Ensign Sally Clark, Security
Sally loved doing this. She'd always loved this particular act, but it was especially satisfying now.
She kissed her way down Nick's belly, feeling it clench in anticipation beneath her touch.
Sally leaned in for the first taste, her tongue barely swiping over the tip of his cock. She knew what he liked, she'd made an intensive study. She knew how to draw out his pleasure, leave him gasping on the edge for hours.
She loved doing this because she loved him, because she loved feeling what she did to him. She'd know how much he was enjoying himself even without Nick's ability reflecting his pleasure back at her, making her as hot as he is. Hotter. She'll come before he even touches her, getting off on her manipulation of his body.
But these days when she touched Nick, when she stroked over the smoothest skin and the hardness underneath, when she tasted and licked and sucked...
She knew that Olivia felt it all. Or maybe not all, Sally wasn't sure of the extent of the bond between Nick and Olivia, but enough. Enough that she was pretty sure Olivia knew what was going on and couldn't do a damn thing about it; enough that Olivia will understand this is something only Sally could do for Nick, that she had the ability to make him feel this good in a way Olivia never could.
Maybe it took a pyrokinetic to know that revenge was best served hot.