[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (3). Abandonment Issues
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.5 R18 Beach Episode (3). Abandonment Issues
Her breath caught slightly.
Tiny.
But I saw it.
Then she rolled her eyes again.
“There,” I said immediately. “Second eye roll. Progress.”
Puriel lightly pushed my forehead with two fingers.
“You keep counting those.”
“Because they’re cute.”
“They’re not supposed to be cute.”
“Too bad.”
I caught her hand before she could pull away fully.
Not forceful.
Just enough to keep contact.
Puriel looked down at our hands briefly.
Then back at me.
And yeah.
The atmosphere shifted a little.
Softer.
Closer.
I slowly brushed my thumb over the back of her hand.
“Your patient may have abandonment issues,” I murmured quietly.
“You literally teleport into danger.”
“That’s unrelated.”
Puriel snorted softly.
Then she made the mistake of smiling at me again.
Warm.
Gentle.
Affectionate.
Oh, she had no idea how lethal that expression was.
I leaned closer instinctively.
She noticed.
But didn’t move away.
Interesting.
“Your heart’s beating faster,” I whispered.
Puriel blinked immediately. “W-What?”
“I can hear it.”
“You cannot.”
“I’m an incubus.”
She groaned softly. “You flirt with everything.”
“That’s not true.”
Puriel stared at me.
I sighed dramatically.
“Okay fine. Maybe I do flirt with everything.”
“See?”
“But,” I added quickly, leaning closer again, “I only get clingy with people I actually trust.”
That shut her up.
Immediately.
Her expression softened.
And there it was again.
That warmth.
That genuine care she carried so naturally.
This was becoming harder than the psych ward roleplay.
Because with Pearl or Ivy or Foxy, it was easy to fall into seduction.
Puriel?
Puriel made me want to stay.
I slowly slid down further until my head ended up resting partly in her lap.
Puriel froze instantly.
“Ethan.”
“Mmm?”
“You’re using me as a pillow.”
“You’re warm.”
“That is not an excuse.”
“It absolutely is.”
She sighed again but didn’t push me away.
Instead her fingers returned to my hair automatically.
That soft stroking.
That gentle touch.
I almost closed my eyes from how good it felt.
“If I ask nicely, will you stay after your shift ends?”
Puriel’s fingers paused briefly.
Then continued.
“You make it sound like this is a real hospital.”
“In my defense, you committed to the role way harder than everyone else tonight.”
“That’s because someone has to make sure you don’t destroy yourself.”
I opened one eye to look up at her.
“That sounded suspiciously sincere.”
Puriel immediately looked away.
“It was a joke.”
“Liar.”
She rolled her eyes for the third time.
Then after a few seconds…
“Maybe a little.”
Oh that almost killed me.
I stared up at her dramatically.
“I think my condition just became critical.”
Puriel looked down suspiciously. “Why?”
“Because you admitted you like me.”
Her face instantly turned red.
“I did not say that!”
“You absolutely did.”
“I said maybe!”
“That counts.”
Puriel covered her face with one hand while laughing helplessly under her breath.
Seeing the calm angel nurse completely lose composure because of simple flirting somehow felt more rewarding than all the chaos earlier tonight.
I reached up slowly and caught the edge of her sleeve.
She peeked at me through her fingers.
“Can I have another emotional support cuddle?”
Puriel stared at me for three seconds.
Then sighed dramatically.
“Only because your condition seems severe.”
I grinned immediately.
“Best nurse ever.”
Puriel sighed the way someone sighed right before making a terrible decision they already knew they’d regret.
“You are absolutely taking advantage of my personality.”
“Yes.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“I’m a very honest patient.”
“You are many things. Honest is questionable.”
I gasped dramatically from her lap. “Your words wound me.”
“They clearly didn’t wound you enough.”
I laughed quietly under my breath.
This was nice.
The room stayed soft and warm around us while Puriel kept running her fingers through my hair slowly. No tension. No chaos. Just her sitting against the headboard in that proper nurse outfit while I basically occupied her lap like an oversized clingy cat.
I could get addicted to this frighteningly fast.
I shifted upward slightly.
Puriel blinked. “What are you doing?”
“I requested cuddles.”
“Yes.”
“So I’m upgrading my treatment.”
Before she could protest properly, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her gently down into my embrace.
Puriel let out a startled noise immediately.
“E-Ethan!”
I buried my face against her shoulder comfortably.
“Mmm. Much better.”
“This is more than cuddles!”
I looked up at her with the most innocent expression I could physically create.
Full puppy eyes.
Absolutely shameless.
Puriel stared at me in disbelief.
“You cannot use that face after everything you’ve done tonight.”
“I’m recovering.”
“You are manipulating me.”
I smiled sweetly.
“Yes.”
She groaned softly into one hand.
Then after several seconds of internal struggle…
“Fine.”
Victory.
Puriel settled more comfortably against me afterward, still flustered but no longer trying to escape. Her hands slowly returned to my hair and shoulders again, stroking gently while I practically melted against her.
There was something unfairly calming about her touch.
Not seductive.
Not teasing.
Just affectionate.
Warm.
Safe.
And somehow that made my incubus instincts go completely insane.
I smiled lazily against her shoulder.
Actually smiled.
Bright enough that Puriel looked down at me suspiciously.
“Why do you suddenly look like sunshine?”
I blinked.
Then realized she was right.
I was practically beaming.
Which honestly felt ironic considering I was literally a demon.
“A good nurse heals the soul,” I declared dramatically.
Puriel snorted softly.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“But happy.”
That quieted her slightly.
I felt her fingers slow for just a second against my hair.
Then soften even more.
I relaxed deeper into her embrace while the silence settled comfortably between us. The soft room lights. The smell of tea and soap. The faint rustle of fabric every time she moved.
I almost forgot this was supposed to be roleplay.
Almost.
Because eventually my hands started moving too.
Not obvious at first.
Just subtle touches.
My fingers traced lightly along the fabric at her waist while I rested against her. Nothing aggressive. Just absentminded little movements.
Puriel noticed immediately anyway.
Her body stiffened slightly.
“…Ethan.”
“Mmm?”
“Your hands.”
“They’re attached to me.”
“That is not what I meant.”