The eyes, they bore into hers as she slowly backed away from Susan. The eyes were narrow and cold with rage, though Susan bore an eerie smile as she approached. Meg hadn't knocked her out as she had intended, Susan had said; she never once took her eyes off of Meg. Guilt overwhelmed her as she continued to back away from Susan. She had meant for Susan to sleep but had accidentally paralyzed her instead. No wonder Susan was furious. There was also, of course, Meg doing a reading in Susan's stead. What was she thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid... She felt the couch bump into her legs. She was cornered; she glanced back at the couch and had almost lost her footing. A firm hand had grabbed her left arm, preventing her fall as well as her escape. She looked back and the eyes were still boring into hers. The smile was gone but the rage was still there. Susan was going to do her a favor and teach her how to do a Vulcan Pinch. She raised her left hand as she spoke to Meg; her eyes burning into Meg's mercilessly. No, please don't. I didn't mean any harm. I am sorry, I won't be this stupid again. Don't make me sleep, not while staring at me like that! The last thing she saw before the blackness was the eyes.


She emerged from her closet while putting on her blazer. The fanfiction in question for the day sounded innocent enough. It was about Tinkerbell, if she recalled. She glanced over and saw Susan by her door. Her eyes looked dangerous, and her face was set in a grim sternness. The eyes bore into hers as the phase pistol was suddenly lifted out of nowhere. Meg felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. More and more, the pain continued and got worse. The eyes glared at her as the owner continued her cruel punishment. She slammed up against the wall when one of the plasma blasts had struck her. Despite her begging for it to stop, Susan kept on shooting; her eyes boring into Meg's until Meg collapsed. The last thing Meg saw as she fell was the eyes watching her descent without remorse.


She felt hands fumbling with her blazer's zipper. Meg was then very confused. Her blazer didn't have a zipper. Meg then remembered where she was and how she got there. She was in the living room. Susan had rendered her unconscious using the Vulcan Pinch. It didn't hurt but the anger in Susan's eyes did. She could hear Susan muttering angrily but it didn't seem to be directed at Meg. The hands were now pulling her hoodie open, not her blazer. Did she even have that blazer anymore? Meg didn't remember. She didn't care. It was only a dream. That's all she cared about. The hands were now pulling her shirt up. Meg tensed up as the pain from the phantom phase pistol blasts throbbed throughout her middle. She felt a hand gently place itself down on her abdomen. She could feel the muscle twitch erratically as the pain continued to throb throughout.

"It's definitely flaring up. Bloody Hell, I am the one who's the idiot...! scaring her like that, knocking her out when she was only trying to spare me from the Creator's bullshit. Wife of the year, that's me, alright..." Meg placed her hand on Susan's; she finally opened her eyes and looked up to see those eyes. They were no longer cold with rage; they were now a mixture of shock, concern, and guilt.

"It's okay, Sue," Meg said with a sleepy smile, "I am fine, you didn't hurt me." The eyes stared down at her incredulously. Meg gave Susan's hand a small squeeze as she closed her eyes again, falling into a blackness once more.


She awoke sometime later from a, thankfully, dreamless slumber. She was on her back and was very warm. Meg appeared to be cocooned in the comforter. She must still be in her hoodie because she could feel the sleeves on her arms. Her abdomen felt toasty. The heating pad must be on it. Meg opened her eyes. The sun had clearly set. She wondered how long she had slept. She could smell something good. Susan must be cooking dinner. As if she had sensed Meg waking up, Meg could hear Susan making her approach. The eyes immediately locked onto hers when Susan entered the room. Though they bore no malice, Meg unintentionally tensed up slightly from the memory from before.

"How are you feeling, Love? Can you move?" Susan asked in a concerned tone as she carefully pulled the comforter off of Meg. Meg steadily sat herself up. The pain in her abdomen was gone now. She graciously allowed Susan to help her to her feet. She must've been a sight. Though Susan had taken off her hat and glasses while she was out, her hair was very frazzled. She looked to see Susan's eyes boring into hers once again.

"May I hug you?" She asked softly, the guilt in her eyes was overwhelming. Meg answered by hugging Susan tightly, in which Susan did the same. There was a lot of apologizing on both ends, though Meg didn't know why Susan was apologizing. Meg did fuck up. She wasn't thinking. Susan's anger was justified, even when it wasn't. It always would be for Meg, for Meg had done the unforgivable, yet had been forgiven, and even loved after a time. They eventually broke their hug and went into the kitchen to eat a late dinner.


The eyes bored into hers as Susan's hands had their way with her slick nub. Meg's right hand was gently caressing Susan's face while her left hand was gripping the blankets for dear life. Susan had insisted that she give Meg a "proper" apology before they headed off to bed. Meg had wanted to do the same for Susan, but Susan would have none of it. Meg would just have to wake Susan up in a very "intimate" way the next morning before she heads off to work. The eyes twinkled mischievously as Susan pulled her hands away. Oh, she was there! Meg let out a shuttered breath when the first kiss was planted. The kissing slowly got more intense before it became full-on eating out. Meg moaned softly as Susan continued to make love to her. The intensity building up in Meg's clit became unbearable after ten minutes and her body spasmed and trembled as the orgasm occurred. When it was over, Meg felt her panties and pajama pants being gently pulled back up. She opened her eyes to see Susan's eyes bearing into her own intensely as she finished with reclothing Meg's lower half.

"Are you okay?" Susan asked her as she maneuvered her arms under Meg's legs to lift them onto the bed. She had had Meg laying back on the bed with her legs over the edge when she had been making love to her.

"Yes," Meg answered softly, "Are you sure that you don't want me to return the favor?"

"After my ridiculous overreaction from earlier? No. I will be fine without it, love," Susan said dismissively. She crossed the room and turned off the light. When Susan had crawled into bed, the two women immediately embraced each other. Meg felt lips softly kiss her forehead.

"I am sorry, Meg. I had no reason to be cross with you. You didn't mean to paralyze me, and your intentions were good." Even in pitch blackness, Meg could feel the eyes on her. She returned the kiss.

"I am sorry, too. Regardless of good intentions, I still shouldn't have done something that I hadn't done before. I do understand why you were mad, and I don't blame you for it. Like I said before, you didn't hurt me when you had done the Vulcan Pinch."

"Not physically," Susan muttered; she buried her head into Meg's shoulder, "But I did hurt you mentally and emotionally. Don't even think of denying that, love." Meg couldn't, unfortunately. She held Susan tightly.

"I will be fine. You are not angry anymore. That's all that matters to me," Meg replied. Susan pulled back and kissed Meg on the forehead once more.

"I love you, my dear. Sweet dreams." Meg smiled and kissed Susan back before nuzzling Susan's neck.

"I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight."

As she drifted off into a dreamless slumber, the last thing she saw was the eyes.