The contract Mejja hands me is lengthy. But as Leona said, as a legal adult with the authority to sign myself into binding contracts, it is crucial that I know what I'm getting into. I read the whole thing in detail, end to end, until I understand all the terms, before putting down any ink of my own.
I don't know if it's the norm, but this contract is extremely favorable to me. There are hardly any restrictions, mainly that I can't divulge any information I've been informed is classified, without first receiving the proper clearance. Mejja didn't say that anything he taught me about psions falls under that, so it must all be fair game.
Which... alright, when I think about it, it makes perfect sense. He couldn't give me any classified information before I signed anyway.
Besides that, my only responsibilities center around keeping myself in fit and healthy condition, which includes a ban on any smoking, alcohol, and hard drugs. A kind of silly requirement since most of those are still off the table until I turn twenty two. Well, plenty of people drink alcohol underage, so I guess it's an extra protection against stuff like that...
The last requirement is of course, the actual reason for hiring me. I need to come in once a month for scans and tests, and it even says I'll have daily checks while I'm at school.
“How are you going to do this part?” I ask and point out the 'at school' section.
“You will have someone on campus with you to check on changes to your energy pathways and any other psionic traces each day. It won't be as thorough or invasive as fully scanning you, but it will provide us with a regular view of your PEP as it repairs itself,” Mejja reports.
“Watching it should both allow us to estimate how long it will take to heal, and see if we can suss out how you have not died from it being in its current condition.”
“Alright.” So, they're going to send someone to watch me? I'm not sure how I feel about that, but whatever. Again, it's, something that might help me.
Besides what they require of me, there are whole sections of what they're offering. Money. Like Mejja said, a lot of money. Protection and confidentiality at school. Support in fixing my body. Also level fifteen security clearance since it's technically a military job.
Everything I read looks good and fits the agreement we made, and I don't see anything here they could exploit. No loopholes, suspicious wording, or vague clauses that they could twist later on. Just in case, I ask Leona to double check in case I missed anything, and she gives it the ok too.
End to end, it's a solid agreement that gives us both what we want. Help for me, and research for them.
I sign the contract.
“Very good.” Mejja smiles and offers a hand, “Welcome to psi-ops, Seiko Maka-san.”
That concludes our business, so we head back out soon after. We make it to the transport terminal, onto the shuttle, and we're on our way. When we leave the city and can finally see the sky again, it turns out to be sometime during the day. Early morning, it looks like.
At least Leona doesn't sit me in her lap this time. I still wind up drowsing against her side most of the way though, gazing out of the window. Watching the sunrise paint the sky into beautiful shades of tangerine and eventual blues as the road rolls away beneath the quiet hum of the shuttle. I smile a little, sinking closer to her warmth.
“Seiko, we're here.” Leona shakes me lightly, then pulls me up from the seat while I rub tiredly at my eyes. Did I fall asleep...? She checks her mobile on the way off the shuttle, then turns to me as we stand at the terminal.
“It's six thirty, are you up for school?”
I respond slowly. “Mm, yeah. I'm kind of tired, but I think I'm fine.” I can't afford to miss any more class.
“Alright.”
On our way back toward the dorms, I ask, “So, what day is it anyway? And what am I supposed to tell the teachers about all the time I missed?” My heart is starting to sink. I secured help with my body problem, but at what cost...?
“It's Thursday,” she starts off. “We just have to tell the teachers. Since it's government-related, any psi-ops absences are excused, so we'll be fine as long as we don't fall too far behind on our school work.”
“Huh...” Having the absences excused by the school is good, but... “Wait, how are we supposed to catch up on our work though?”
She tilts her head. “Just go to the staff room and ask about what you missed, then read up on it, and do any extra homework assignments you missed.”
“No- right, yeah. I mean, I know that.” I shake my head. “What I mean is, how are we supposed to catch up on so much work?”
“Huh?” Head still tilted in plain confusion, she says, “It's not that much you know. Just get it done over the weekend.” Then she frowns. “Seiko, you aren't already behind, are you? Do you need help studying?”
I'm so confused. “No, I mean, just, we have like, months of catchup to do. How are we even supposed to start on that...?”
“What are you talking about?”
We both stop and stare at each other, right in the middle of the big grassy campus.
“Seiko, we've only been gone a few days, what are you talking about?” Leona asks again.
“A... few days?” I sit down on the ground.
Leona kneels close in front of me. “Seiko, what's wrong?”
“I...” My mouth keeps moving uselessly for a bit, before I can get more words out. “Leona, it felt like we were gone for at least three or four months.”
