaking slightly from the happy exhaustion. He managed to breathe out, “Was that okay?”
She laughed a bit and replied, “I’m not an expert, but it was an amazing experience for me. You?”
“Much better than I thought, but I think that’s because I love you. It was better because it had meaning.”
She sighed happily and closed her eyes, “I agree. Let’s get some sleep.” Image rubbed her back softly until her breathing evened out, and he let himself drift slowly out to sleep.
Image sighed as he locked the door for the night. It was too late for anybody to come over, after all. He went to the bathroom and did his nightly routine, shower, pajamas, bed. He only got as far as getting his underwear on before Sephy opened the bathroom door. He blushed and said in a squeaky, embarrassed voice, “S-Sephy, c-can’t it wait till I’m dressed?”
She shook her head and came in, her nightdress filmy and not suited to the cold weather at all, “Image…I want you.”
He gulped, his innocent blue eyes going wide, “W-What?”
Her darker eyes lowered, her lashes fluttering over her red cheeks, “I want you. Tonight.”
She stood there, and in the glow of the bathroom light he noticed that she was wearing nothing under her gown and turned his face away out of modesty.
Sephy stepped forward and looped her arm around his waist, “Please. I know it’s sudden, but I’m sure. I’m ready, Image.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He’d had to be very careful with himself so as not to scare her before now, since they’d been sleeping in the same bed for three months now. It was just hard to believe that it was really happening now. “Sephy, I….thank you.” He returned the embrace gently and kissed the crown of her head, “Thank you for giving me this.”
She smiled against his chest and suggested, “Why don’t we move to the bed now?”
He picked her up, strong despite his slight build, and she giggled, leaning her head against his neck.
Their bedroom was sectioned off from the rest of the house by a thick curtain, so the room was small and warm. Their bedside lamps gave off a soft golden glow as he placed her gently on the bed crawling in over her and caressing her face with one hand. Goosebumps streaked up her arms and across her chest, the top of her head tingling strangely. His voice was gentle, “Are you sure, Sephy?”
“Yes.” She managed a smile and he returned it, leaning down and kissing her with a feather light touch. Her arms found their way to his face, and she cupped his burning cheeks as she leaned up into him, pressing insistently at his lips with her own. He couldn’t help but whimper into it, licking lightly at her lips, hesitant to initiate anything. She opened up slightly and he slid his tongue in, not really knowing what to do and not being able to concentrate with his neck strained at an odd angle. He backed out of it and she sat up, “Let’s try again this way.” He nodded and kissed again, gaining entrance immediately and teasing around her tongue gently. She responded, rolling her tongue into shapes he couldn’t even think about doing. He whined, feeling things getting tight downstairs, but cut himself short to make sure she would be ready.
 Sephy broke away and asked, “Can I take them off?”
He nodded and straightened up. Her soft, warm fingers slipped under the band of his boxers, and began to slide them down, but something came over her face and she grinned slyly. Her hands slid fully in and around to the back, slipping the boxers off as she slid her hands over his rear. He squeaked and nearly lost his balance, ending up with his arms around her neck for support. She chuckled and nuzzled him as she whispered, “Image, it’s alright, isn’t it? That I touch your body.”
He hummed a bit and said, “Y-yeah. Just be careful, okay? It’s my first time, too.”
She responded by licking his ear slowly.
“AhhhAh!”
She sighed in a pleased manner and murmured, “Baby, you’re really turning me on with those noises. Take my gown off.”
He whined and reached down, taking the edges of the hem and pulling them up and over as he leaned back, all the while she was pulling his shorts down till he was exposed. They both locked eyes after he threw the gown aside, not really sure if they were allowed to look at each other.
“Sephy…”
“I love you, Image.”
He nodded and looked down, blushing deeply as he finally saw her whole body, just as creamy white all over as her face. She really did look like a porcelain doll, as he’d heard someone say. He took a deep breath and put a hand up, his questioning look getting a small nod of acceptance. He hesitantly traced his hand over her collarbones, the slipped it down over her breast, surprised at how heavy they were. He hadn’t really expected breasts to have that kind of weight to them. “Oh wow.”
Sephy came into the office and sat at her side of the desk, Image looking up from his paperwork as Jiggles mewed and jumped onto her lap, the bell on his collar jingling. She looked very sad and stroked Jiggles without really thinking about it. The kitten purred softly and nuzzled into her as Image asked softly, "What happened? I thought you were out visiting. Is it Busey again?"
she shook her head, "No, but it is abuse. Creep's gotten involved with a figment and he's broken his wing and scratched his face horribly. He's not even acting like himself anymore."
