Play “Slay Ride” by Coraline As Is
“Come on, girl! Let’s do a comedy hit for Christmas! What you got? Don’t think! Just let it roll off your tongue,” Cora commanded.
“I’m in the mood for somethin’ dirty with spice!” I rocked my chin in a sassy way letting the line flow.
“I’ll be the naughty to your sweet and nice,” Cora echoed.
“Nuh uh,” I shook my head and grabbed a notebook and pencil, scribbling lines down.
“Hmmm. What rhymes with ‘down?’ All I can think is ‘pound town,’ but that’s stupid.”
Cora barked out a laugh. “I love it! Do it! Pound me, baby!”
“Come on baby, jump on this sled! Kiss me! Kill me! Deck me in bed!”
“Haaaaaaa,” Cora laughed and ran to her piano. “Read ‘em off, Sam. Give me the lines.”
She started playing a fast-paced series of chords, so I read off the lyrics, and she added a melody to my song about getting slayed on the holiday ride of a lifetime.
“We need jingle bells!” I chuckled.
“And back-up singers with a jazz band!” Cora sang out.
“Slay Ride”
I’m in the mood for somethin’ dirty with spice.
You’ll be so naughty.
And I won’t be nice.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
don’t let me down.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
headin’ for pound town.
Girl, you’re standin’ there
by that shiny tree
And all I can think
is come here to me.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
don’t let me down.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
headin’ for pound town.
Kill me with kisses,
you naughty missus.
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I’ll be your sled,
So deck me in bed.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
don’t let me down.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
headin’ for pound town.
You taste my lips,
and I’ll grab your hips.
I know you’re the slayer,
So grant me this favor.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
don’t let me down.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
headin’ for pound town.
I’m in the mood for somethin’ dirty with spice
You’ll be so naughty.
And I won’t be nice.
Come on, baby,
jump on this sled.
Kiss me, kill me,
Deck me in red.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
don’t let me down.
It’s a slay ride, baby,
headin’ for pound town.
We sang it through a second time then collapsed laughing, and it was the most fun I’d had in ages. Who needed Discord when you had someone to giggle and write songs with, no matter the distance that separated you?
Cora just fit. It was so easy to be with her. No pressure. No pretending. Just me in my jammies laughing about a smutty holiday song. Really, she was all I’d ever wanted, and I decided to let her know.
“Cora? Can we decide to be girlfriends? Like for real? Committed?”
“I decided that when I looked into your eyes at the Ryman, Sam. But if you’re ready to take on all of me, then I’ll never say ‘no’ to that question.”
I smiled at her. “I’m past ready, Cora. It feels so natural being with you. Like I can just be myself, and I feel so free! I’m really into you.”
“That makes two of us. So, all this mushy stuff, and we still can’t get naked or say dirty things because of THE PERVERTS who might be surveilling us?”
“We could come up with a code language. Or—“
“You do you? I do me? That second dream in Moons Dancing always does nicely, and if I knew you were thinking about it . . .”
The tiniest thought of it had me hot and ready.
“Are you as wet as I am right now?”
“Oh dear god, Sam. I thought we weren’t allowed to go there!” she moaned. “Do you know how bad I want to— crap, I’m not gonna say it, so fill in the blanks.”
“It’s like dirty talk Blank Bits where you have to fill in the spaces. Lemme think up some naughty words to finish that sentence. Take your clothes off right now? Go get the lube?”
She laughed. “You’re pretty on the nose, romance writer. You’re good at this. Wanna tell me more?”
“How ‘bout I whisper sweet nothings to my GIRLFRIEND then go get the second dream on in my imagination whilst doing me? Hmmm?”
She smiled, and at first, it was wicked, then her face opened into something more vulnerable. “Do you think you could walk in my dreams again, Sam? If you tried? Now that you know me? Is that possible?”
My eyebrows pinched. “I— I don’t really know, Cora. I’ve never tried. Have you heard of lucid dreaming?”
She nodded, so I kept going. “It’s something you’re supposed to practice. Like, write all of your dreams down so you get really good at connecting your waking and sleeping minds together. Well— holy fuck!” I sat up, excited about the connection she’d prompted.
“Like two parts of your mind: the non-conscious sleeping self, and the waking, conscious, thinking mind. You sync them up by practicing and focusing on dreams. Then eventually, you can teach yourself to become aware in the dreaming state and take charge of the dream. Tell it where to go and how to behave.”
Something of that rang with the words: “There are two worlds,” but I put that Sibsil Creed quote out of my mind.
My face fell, “I know I can’t do that in one go, Cora. I dunno how long lucid dreaming skills take to develop, and in the past, I always thought it was too much work to write down every dream. I have a reason to now, though. Should we try?” I asked softly. “You do yours, and I’ll do mine?” I asked with a smirk.
Cora nodded, smiling. “Okay, I’ll try to remember my dreams and write them all down. I hope to god there’s something spicy in them tonight! But it’ll probably be all stress dreams about going on stage and realizing I’m naked. Or sitting at a piano and having no idea what music is. That sort of shit.”
“No, you’re gonna have a good time with Moons Dancing dream number two, and I’ll be right there with you in a mystical way. Then you’ll fall peacefully asleep and dream sweet things—"
“Naughty things! I want some hot dreams!” Cora demanded.
“Naughty things all night long. Then you can tell me all about it later.”
“I’m really into you, Sam. I miss you.”
“I’m really into you too, Cora, and I’ll be seeing you very, very soon. Then we’ll have a nice, long trip to Andromeda together and have our first fight because it sucks to travel such a long time on a starliner.”
“Hey! This isn’t a sexy goodnight conversation to have now that we’ve decided to be girlfriends!”
“See, fighting already. We gonna kiss and make up?”
She grinned, and there was something feral in it. “So much more than kiss, Sam. Second dream.”
“Second dream,” I promised and wished her good night, smile on my lips already anticipating what would come next.
