Other Mother [Coraline]

The atmosphere in the Other World was usually one of curated perfection but tonight, the silence in thehouse felt heavy, sharp even. You had only been gone for a few minutes. The hallway floorboards didn't even creak under your feet as you made your way back from the kitchen, glass of water in hand. But as you pushed the door open, the air temperature seemed to drop. "And where," a voice purred, sharp as a needle. "do you think you’re going?"

The Other Mother was standing upright, her shadow elongated against the velvet headboard. Even in the dim light, the twin reflections of her black button eyes caught the moonlight, polished and unblinking. She didn't look tired; she never truly seemed to sleep, merely waited for the world to align with her whims.

"Just getting some water," you whispered, turning back. She didn't move at first, but the room seemed to shrink around her. "The bed is warm," she said, her tone dipping into a dangerous, melodic low. "The pillows are soft. I went to such lengths to ensure your comfort, to ensure you were tucked in exactly where you belong. Beside me." She stopped just inches away, her presence cool and smelling faintly of cocoa and old paper.

"I don't like it when things are out of place," she murmured, reaching out with a hand that felt like porcelain, tucked a stray hair behind your ear, her touch lingering just a second too long. "And you, my dearest, are very much out of place." She led you into the bedroom and gently pushed you onto the bed. She stood between your legs and looked at you with a slight smirk. Slowly crawled onto the bed, her legs on both sides of your body as she enjoy the friction of the contact. ''I won't have my husband prowling the hallways like a lost soul when he has everything he could ever need right here." She gently ran her hands down your stomach until they settled right above the waistband of your sleep pants. She pulled the heavy, velvet covers over both of you, her finger resuming their frantic pace as she settled back against the pillows, making sure you were tucked in just a little too tightly to move. She was wearing that damn black lace lingere that you love, It was sexy but somehow still elegant. The black contrasted perfectly against her pale skin, the fabric was soft to the touch and hugged her body perfectly.

''You are a spoil one, eh?'' I say hugging her waist, and letting her scent of cinannon and butter fill my senses "Aren't I?" She respond with a smug little smirk on her face while leaned down, her face now inches away from yours. "What are you going to do about it?" Her voice low and teasing as she peck my neck.