Jiggles stopped his purring as a teardrop hit  him on the nose, meowing and trying to climb up her shirt to see why his beloved mistress was crying. Image got up and knelt beside her chair, looking up at her worriedly, "Is there nothing we can do? You talked to him, right?"
"I couldn't say anything about it. Figments travel by shadow, you know that. He could have been anywhere and killed him for even talking to me. Image, I just fought with Eat-ler last night and put up that barrier around our valley. I can't fight another immortal being right now, especially not with my hand the way it is."
Her right hand was red and inflamed around the claw marks and bites from her fight with the murderous man. Image sighed and laid his head on her knee, Jiggles licking at his ear now that he could reach it. "I'm sorry, Sephy. If I had any sort of power, I'd fix this."
"I know you would. You're a good man, Image, and I don't know how I found you."
He smiled softly, pushing Jiggles away a bit so he wouldn't have a wet ear all day.
Image was surprised when Sephy came to bed. She hadn't really wanted to be close in the night since he'd had that talk with her. She was in her usual white, filmy nightgown, and he blushed to see her using her pink thneed as a bra underneath. He was actually pleased that she liked his first present to her that much. She sat down on the edge of the bed and asked softly, "Is it okay if I come back? You won't feel awkward or obligated to something?"
He shook his head, "Nah, you're fine."
She rubbed her arm and looked at her knees, "If we did....that, would it make you happier?"
The concern and shock was evident on his face, "What? Why are you asking? I don't want anything from you that you don't honestly want to give me."
"I just," she seemed nervous, "I just don't want to alienate you. I don't want to push you away, especially not with my friends crashing down around me."
"What do you mean, crashing?" He reached over and tugged on her sleeve to get her to move closer.
"Plaid is messed up in his head for some reason, he burned down the house he was living in with lots of other people." She scooted back against the pillows and rested her head on his shoulder, "Slyth lost his memories, Snug's been hit with his worst fear as a reality, Glut chewed on himself and is hurting, Humility's traumatized....the whole world is going nuts and I can't do anything or they won't let me help."
"You can't fix everything, Sephy."
"I KNOW THAT!" She buried her face for a moment in his shoulder. "I know, but that doesn't change how badly it hurts."
He sighed and rubbed her arm slowly, "But how would having sex make it better?"
"I don't know. At least then you'd be happy and I wouldn't feel like a child when I talk to Lust. Or Right. Or pretty much anybody. Heck, even Reflect."
There was silence, then Image asked, "What do you think of, when you feel that way?"
"How I'm missing something. How they know something wonderful that they can share with someone that I can never feel. That I'm stupid and childish, and I should just set you free so you can feel that."
He kissed her to make those painful words stop. No, he didn't have any idea how to fix this, but didn't she always say "love above all else"?
She pressed back almost desperately, needing his reassurance that she was worth something after all.
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Sephy woke up slowly and smiled. Busey had stayed the night with her and Image after he'd show up in their house bound and gagged. He was still lying in the middle of the bed, where she's had him stay, safe between her and Image. She stroked his hair, waking him up a bit and saying softly, "It's okay, Busey. It's just me. I'm glad you slept well." He smiled, though weakly, and nuzzled up against her. He didn't want to leave.....not yet. Image stepped into the room, having gotten dressed early as he always did, "Hey you two sleepy-heads, I've got some waffles ready for you in here." He was happy to have a guest, especially Busey, since the poor boy deserved some kindness. The two in the bed got up, though reluctantly, and went in their pajamas to the table.
Sephy curls up next to Image on her bed, cowering in his arms. The thing that had taken Mons had done its evil will and her friend was dead. He was dead and that thing was playing with his body. There was nothing that could make that better. She cried, silently and in shock from that awful scene. That, and she'd been flashed by Plaid's Greed-ler. Now she couldn't get the image of that horrid object out of her mind. So instead, she kept her head pressed securely against Image's chest and focused on his heartbeat, his breathing.....the soothing sounds of his body. He was asleep by now but she didn't care. His breath, still sweet from the marshmallows he kept in his pocket every day, ruffled her hair. She felt sleep stealing over her at last, and she felt her tears dying out as her eyes closed for the night.