She stares at me, eyes widening when she realizes how far off I am right now. “Hold on.” She stands back up and pulls out her mobile. She turns, taking a few steps away and brings the device up to her ear.
“Hey. Yeah, we just got back to school.” I only hear the one side of the conversation as she starts talking to someone. “Seiko just said something concerning and I need to know, have you heard of any incidents of, uhh, time slippage? Or, I should say, of someone you put in the scanner thinking they experience significantly longer than the actual time that passes?”
If she's talking about the scanner, would that be Mejja on the line? “Yes. Yes, Seiko said that the last three days have felt like at least three to four months.” She pauses, and I can just make out the voice on the mobile getting louder.
“Yeah, yeah, impressive, sure,” she grunts, “but everyone's mental fortitude has limits.” She pauses again and frowns as Mejja keeps speaking, then sighs. “Fine, Mejja. I'll contact you again later. Yeah yeah, I know. I'll send the data as soon as I get to the first check. Uh huh, bye.”
As soon as she lowers her mobile from her ear, she clicks her tongue in annoyance. “Mejja says he hasn't seen a reaction like that before, so he can't give any insight into it, but he will keep it in mind for future scanning sessions.” Extending a hand down to me, Leona's tone suddenly becomes much more gentle. “Come on. I know it's been a long time for you, but just try to remember that for everyone else, we've only been gone a few days, alright?”
I take her hand and nod shakily. She pulls me up from the grass, and we proceed back across campus to the dorms. When it's starting to appear in the distance, Leona reminds me to pull my lab coat closed since my shirt doesn't do much to hide my breasts.
Actually... As we're reaching the front of the building, I'm getting completely red in the face. I'm supposed to walk through the dorm dressed like this?! All I've got on are the oversized lab coat and a white t-shirt that falls all the way to my knees, and bandages wrapped all over. I look like a kid dressed in their parents' clothes or something!
Apparently, Leona plans on escorting me all the way back to my room, because she doesn't break off for the women's side, and sticks by me right through the front entrance into the guys' dorm building.
At this time of morning, pretty much everyone is up and getting ready, so every eye in the building is on the two of us as we walk past. Like Leona told me, she's beyond used to getting stared at all the time and doesn't pay one bit of attention to anyone around us.
I... can't do that. I keep huddling down, bright red with everyone's stares boring into me as I close the lab coat tight around me.
When we reach my room, I tap the panel to open the door, and flinch a little when it opens and a blinding light shoots right into my eyes. Squinting into it, I hear, “Sei!” the light clicking out a moment later when Ken shuts off the projector, and rushes out the door. “You're back! How did it go?” I blink away spots, Ken standing over me with his big, welcoming smile.
I know it's only been three days. But that isn't how it feels. I throw my arms around him, his waist being about the highest I can easily reach, and hug him. I know I'm not supposed to cry, but a few tears of joy come anyway, and my shoulders shake.
He freezes up, before he reaches down to rub my back comfortingly.
“Seiko came to psi-ops with me,” Leona reports, explaining things while I'm indisposed. “We ran some tests to uncover the nature of Seiko's current issues. For some reason, rather than experiencing it as three days in our testing environment, Seiko, well...”
Leona sighs deeply, her cold, clinical tone slipping a little. “To put it plainly, Seiko experienced the time as three or four months, sitting alone in a box.”
“Shit...”
“Yeah, shit,” she agrees.
Ken bends down to my height. “Sei, are you alright?” he asks, staring at me seriously.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't actually think it was that bad, since it was for something important. I'm really glad to see you again though.”
“You too, Sei.”
After a few moments' pause, Leona says, “I'll see you in class, Seiko.”
“See you,” I respond as she turns down the hall.
Once she's gone, Ken waves me inside. “Come on, we have to get ready,” he says.
“Yeah,” I agree easily. “I need a shower.” The best I got the last few, days apparently, were some quick splashes under some cold running water. I feel grimy and really need a good wash. We have a little over an hour, so there's time.
I grab my stuff and head into the shower. “Oh my god, hot water...” I moan, hands running over myself, up into my hair. After just standing under the wonderfully hot water for a bit, I remind myself I have stuff to do, and get to properly washing and showering myself.
Once I get out, hot and maybe a little light headed, I pat myself dry and rub in the moisturizer Jen gave me. I want to see Jen again... I wrap a towel around myself, wobble out the door into our room, and gaze over at Ken as he's changing into his uniform.
