Chapter 13: 1.13
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Despite all the work you put in at the clinic yesterday, and the fact that you stayed up past midnight getting to the end of your maths textbook, you find yourself stumbling out of bed just after six on Saturday morning, blinking drearily at the peeling wallpaper in the hall as you incautiously make your way out of your room and down to the kitchen.
You set the percolator to bubble away and busy yourself making some toast for breakfast. Dad must have gone shopping again, because there are more groceries in the fridge again- including, this time, three whole tomatoes. Excellent. Several slices of a tomato are cut off, as thinly as you can cut them, and you carefully wrap the rest of the tomato in plastic before tossing it back in the fridge.
It's not the fanciest breakfast, you lament a few minutes later; a cup of sugar- er, a cup of coffee- and two slices of toast with thin slices of cheese, tomato, and cucumber atop them. As garnishing, you shake a little pepper over the top and sit at the table. It's somehow even less exciting when you're actually eating it. It does wake you up a bit, though.
You eye the clock, noting the time. It's just passed six thirty; you have plenty of time to do some simple investigation before you head downtown or whatever.
Remembering the disaster that had happened last time you turned the computer on this early, you retrieve a towel from the linen closet, dropping it over the modem before you turn the computer on. The muffled sound of the dial-up kicking in is still worryingly loud, but not so disastrously so that you're worried it'll wake Dad up.
You set the percolator to boil again, making a mental note- not that those have actually been helping- to make yourself another cup in ten minutes or so, and load up a search engine to begin your search.
Soon enough, you're forced to duck back to your room and retrieve a notebook and pencil to keep track of the information you're getting. There's a veritable flood of it on some very easily accessible pages now.
As far as you can tell, there's a new mayoral election coming up soon, and every candidate and their mothers have started talking about their plans to "fix the problems facing minorities in less accessible areas of the lower Bay area" and "introduce economic stimuli to incentivize the youth population of Brockton Bay to remain in school and find gainful employment in the tech/customer service/sciences industry". You're not very good with politics, but you know enough not to trust a politician to say what they mean outright on their page, so you spend most of your time reading up on them and then checking various political blogs written by people in the Bay to see what they're really saying.
From what you can tell, the problems facing Winslow are as such:
First, and most pressingly, 'gang culture' has become firmly entrenched in the minds of youths living in areas of low economic stability.
This is one you feel confident in believing, because you've seen the signs around Winslow. A lot of students there have already signed up to one of the big gangs in the city.
Not many of the articles go into much detail on the topic, but you don't need them to; you already know all about this one. It wasn't as bad as it is now even five years ago, but as gang culture has entrenched itself more and more solidly in the minds of the citizens of Brockton Bay, it's become easier for them to recruit people. Recruitment of people as young as thirteen or fourteen swelled a few years ago, when there was essentially no oversight of the students at Winslow, and it was realized that the school could be used for trafficking.
As the gang population at the school swelled, cliques started to form. Brotherhood members would harass members of minority groups, leading to the members of the minority groups signing up to the ABB to join together against the Brotherhood in solidarity. This would lead other people to grow frightened, allowing Empire recruiters to prey on the newly vulnerable teens.
Second, and directly related to the first problem; there's a very real crime problem amongst disadvantaged youths.
Many of the political blogs you read talked about how this is due to those youths being hit hardest by economic disadvantages and the current unemployment problem in the Bay, leading to swelling crime rates as youths seek to find additional sources of income for their families, and are preyed upon by recruiters along the way. It makes sense, you suppose, although something about that niggles at you.
Third, and following implicity from the second, is the drug problem running rampant through Winslow.
Not just a drug consumption problem, either. Drugs are actively being sold by suppliers at Winslow. Teens are sold low-grade drugs like marijuana or low-grade amphetamines, acting as 'gateway drugs' and slowly drawn into trying and buying heavier drugs like methamphetamines or ecstasy. Some of them are in turn drawn into selling drugs to support their own habits, while others simply drop out of school.
There are a lot of people arguing about that one in the comment sections on the blogs, though, so you're not sure how much you should buy into it.
You're pretty sure that this is why the Protectorate and New Wave focus so much on their public outreach programs. They could spend their time out on the streets arresting drug dealers, but that wouldn't deal with the issues that have caused them to spring up. People would still be out of a job, and people would still be addicted. It might make things more difficult for a few weeks, but eventually, you'd just find more suppliers on the streets, and the situation would repeat itself.
