The Firebird and it's Owner.

Nodding, it would graze him slightly before she curls up more,the heat increasing as a response, "Rest, if you don't sleep tonight. I will restrict you from the laptop." With that she would close her eyes, her sleeping not having her usual laughter, instead replaced with the gentle sleeping noises of the worn out girl.

"I'm the one who's meant to sleep first, dummy." he whispered to her as he ended his quest, closing the laptop and hugging her before leaning back with her and entering bodylock.

Aoife wouldn't wake up or even show signs of doing so, staying as a perpetual hot water bottle throughout it. Just cooing like a baby as she shifts, slowly unravelling to lie mainly on his chest.

Aphelion didn't budge completely as his aura kept him perfectly preserved in his original position. Another dream, this time not a memory, but perhaps an ambition of sort. The only thing he knew was that he was almost suffocating inside a tuxedo.

Aoife would in the meanwhile be in a void. Her that of a child like version while opposite her standing an exact copy of her current age without the long plaited hair and eyes of fire. Background suddenly changing to be a lava field surrounded by Active Volcanoes, the side with the Child Aoife would hold a large black Dragon, while the 'fake' Aoife would have that of a Phoenix. The two talking rather passively.

As lines of guests appeared before him, Aphelion felt a tug on his arm. He turned to find Aoife in a ball gown, keeping close to him. He could feel the guests look at them as he moved closer to her. She whispered something into his ear and he got excited. Now knowing why he was there, he grinned to her, and she grinned back.

Changing once more, a sudden flash would appear and the two beings would be gone. The now present day version would be staring at multiple eyed beast with teeth the size of her hands, and it's owner, a giant demon four times taller than her and having a plethora of spikes.  The Demon speaking, it would have the exact same tone as her Phoenix mode's voice, whispering to the human about untold devastation she could cause. In the sky the stars literally going out and planets not visible in reality's sky being brought to be perfectly visible, before cracking to pieces with a wave of one of the four hands of the Archfiend.

As the music started, Aphelion shook his sleeve to allow a small flask to slide down into his hand, before grabbing Aoife and entering a waltz. Despite the extremely romantic atmosphere, nobody seemed to alive, an awkward atmosphere... though not for long. As they waltzed around the tables, Aoife would occasionally tip the contents of Aphelion's flask into the foods and drinks, preparing what could be the best Valentine's Day Ball in the history of Beacon.

Hell hound starting to speak as well now, it would take on the voice of Aphelion, saying as alluringly as it can to become stronger for him, as he wouldn't want a weakling for a girlfriend or wife. Seemingly agreeing, she would walk over to the two, her real body starting to heat up as her dream continues, the whisperings of what she sees as herself growing more bold, visual representations of Leo and Shard being destroyed in a variety of ways appearing for encouragement.

The pair continued the dance until every bowl of punch was filled to brim with aphrodisiac. After the welcoming and the dance, all the other students started moving to the bowls, generally to get their female companions a drink. If only they knew what was there, perhaps they would've already moved in strides, perhaps they'd even be doing what Aoifelion was already doing in the gardens, as shamelessly as they wanted.

Aoife's sleeping body would flicker again, her currents now becoming barely visible as her sleeping form evidently starts to embrace the (More) insane side of her, taking on some of the characteristics of the two beings, her hair turning into spikes and her skin cracking and moving away to reveal a more skeletal appearance, flames being where organs and flesh should be.

"Is it getting hot in here?" asked Dreamphelion.

"Oh, frag off, five times is enough for now." answered Dreamoife.

"No, I'm serious, I feel like I'm burning. Stupid tuxedo."

Dreamoife staggered onto him, "You're naked, idiot. We both are. And it's a February night, how can you be hot?"

"I have no idea, I just feel like melting..."

Still just short of blazing, Dream Aoife would now be the size of a planet, quite literally going about and destroying solar systems on a whim. Despite this, outside of the dream she would still be cooing as if she was a baby, evidently in a deep enough sleep that it would have no effect on her existing plane besides her body emitting a higher temperature.

"I'm serious, princess, it's like a sauna here!" exclaimed Dreamphelion, before realising his mistake. Dreamoife went silent momentarily before grabbing him and tossing him into a nearby fountain.