Going through my own dresser, I pull out my stuff, along with one of my new bras. What ever happened to the one I was wearing back then...? When Leona almost killed me and destroyed my clothes? I can't even remember anymore...
“Uhh, Sei?” I look up when Ken calls my name. When I do, he's looking straight at my chest. That's kind of embarrassing... Ken clears his throat, clearly stopping himself from looking away, then opens his mouth like he's trying to say something. “It... looks like you got bigger.”
“Did I...?” I grab my boobs and feel them. They aren't quite as sore and tender as before when I give them a squeeze. Yeah, I think they kind of fill my hands a little more, don't they...? “Yeah, it looks like they did,” I confirm. He looks away, his face a bit red, and I get back to dressing.
“Oooh...” I mumble after slipping into my bra. I forgot how good these feel... I'm thirsty.....
I slowly begin to realize that my mind is wandering. Going back to the washroom, I splash myself with some cold water and take a long drink from the tap. As I do, it feels like everything suddenly coming back into focus.
“Oh, wow, ok.” I blink rapidly and shake myself as I stare into the mirror. Damn, I was not thinking straight there, was I? Still shaking my head, I return to our room and finish pulling on my school uniform.
By the time we make it through breakfast and leave the dorm, I've finally managed to clear the foggy-headedness from apparent lack of food and water, and getting overheated in the shower. All of which, I only realized afterward, when I was actually able to think clearly again.
“Ugh...” I rub my temples, embarrassed about past-me. “Sorry about that, Ken.”
“No worries, Sei. You went through hell lately.” He dismisses it all like it's nothing, and we share smiles on our walk to the main school building.
When we reach our class, everyone else is already there, and they pounce on me immediately. I go for Jen though, hugging her tightly. It takes some time before they can get me off of her, and my brief explanation of how it felt like I was away a lot longer than I really was, before we all settle back into chatting like usual.
I glance up to Leona's seat a few times, but she doesn't show up until the very last second, our first period teacher following on her heels.
With the start of classes, I don't have a chance to talk to her at all. Then when the teacher calls on me for attendance, he doesn't make a single comment about me missing the last three days. Weird...
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As soon as first period ends and we have our break, I call Leona, hoping to introduce her to the rest of my friends, but she just puts up a hand, shakes her head, and looks away again.
Is she... ignoring me? Why? It's off-putting, and I don't really know what to think... But if she doesn't want to talk, I guess I should leave her alone...
My confusion and worry over Leona doesn't put me in the best mood throughout the day, but I try to ignore that and enjoy my time back with my friends.
For now, they don't really ask about what happened while I was gone. I guess they're waiting for me to bring it up. But... I'm not sure, am I supposed to tell them about psi-ops? I want to ask Leona, but she's not talking to me...
I'm worried about that throughout the day, until it comes time for gym class. I change in the toilet as usual, and again, I'm thankful for my sports bra. Those bandages got the job done, but this feels so much better.
When I come out of the toilet, I'm surprised to find more faces than usual waiting. There's a short guy hanging off of Lucy, which she seems to be unaware of for some reason, and Zeke is off to the side, talking to Ken.
“Hey,” I raise a hand as I approach. They all turn to me, and I catch a weird look from Zeke, just for a moment, before he goes back to not paying attention to me. Does he have a problem with me...? I don't know what to think as we quickly set off toward the gym.
We split up into our classes as usual, then head out of the gym for some general track and field stuff. Dashes, long jumps, high jumps... I go through it like normal. I'm kind of distracted with my worries about Leona and Zeke though, so I don't do that great, and wind up tripping over myself a couple times along the way.
Once we're back in class for our last period, it's clear that a lot of people skip this period already, since it's just organizational. I do finally get to ask about the new guy, presently sharing Ken's desk with Jen as she rubs her fingers through my hair. The guy's slouched against Jen's back, but she doesn't even seem to care.
“Me? Matt Bell.” He offers a simple wave when I ask about him. I look around at the others, and they just shrug.
“Picked him up while you were gone,” Ken thankfully deigns to explain. “He's just... eh?” Huh, he does seem to just laze around from the looks of him...
“Fine, whatever,” I sigh, deciding not to put too much thought into it. Shortly after, last period ends. With the end of school bell, Leona approaches me for the first time.
“Seiko, come with me,” she says simply, and my friends immediately fall back, away from her. I frown, glancing back at them.
“Sure.” I follow her out of the room and through the school, until we end up at staff room. Oh, that's right, I'm supposed to get any work to catch up on. Well, I've studied enough that even today's lessons were no big deal, so I didn't fall behind or anything, but I still need to pick up any missing homework...
