Author's Note: Since you waited so long, have a second chapter. Also something to take the het scene off your mind. *wink*


That same night, on the other side of town, Nina's lying in a warm bath, the water lapping silkily against her skin. She hid the bite mark on her neck from Erica; no way could she explain that to her mother. She can barely explain it to herself.

With a sigh, she lets her eyes slip closed, drifting gently in warmth and safety. She might even doze off in the bath – it's happened before – but somewhere between sleep and wakefulness Nina becomes aware of the feeling she's not alone. Someone's here with her, watching her.

Her eyes fly open, but the bathroom is empty. Nina takes a deep breath to steady herself. Just nerves, after all. She closes her eyes again and slides further down into the water.

As she does so, Nina feels something against her neck. At the same time her breasts are being stroked by an impossibly light touch. Nina jerks wide awake and upright, water running off her shoulders in rivulets. She stares wide-eyed around the bathroom, wondering what's going on.

The answer wrings a shaky laugh out of her for her own foolishness. No one touched her; she felt the water lapping against the mark on her neck. Probably it was just the ripples she felt on her chest.

Yet when she closes her eyes, she feels it again, and it doesn't feel like water. It feels … well, like the ghosts of Lily's kisses and caresses. This time Nina doesn't open her eyes to dispel the sensation. Instead she imagines Lily here with her, trailing her fingers through the water, leaning in to kiss Nina's neck.

Nina shivers at the image, her body reacting as if Lily really was here. The longer she keeps her eyes closed, the more tangible Lily's presence becomes, until Nina's convinced she is here, snuck in somehow to finish what she started. Fear at the intrusion only heightens Nina's response to her touch.

Let me finish that homework assignment for you, Lily's voice murmurs, and Nina stifles a gasp as Lily's hand slides down between her thighs. She has to be quiet, can't let Erica know someone else is in the house, much less what they're doing. Soon her back is arching, her body writhing, as Lily brings her quickly to the brink of ecstasy. Nina clenches her teeth on a needy cry, not making a sound, her pulse pounding loud in her ears.

And then suddenly the thunder of her heartbeat is echoed by sharp knocks on the bathroom door. "Nina, you've been in there an hour," Erica calls. "Go to bed, sweet girl."

The shock is like ice water in her veins, abruptly cooling the heat that was so close to flaring into incandescence. "Okay, Mommy," Nina manages to say, and she must not sound as incriminatingly breathless as she thinks, because Erica doesn't say another word about it.

Only then does Nina look around and see she's truly alone. The hand between her thighs is her own, and the realization that she's just been fantasizing about Lily dawns on Nina with a sense of loss.