Psi Corps training facility, Mars
"What are you thinking about?" Lyta asks, of course she could brush through Talia's mind as easily as she'd run her fingers to the blonde woman's hair to find the answer, but she doesn't. They are supposed to be getting used to communicating verbally in preparation for leaving the training facility next month and living among mundanes.
"I'm just wondering what living among the normals will be like," Talia answers. As far as Lyta is concerned Talia's sultry voice is one of the main perks of speaking aloud, Talia's voice sounds nothing like that when she projects it into Lyta's mind.
"Have you decided what part of the corps you're going to intern with yet?" Talia asks.
"No, not yet," Lyta replies carefully, building a mental wall around her answer. It's not that she wants to lie to Talia; it's just that she knows how the other woman feels about the Psi Cops.
(That's enough talking, don't you think?)
Lyta projects directly into Talia's mind, distracting her from her line of questioning. From the way Talia smiles Lyta doesn't have to be a telepath to know she agrees; Talia is already pushing Lyta back towards the bed.
When they'd first moved in, roommates for their last year of Psi Corps training there had been two single beds on opposite ends of the room, the beds had been pushed together in the middle of the room the day after they'd discovered that the intimacy that all telepaths shared was nothing compared to the intimacy between telepathic lovers.
Lyta is peripherally aware of Talia divesting her of most of her clothes and pressing her into the mattress but mostly she's lost in a flood of memories. The first boy she had kissed was a mundane named Jack, the first girl Talia kissed was a telepath named Jenny, Talia first had sex in a disused lecture hall, Lyta first had sex on the floor of their shared kitchen with Talia. Lyta remembers how cold the tiles were against her back and how light Talia was over her, she remembers the same event again only this time she's the one working her hand between someone else's legs and kissing red hair.
Lyta can feel Talia sucking on her inner thigh, she can also taste sweat slicked skin in her mouth. Then Talia's mouth moves and Lyta closes her eyes against the onslaught of feelings, sensations and memories, some hers and some not that wash over her.
As the rush of images trail off one lingers, an image of a badge and a black leather glove, it takes a moment for the two women two detangle their minds from each other, a moment before Lyta realises that it is the one thing she did not want Talia to see.
(You're interning with the Psi Cops, aren't you?)
When Lyta doesn't answer Talia follows up aloud, "Aren't you?"
(Talia.)
Lyta probes gently into her lovers mind only to find brick walls slamming down in every direction.
It takes Talia a moment to detangle her arms and legs from Lyta's and wrap the sheet tightly around herself.
"Go to sleep, Lyta."
"Talia…"
Talia curls away from Lyta, "Go to sleep…"
