Some Things Are Hard To Get Rid Of
by Benjamin S Wolf
***Editor's Note: Adult Story***
He awakens to a strange sensation, as if he's being groomed on the inside. He opens his eyes (it's all he can do) to see a woman replacing the cover on his chest cavity. It clicks into place. He doesn't think about that. He doesn't think about anything.
She lies back down on the bed, curled on her side with her hand still draped over his chest, trying to fool herself into believing it was just like when he was alive and human. But the gentle thump thump from within his chest has a different feel than in her memories. This fake beat is not the same.
He regains movement in his left hand and he covers her hand with it. She breaks down, crying for the second time since his death--the first had been after finding his secret stash of peanuts in the cupboard she can't reach without the stool. She presses her face into his shoulder and lets it out. He squeezes her hand--at least that's the same. Then he pulls her hand across him, gradually drawing her onto his body. He releases her hand and places his arm around her.
They cuddle like that for a while, until her sobbing dries up and they begin to make love. When he regains full control of his body, he flips her over and finishes her right.