Following her inside, we begin to flag down the necessary teachers, until I've received all the work I need to catch up on. It's a bit of a pile, but I'll manage... It all goes in my schoolbag, then we head off down the hall again.
The next place we stop is the infirmary. “What are we doing here?” I ask.
“Two things. Dealing with your status, and your daily checkup.” Oh, right. In my funk, I completely forgot about that. Without further explanation, she leads me through the door. How does this checkup work anyway? Didn't Mejja say he'd send someone to monitor me?
My train of thought is interrupted by Leona addressing the doctor in the office, a woman in her early twenties with sky blue hair. “Doctor, this is Seiko Maka. On orders from the Meridan Psionics division, Seiko's medical records are to be kept confidential.”
Taking a quick step forward, she thrusts an actual paper letter into the hands of the tongue-tied doctor. While the blue haired woman opens it and reads through, Leona continues to speak. “Divulging any of Seiko's medical information without direct authorization from psi-ops or military high command is punishable with imprisonment or mandatory military service for a period no shorter than two years.”
My mouth falls open. But she isn't done. “This includes the school's leadership, Seiko's family, and any government personnel below clearance level five.” The doctor's face goes completely pale. “You are cleared to discuss Seiko's medical information with Seiko, myself, Aalin Mejja from psi-ops, or any persons with level five clearance and above. Do you understand?”
There's a pause, then-
“Ahem,” the doctor clears her throat, looking up from the letter and straightening up, recovering remarkably quickly. “Understood.”
“Good. Now, we will be using your office to conduct Seiko's daily checkups from now on.”
“Alright...” she answers a little more uncertainly this time, before turning swipe at her computer, and I see what must be my records appear on the screen, because there's an image of me in the corner. She spends some time scanning over the document while Leona pulls something out of her pocket, sticks it to her forehead, and looks around the office.
“Can't stand, and need support...” she mutters. Her attention turns to a chair, and she leans down, looking at it intensely, then shakes her head.
The doctor finishes reading through my records, turning to look at me once more, while Leona moves off through the office. She stands and says, “Maka-kun? I suppose we will see more of each other. I'm unsure of...-” she glances over to Leona, currently pulling aside some curtains around the rest beds, “-your circumstances, but I will help however I can. Alright? My name is Miha Belinda and I suppose I will be acting as your doctor for a little while.” She adds just a touch of humor at the unexpectedly serious situation.
“Th-thanks, Doctor.”
“Seiko,” Leona calls, so we both go over to where she's standing, next to one of the rest beds near the back corner of the room, shaking out her hands and wrists, and bouncing up and down on her feet, like she's loosening up to do... something? She takes out her mobile, presses a couple buttons, then sets it on the bed.
“Yeah, this will work,” she says to herself and takes a really deep breath, before her muscles start to tense. “Take off your jacket and vest.” I do as she says, but... what's wrong? She's staring a hole through the curtain next to the bed, eyes squinted and jaw clenched. Even the air around her feels heavy somehow.
I quickly take off my clothes as she directs, then she comes over, and my whole body locks up as soon she comes near me. When she looks at me, there's a faint sparkle of violet playing behind her eyes. “On the bed,” she says through her clenched teeth, but I physically can't move. What is this feeling?
Her hand comes up to lead me there, but her movements are jerky. She takes my arm and slides me over, and I can feel her grip clenching and unclenching on my wrist, until she winces and jerks. I stumble trip over the edge, sprawling out on the bed because I can't move right under this crushing weight.
The glow in her eyes is building, shifting blue, as she clumsily climbs up on top of me, sliding my shirt up to my armpits, then my bra. Her body is starting to shake as she presses one hand on my chest, firmly against my breastbone, between my breasts, and the other on my stomach.
The air is too heavy to breathe as the shifting, cerulean light begins to spill over from her eyes. Her teeth clench together as she hesitates, like she's waiting for something, and the air pushes heavier and heavier around us.
Then she leans down, pressing her forehead to mine, her blazing sapphire eyes staring into mine. Even our noses touch. Then there's this surge, and my whole body flares hot. Like an overheating reactor. I tremble, trying to gasp, but I can't move right. Everything is spinning. Her hands against my bare skin are like brands of burning ice.
The whole time, her eyes bore into mine, overflowing color of power drilling into my soul.
Then she snaps up with a sharp gasp.
