Jane and Glenn’s reunion sex scene went through a few permutations from the first draft to the last. Let’s go in reverse chronological order.
In the most recent version back, Jane actually blacks out after orgasm and Aster takes over, revealing herself to Glenn almost immediately:
They collapsed against the door, shaking and panting for breath, hair sticking to damp skin, lips bruised. Jane nuzzled Glenn’s nose with her own and he grinned. “Ooh, Puppy, did I miss you, she purred.”
Glenn froze, that one word wiping away any pleasure remaining from his own release. “What did you call me?” he demanded. He pushed his hands against the door, putting some space between them.
“Oops,” Jane said, her cadence and tone slightly different, slightly off. The expression in her eyes wasn't hers. It was alien as if someone had put her face on like a mask. She giggled, a very un-Jane-like giggle that triggered warning bells in his head. “Oh come on, say you missed me too?”
Glenn stumbled back, his pants around his ankles tangling him up. “No no no,” he babbled. Jane was straightening out her dress, almost businesslike, but with a sly smirk as if this was all the most delightful joke. “It can’t be. You can’t be…”
“Mmm, that was nice,” she said, smoothing her hands up and down her body. “Nice to have you put some muscle into it for once. I like it rough. You really blew Jane’s mind this time. None of those sweet, romantic, tiny little orgasms she’s used to. That Ashley chick must have been good practice.”
“Aster,” Glenn spat. He yanked his pants up and put as much room between them as possible. “How? Why?”
She stepped forward, smiling in amusement at how Glenn jumped back. “I’ve been here ever since she killed me. I’ve seen everything she’s seen, heard everything she’s heard… felt everything she’s felt. That’s right, lover,” she said, her voice sugar-coated poison, “you thing you’ve been inside her? I’ve been inside her, closer than you could ever be, and every time you’ve fucked her, you’ve been fucking me too.”
Glenn was shaking with rage, his stomach twisting with disgust. “Get out of her,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Let her go.”
“Make me,” she said, holding her arms out to the sides as if beckoning him to step up. “I almost killed you once, you fucker. I can do it again.”
Glenn clenched his fists. “No, I won’t hurt her.”
Aster shrugged. “Have it your way. Later, Puppy,” she said, and let herself out.
Ashley stood in the hall, fists clenched, glaring at her, angry tears making mascara tracks down her cheeks. “Oh hello, how long have you been standing there?” Aster asked.
Ashley took in the torn fishnets, the dangling ribbons, Jane’s makeup smeared and her hair mussed, and solved the equation. “You fucking cunt!” Ashley raged, pulling her fist back for a punch.
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