You're about to give up when something catches your eye- a comment on a blog you'd just been about to close.
[3 days ago] GreenArien replied to xxTreeLover22xx:
"They should just shut down Winslow XD Evryone knows its got most of the drugs going thru it nyway!!"
That wouldn't help anything. My buddy at the school tells me that Rune's been riding them to push more lately. Going through Winslow's the only way they're able to keep up with demand and avoid her punishing them. Shut it down and you're not going to see less being pushed- you'll just see more aggressive pushing outside of the school.
First step's to take down Rune and her Brotherhood buddies. Hate to say it, but I think I gotta support the ABB here. They're full of dickheads, but they're making a difference. Protectorate's got it going, but they're thinking long-term. ABB's all short-term right now. Gonna have to take them down eventually, but if they can take down the Brotherhood down, good on them.
I miss Shadow Stalker being around as often as she used to be. I know she was brutal, but she was getting results like the ABB are. Too bad she decided to join the Wards. Gotta make a living, I guess. Just wish she'd waited a few more months."
Well, that's intriguing. You're about to load up PHO and read up more into that when you hear the halls creaking as Dad walks out of his bedroom. It's nearly ten, you see when you look at the clock, so that makes sense.
Hastily, you close the windows you were working on and set the computer to boot down. Dad doesn't notice, too busy glaring sleepily at the percolator- oh, damn, you forgot to make yourself another cup- to pay any attention to what you're doing.
"Morning, Taylor," he mumbles eventually. "Coffee?"
"Yes please," you reply with a smile. He grunts, but a smile tugs at his lips.
Neither of you says anything further until Dad's halfway through his second cup of coffee. His cheap digital watch beeps at him, and he looks down at it, surprised for a moment.
"Oh," he says, looking mournfully down at his coffee. "I'd better go have a shower. Alan's invited me over for lunch today, Taylor, did you want to come?"
You shake your head. "I already have plans today," you say quickly. "With Madison." You didn't, but you do now, you quickly decide. "Gotta study some biology."
He nods, accepting that. "Alright then, kiddo," he says, ruffling your hair affectionately. You squeal a little and back away, leaving him to chuckle quietly to himself. You pout at his retreating back. Messing with the hair is not cool!
Five minutes later, Dad's in the shower, and you're on the phone to Madison. Terry answers, voice already chipper and hyper, but he hands the phone over easily enough.
"Madison!" he calls out in a loud whisper. "It is Tay-Tay!" He giggles naughtily at the newly-bestowed nickname as Madison takes the phone off him.
"Taylor, hi!" she says breathlessly. "Um, excuse me for a moment- Terry!" Her voice rises abruptly. "Get out!"
"But I don't wanna!" you hear the kid whine. "I wanna talk to Taylor too!"
"Too bad." There's the brief sounds of a scuffle, then a loud wail and the click of a door. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. "He's being a brat because Dad told him he wasn't allowed to have a new game until he gets five more stickers on his chore chart."
A chore chart? Huh. You vaguely remember having one of them when you were a little kid. "That's okay," you reassure her. "Take your time, Maddie."
"Don't need to, already kicked him out." Satisfaction is evident in her voice for a moment, before shyness overtakes it. "Um, so. Hi."
"Hi again," you reply dryly. She responds with awkward laughter, and you can't stop a huge grin from taking over your face at the sound of it. "So, guess what?"
"Um, giant insects have invaded the Bay?" She sounds so uncertain that you can't stop a loud peal of laughter from bursting out your chest.
"Oh jesus, Madison," you wheeze. "Where did that one come from?"
"I'm sorry!" she replies petulantly. "I'm not good at guessing games. You should- um, please just tell me?" You don't miss the way that her demand turns into a plea halfway through the sentence.
You lean against the wall, smiling broadly down the phone. "I don't know that I want to now," you tease her. "I wonder what you'll come up with next~"
"Taylooor!" she whines. You don't give in, and she continues on grumpily, "Fine. Um, you bought a limousine?"
"Nope," you say cheerfully, but you don't have the heart to keep her in suspense any longer. "Dad's going to lunch with Emma's dad again, so I have the house aaaaall to myself today."
There's silence for a few moments, and you can almost hear Madison's cheeks sizzling over the phone. "U-u-um, that's nice," she says shakily. "Did- did you want me to-?"
