I found some interesting videos about third, fourth, and fifth dimensions in YouTube and think them very nicely done (search MagentaPixie, or send me a mail I'll send you a link). I'm not a believer of this sort of things (evolution, channeling, yadayada) but the videos make things clearer for believers. I had the idea because; well let's face it these guys sure seem to be the kind of people to believe about this. Anyway; be aware this will include strong images and M-ature content.

Nanu107: *hands shaking to the sky in shame!* You got me to write SMUT with you! *Sobs*

Deyhra: Oh shut up! You said you needed help with this prompt! *smiles evilly*

Nanu107: *contemplates the idea of killing her friends, mutters, hangs head in defeat*

Deyhra: There, good girl. Have a butter cookie. *Nanu107 takes cookie* But don't eat them all, they are for the reviewers.

Lust

Telepathy

Balthazar had been having a weir day.

There was this weir sensation, right from the beginning of the day; tingling at the back of his mind. He'd been out most of the day, doing the dreaded Clan interviews and then driving around with Dave while searching for yet another piece of antique glass for the new lab. Balthazar was about to hang the gloves when Veronica called and asked him to make it home early. When he asked why she had given a little sigh and then said a mysterious: "you'll understand."

So far he was almost done with Dave's training for the day and still didn't understand why she wanted him home early.

"You alright, Balthazar? You seem tense."

"Fine, again."

"Alright, but I'm leaving after this; test tomorrow."

"You've been having tests every day fro the last two weeks."

"We are almost in finals, I have to hand out papers and tests and quizzes." Said Dave, looking tired. Before Dave could even concentrate Balthazar sighed.

"Very well, come have tea Dave." Said Balthazar, feeling tired himself, and sitting beside the small table. "I have to head home anyway. Veronica must have plans for the evening."

"Really?" Dave sat across from him. "When Becky has plans for the evening I usually don't sle…" And his lips closed turning away as Balthazar turned to look at him and raise and eyebrow. He took the cup, sipped the entire contents and looked at his clock. "Is it really six thirty? I have to go."

"Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"Whenever you feel the need to share something like that; remember to cast a silence spell please."

That got Dave to narrow his eyes in fake anger and shake his head. "I'm going. See you tomorrow?"

"Five thirty."

"Fine by me." The boy got his bag and hurried out the lab. Balthazar lifted the small cup and sipped. Then it fell from his grasp and he was fast enough to catch it with his other hand. The sensation that hit him was strange; it felt like having fire moving down his spine, but not in a bad way. Actually it felt quite pleasant. He liked it.

As weir as it sounded.

It had been going on all day long, little thrills here, little caresses there; he'll he even felt it going up and down his legs and toes, what made no sense at all.

His breath catch and he turned to his right side, eyes closing as another similar sensation ran down his side, both his sides. It sent shivers down his hips to more, private parts, and then back up around his shoulder and to his neck, where it felt like someone was kissing and nibbling the skin. The sensation grew and then fingers were caressing his head, massaging the scalp and making him close his eyes.

He could picture Veronica now; caressing his back with her chest, her hands working soothing circles in his hair. Her lips were creating havoc on his senses and he moaned softly. Her hands abandoned his head and moved to his arms, caressing town to his wrist with lighting and fire. A moan escaped her, echoing in his ear, and she kissed his earlobe. Balthazar had to moan at that, unable to help himself.

"Veronica." He murmured softly, as the caressing became bolder, moving up his shoulder and down his chest, as the murmur of her hair moved around him, to tickled his nerves and leave lavender infused air around his nose. Clothing didn't seem to matter here, her hands glided through skin easily, apparently liking what she found, as she continued to caress down his chest and flat belly, finding flat firm muscles and his belly button. He moaned her name again, leaning back to the memory of her.

A soft smile left her, he could tell; Balthazar knew Veronica quite well and she was smiling. Another kiss from her lips to his jaw, moving up to the lobe and sucking on it softly, as her hands found his hips and moved around and over… Veronica found him already hard, and not wishing to waste a moment she took him firmly in her hands. Balthazar jerked, literally, as she squeezed him tightly, and moaned against her hair. A soft kiss was delivered to his cheek and she lifted, never loosing hold of him, and moved around the chair. Eyes still closed Balthazar could see her move around him, bathed in light and utterly naked. He moaned as she knelt between his legs and started to caresses him with feather like touches. "Veronica?"

Her lips blew a soft breath over his heated member and Balthazar couldn't help it; he had to take firm hold of the chair's leg before he lost control and lost the connection because of the lust he felt hammering the back of his head. Veronica continued to move, her sweet body feeling warm and… It was insane, Balthazar felt naked as well, her breast pressing to the sides of his thighs.

Balthazar knew that if she continued doing, whatever it was she was doing, he was not going to last long. He was about to explode already. It was like having her touching him everywhere, although she was totally focused between his legs, but he had her inside his mind, under his skin, around his arousal. It was growing to be too much. She seemed to notice, how she do it Balthazar wasn't sure, but a cooling sensation moved down his spine, making him shiver and moan. Another soft breath was blown towards his arousal and Balthazar's grip on the metal chair's legs tightened, his knuckles becoming white.

Veronica shifted between his legs and before he could really notice what she was doing she had lifted and had him wrapped with her warm perfectly round breasts. "You are killing me…" He bit out, before shouting to the ceiling his desire for her with a long moan.

Just a little death, beloved. And her head dipped to kiss the very tip what had him groaning loudly. The warmth of her breasts lifted and Balthazar moaned in want. Her words echoed in his head, and he realized no one had spoken; she had murmured them into his mind. Her weight suddenly fell over his hips, and his hands left the chair to hold onto her elusive waist, taking tight hold. Veronica took him into her body, moaning softly herself, and once she grounded to his hips she let out a soft sigh. I'll make this fast, for you won't last my lord.

"I'm fully aware." And he gasped as she started to move. And by Merlin's beard had she learned. It took five minutes, flat. Three hundred second, sixteen perfect rocks of her perfect hips and he was gone. Balthazar moaned loudly, eyes tightening as his very insides were squeezed by light and Veronica who remained still over him, moaning along…

When he landed on his body Balthazar's eyes opened and he found himself alone. He panted several times, eyes closing and feeling blood finally reaching his brain. Suddenly he was embarrassed; a grown married man having wet dreams of his wife, his pants wet and sweaty because of a silly astral visitation. It made him wonder if he was having a healthy sexual relationship with his wife. She hadn't complained so far.

Is that why she wanted him home early?

Hmm, two can play at this game, Veronica.