“Urrghh!” she groans in pain, through grinding teeth. Her hands go to her head as she staggers up and off the bed. “I told you I could do it!” After a few more ragged gasps, she turns back to me with sweat on he brow and a shaky, triumphant grin.
As for me, I'm sucking down air in rapid, shallow gasps. My heart hammering through my chest, and my skin is on fire. I want... I... I don't know. I can't think right. My legs keep moving and shaking on their own, and it feels so good whenever they rub together. My whole body is tingling like my nerves are on fire. I can't muster any strength in my arms at all as they splay uselessly on the bed, my top still hanging disheveled around my shoulders.
Once Leona's moment of strangely unexpected triumph passes and she looks down at me, she frowns a little. But it's the doctor who speaks up, drawing my gaze over to her. “What was that...?” She's blushing crimson all the way to her hairline, and her hands come up to her burning cheeks. “A-and, why- aren't you male?”
Ignoring the doctor, Leona stumbles a step back to the side of the bed and grabs her mobile. She taps at it for a few moments with a huge, angry grin. “I'm tier seven for a reason,” she growls through her teeth at the screen, before tossing it down on the bed again. Then she follows, plopping down heavily herself.
Once she has finally sat and settled herself down, Leona asks, “Seiko, how are you?”
“Uuuu...” I mewl. I can't think and my skin is so hot. My toes are twitching. I want her to touch me more...
“Mm, just give it some time, the effect should pass in a while.” Then she closes her eyes and sighs, the tension going out of her shoulders.
“V-Vicca-san,” the doctor finally speaks up again. “Could you please explain what's going on? What did you do to Maka-...san and why is sh- he- she- th-uhh-theeim,” she fumbles uselessly before shaking herself and pushing on, “l-like that?”
Leona sighs. “I forced a psionic flood.” She waves a hand dismissively. “You wouldn't understand what it is or how it works. I did it to check Seiko's psionic energy pathways.”
The doctor blinks rapidly. “Maka-san is a psion?!”
“No.”
“Th-then, wha...” she trails off uselessly. “I mean, how...” A hand comes to her face and she sighs heavily, a big breath in and out. “Fine. Why did it leave Maka-san in that state?”
“Psionic floods can have all sorts of effects. Everything from fainting, to nausea, heightened physical and emotional responses... anything really.”
The doctor turns a concerned eye down at me. “Isn't that... dangerous?”
“Only if I do it wrong. Or if Seiko faints and falls. That's why I had Seiko lie down first.” As they speak, I'm slowly regaining control of my senses, a small amount of my strength returning. It won't stop my shallow breaths or tingling skin though. “Normally, you can tell what effect you'll see based on the energies involved, but Seiko is a special case, so I expect it will be random each time.”
“Ok, but what about, uhh, their body? Maka-san's record says male, but...”
“Some psionic power caused Seiko's body to become female, and made it so that we can't determine Seiko's gender either.”
“So then...” She shakes her head. “Then she's female right now?”
Leona frowns, her voice serious. “Seiko is Seiko. Presently, there is no other word to express what Seiko is, except Seiko.”
“Huhh...” the doctor slowly exhales, absently rubbing her cheek as she thinks about that.
My fingers are twitching. I barely manage to lift my arms, one reaching toward the back of Leona's uniform on its own. When I tug weakly at the back, she turns to me again.
“Reowa...” I slur, eyes misty as I stare longingly at her. This heat inside is unbearable. If she would just touch me more...
She looks confused for a moment, before her eyes pop open wide, and a beautiful, glowing red blush rises in her cheeks. “O-oh,” she stammers, jerking up off the bedside. “I-I didn't realize that was the effect this time...”
The doctor crosses her arms over her chest in a huff and mumbles, “Do you have any idea how suggestive that looked earlier?” She shakes her head, but even she is blushing as she looks at me. “At least cover her- uhh, Maka-san's chest...”
Coming over, she gives my shirt a tug down. It's still a rumpled mess, but it partially covers me now. “How long until this wears off? It's rather...” and vaguely waves a hand.
Leona runs a hand through her short hair, ruffling it, before saying, “it really depends how long it takes to work the excess energy out of Seiko's system.”
“How do you do that?” The doctor asks.
“Wait and let the system purge itself, or force Seiko to expend the energy.”
“Alright, how is energy expended?”
“Well, that would be...” Leona gives her some look, and they both blush a little brighter.
“Alright, waiting then,” the older woman decides immediately. “How long should it take?”
