Necky seems asexual or aromantic and they seem totally repulsed by each other.
I’m still looking forward to everyone writing fanfic to compete for crescent moon high scores though.
You asked for it.
Amber and Becky lay side by side on pillow mountain, watching Wayne's World and eating KFC. Amber glanced sideways, taking in the sight of Becky; the confident way she wears her backwards Rugrats ballcap. The gentle curves of her neck and body. The sensual way she licked the chicken grease off her fingertips, slowly, eyes half closed.
There had been a dry spell lately at the Gaylord Manor, but in that moment, something stirred deep inside Amber, a hunger more profound than that for fried chicken.
The room was heady with the sensual aromas of perfume, Febreeze, Airwicks, Glade plug-ins, musty sheets, chicken grease, and dog hair. But a new smell was permeating the air. Pheromones.
"BAAAAAAYBEEEEEEE" said Amber. "BAYBEEEEEEEE WILL YOU RUB MY BACK??"
She didn't really need her back rubbed. But she craved any excuse for Becky to touch her. "Sure." said Becky, reaching over with one hand and gently stroking her back. "My dead cousin loved this movie."
"WASN'T THAT YOUR NEPHEW?" said Amber. "Ihavemanydeadrelatives" mumbled Becky, looking away, a stormy expression across her face.
For a split second, Amber was almost compelled to feel empathy and compassion. A vague sense of concern for another human being washed across her. It was unfamiliar. Unsettling. She tried to think of something else. She had to stop this.
"Mycousinwhodiedalwayslikedwhenwe-""BAYBEE WILL YOU PASS ME SOME MORE CHICKEN?"
And just like that, the moment was over. Becky reached into the bucket of chicken, leaving a single greasy handprint on the back of Amber's shirt. Becky looked introspective for a moment as she passed Amber a chicken thigh, but soon she was watching the movie again with rapt attention.
Amber bit into the chicken thigh, bit with intensity and passion. The juices ran down her chin. She closed her eyes and moaned for a moment. Her taste buds awakened with the complex yet playful combination of salt, fat, MSG, spices. A chill ran down her spine. This was pleasure. She had barely chewed it three times when she gave into the urge to swallow. She had to feel it in her throat. Know that it was inside her. She shuddered. She hasn't known pleasure like this in at least 20 minutes. She had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She went for a second bite. Squirmed in her seat. This was too good to be true, but here it was, another bite of chicken. Unable to contain herself, she closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. In the background, Becky was mumbling something, but Amber could no longer hear it.