"DON'T CALL ME A PRINCESS! GO AHEAD AND COOL OFF THERE!" she shouted before turning to gather up her gown and leave.

"No- blargharghargh." Dreamphelion fell into the fountain as he was apologising, awakening the real Aphelion.

"Oh dear... this could be the death of me." he mumbled to himself as his bodylock wore off, before realising Aoife's overheating. He pulled his flannel off of his forehead and instead placed it on hers, "I knew she was lying about burning the bacteria... Idiot."

Feeling the flannel despite being in her lucid state, her aura would fade back to being just warm as the dream passes, now moving back into the black void, her cooing stopping and falling silent again. Her real self would subconsciously cling to Aphelion's sides, taking firm hold of whatever it can, whether clothing or revealed skin.

"You lying bugger, I thought you didn't want lewd stuff." he said to her, "You're not getting any..." he was stern, but Aoife's continuous clinging made him a bit confused, but it got him fired up.

"Damn you sleeping Aoife for awakening my inner pervert again..." he said, getting dizzy as the blood in his body flowed away from his head to a completely different body part. He was certain Aoife would feel it, but he sure as hell didn't want her to.

Shifting slightly would be her only reaction, mumbling something what may as well of been in another language it was that incomprehensible, her hold lightening slightly before her head goes right over his heart, the heartbeat only helping to keep her asleep.

"Damn it... Damn it... Damn it..." Aphelion's mind flew all over the place as Aoife lay in his hands, so innocently resting her head on his chest. My Demongirl, why do you tempt me so...

He unwrapped Aoife from the ball position to take her off himself, but accidentally slipped his hand below her garments. His mind blew instantly as the imagery of his misery got to him and he knocked himself out, purely by doing something too perverted at a moment of weakness.

Crying out slightly but thinking nothing more than a sudden gust of wind had brushed her, she wouldn't open her eyes, trying to move back to place her head on him though it would be with the strength of a sloth.

Having this time entered Dreamland without protection ((no innuendo I swear)) Aphelion's lewd fantasy continued.

"I'm sorry! Look, I'm all cool now!" Dreamphelion shouted after Dreamoife, who appeared out of nowhere and slapped him on the face with a burning slap, bringing him back to reality.

"Ugh... You're better than the dream you..." he muttered as he woke up and clambered back against the wall. Seeing Aoife still on himself, he sighed, "If you ask, we both needed to use it. he heaved Aoife up onto himself so that their foreheads shared the wet flannel. He reached out for his MP and plugged the earphones into his ears, clicking to start a song and closing his eyes, putting his arms around her and tapping on her back to the rhythm.

Nuzzling him in response, she would purr briefly in her sleep, though it would just be a precursor to her resumed cooing. Seemingly full prepared to sleep even if a tornado hit them, and with the aura around her being barely visible but still giving off heat, it would seem she would survive it too.

A tornado wipes out ADAM dorm, leaving Aoife sleeping on Aphelion's torn up corpse.

Aphelion continued tapping Aoife while listening to music, catching on and singing some lyrics, "King Bruce Lee... Karate mistrz..." he repeated, despite it sounding foreign and making no sense to him. He liked the beat though.

moaning slightly from the tapping, she would nuzzle him slightly harder before biting him, the pressure being like if a baby was trying to touch something as light as possible. Giggling while holding her teeth onto him, she would just stay like it, her lewd dreams finally returning.

"Ow!" Aphelion yanked his headphones out as she bit him, but didn't move her. I guess it's only fair after what I did to her... The problem is that I am aroused.

Having realised that, the pervert took over as he carefully slipped off Aoife's skirt, down to her ankles. He closed his eyes and kept them shut, If she wakes up, don't move, blame her.

Still leeching off his neck, it would be little more than nibbling as she shivers from the clothing movements. Mumbling into his skin incoherently.

With his own legs, Aphelion spread hers and let her drop gently onto him. His hands moved onto the shirt now, slowly rolling it up until it was just above her chest.

Shivering again, her aura would manifest in its blanket form, her teeth drawing blood at the suddenness of her movements, groaning lightly.