“That's...” Leona looks away guiltily. “I used a lot of energy, so... it could be a while.” Then she facepalms and groans. “No, Seiko's energy distribution system is the whole problem. Who knows how long it will take...?” Looking back up, Leona sighs. “I'll take Seiko back to the dorm. We'll just have to see if Seiko has recovered by tomorrow.”
“Fine, fine.” The doctor shrugs, like she's given up on this. “I guess you two will be back tomorrow?”
“Yes, see you tomorrow, Doctor.”
While the older woman moves away, Leona comes over and quickly straightens out my clothes. Just the feeling of her hands against my skin as she works makes me moan out, earning another deep red blush, despite her stoic expression.
Once she has my shirt straightened, she slides my jacket over my shoulders to cover me, and drops my vest on top, before picking me up.
Her arms, they feel so good and strong, I'm quivering, even as she rushes across campus. When we arrive at the boy's dorm, she sweeps through, past the eyes that turn in our direction, too fast for them to get a proper look, shoots upstairs, and down the hall to my room, using my hand to open and close the door.
Then Leona deposits me in bed, and I realize that Ken is standing right there, in the middle of changing out of his school uniform.
“Yono-san,” she addresses him immediately. “You're Seiko's friend, right? This effect will wear off eventually. I'm leaving Seiko in your care.”
“Y-yeah... Sure...” he mumbles in response, eyes huge and terrified after her sudden appearance.
Leona barrels on without a moment of hesitation. “Also, I'm working as Seiko's monitor, so I'll be added to your door permissions.”
“Uh? Monitor?” Before he can properly ask her what she means, she's talking again.
“I'll be back first thing tomorrow to check on Seiko's condition.”
“Haahhh...” He can't manage more than that before she tears back out of the room.
Ken stands for a bit, staring until our door swishes closed on its own. I wiggle on my bed. The sheets are soft and feel good... And the way my breasts press into the mattress... I want to touch them more... After some struggle with my weak, flailing arms, I manage to turn on my side.
Ken looks over, moving to my bedside. “Sei, what was that about? Are you alright? You look all red.” He puts a hand on my forehead. It feels so cool and strong...
“Shit, you aren't actually sick now, are you? What did Vicca-san do?”
My eyes are swimming. He's so close. But at the same time... “N-no, don't look...” I moan. I feel like I'm going to melt, but Ken's watching. Why does it have to be Ken...?
My hands weakly cup my breasts, the gentle touch making my breath catch and the heat inside me prickle all across my skin.
“S-Sei?” Ken jerks up and takes a half step back.
“Feels... good...” I pant out. I can't focus, the room is swimming. But Ken is still staring. “Don't look...” Amidst the desire, there's a knot. A strangling guilt. I can't do this. Girls do this.
But my breasts feel so good. And I'm so, so wet... I'm ashamed...
“Keeennnn...” I drool the word onto my sheets. I have no idea what I'm thinking anymore. My desires are all tied up with shame and insecurity and regret.
I'm crying. It's so good and I'm crying. Every time I squeeze, all I see are the disgusted faces of my parents. I'm not like this. I can't be like this.
At some point in my sobbing pleasure, Ken makes a frantic phone call, and Jen shows up soon after, panting like she ran. She grabs me and sits me up in bed, her touch making me cry out as she draws me close.
“Ken, out!” she commands like the crack of a whip, sending him fleeing from the room. Then she stares at me. “Sei, talk to me.”
“So... hot....” I moan. “More...” Jen's face goes beat red. She drags my shuddering body up off the bed and hauls me, panting from her tight, wonderful touch, into our wash room. She gets us in the shower, then turns on the water.
It's cold, like stabs of sensation rushing all across my skin, and my eyes roll back. “Ahh!” I cry out, every muscle clenching up as the water hits me everywhere. So good, I'm melting...
At some point, Jen drags me out of the shower and sits me on the toilet. I flop against the back, chest heaving. The cold shower helped cool the burning desire a little, but I keep staring out at her, eyes full of misty tears, lips twitching.
“Feeling better now?” Jen asks.
I can function enough to shake my head now.
“Oh.”
“Uuuu....” I groan. It's no longer so overpowering that I can't think, but I'm so painfully hot, now acutely aware of what I want, and what it means.
God, why do I have to feel like this? I shouldn't, I'm no supposed to, but the urge is so strong... “Jen... help...” I coo, glazed eyes staring. I want it... No I don't... But I do... But I shouldn't...
“Argh... damn it!” She scratches her head angrily with both hands. “Alright, I guess we're doing this!” she shouts in the small room, standing up straight and squaring her shoulders.