"Yep!" You tangle your hands in the phone line, almost shaking in your anticipation. "Can you come over?!"
You're taken a little aback by how vehement her response is. "YES!" she practically yells. "Sorry, yes. Um, let me go ask Dad. Did you want me to... bring anything?"
For a moment, you consider it. "Nope," you decide. "I only need you." She inhales sharply at that.
"Okay," she says. "I'll be there in an hour, then."
It turns out to be a little less than an hour. Dad has already left by the time Rick pulls up with Madison in the car, waving genially at you. Madison climbs out of the car, clutching her schoolbag and- is that her chemistry book? You wave back at Rick, then give Madison a quizzical look.
She looks down at her books and lets out a little embarrassed laugh. "Oh, yeah," she says sheepishly. "Um, I just told Dad that we'd be doing some more tutoring. It's so embarrassing otherwise."
You roll your eyes affectionately at her, then pull her inside and quickly close the door. She looks a little nervous as you lead her to your room, so you reach down and grab her hand, squeezing it in your own. "Don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound encouraging. "There's nothing to be nervous about."
She gives you a tremulous grin. "Yes there is," she says simply. "But it's okay."
You're a bit confused. "There's not," you say more firmly as you finally make it into your bedroom. "Madison, you're the cutest girl I know. You don't-"
She abruptly comes to a stop, tugging against your hand to bring you to a stop as well. "No, that's not it," she says firmly. "Taylor, I'm not nervous about showing you my body. My body is yours. You can look at it whenever you want. I'm nervous about seeing you."
Which, well.
Ouch.
"No, wait, that came out wrong," she corrects herself quickly. "I'm not- I don't mean... I don't mean I think it's going to be bad." Her voice grows progressively stronger as she talks. This is evidently something she feels passionate about. "I want to do this. I really do. I've even been dreaming about it," she admits frankly. "But I can't- I can't just make myself not nervous. This is a big thing for me, Taylor. I can't be as casual about this as you are. This, all of this, it really means a lot to me, and that makes me nervous."
You don't know what to say to that, so in lieu of a quick response, you pull her over to your bed, then push her down and curl up beside her, wrapping your arms loosely around her waist. Your lips are suddenly dry.
Everyone wants to talk about feelings lately. You hate talking about feelings.
But you hate seeing Madison upset more.
"I'm not-" You stop, clenching your jaw as you try to formulate words. "I don't- It's not-" A frustrated growl escapes you before you can stop it. Madison trembles in your arms, but for once, doesn't turn around to try to comfort you. You let out a long sigh and try to think your words through.
"You know..." The words drag on for a moment. "I'm not... I'm not being casual about this, Madison. I'm not." The girl in question shifts in your arms, turning to look at your face for a moment. "I know it might seem like I am, but I'm not." You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, buying yourself another moment to formulate your thoughts. "I might be interested in other women, but that doesn't mean, it doesn't mean I don't like you, Madison. I do. You don't know how much I like you."
Frustration rises in you. You don't know how to say any of this.
So you just say the first thing that comes to mind.
"You're important to me." You press another kiss to her face, this time on her nose, a little ritualized gesture you've come to use whenever you want to reassure her. "Our relationship is important to me."
"Are you sure?" She sounds hesitant, like she's afraid to ask the question.
"Of course," you say confidently. "I might have other women, but that doesn't mean you're any less important to me, Madison. You're mine, and that's not going to change, and that's all that matters. You're mine, and I don't let go of what's mine."
She looks hesitant, vulnerable, but she lets go of you and retreats so she can lie beside you and stare at you.
Yeah, you're really going to have to keep an eye on her, you decide. You know she's insecure, but you didn't think it ran this deep. Did something else happen to her that made her worry about how people felt about her like this?
Regardless, you sit up, then lean over and pull her up so she's leaning against you, getting that full-body contact going again.
"I wasn't even planning on having sex today," you murmur in her ear. "I don't think either of us is ready for that. I don't want our first time to be a cheap encounter on the couch while Dad's out having lunch with his friend. It should be special for you."
Madison burrows her head against your neck. "Okay," she breathes. "That would be nice."
You kiss the top of her head. "I just wanted to get a bit more comfortable with you," you continue. "So that our first time is less awkward. I'm a bit..." Boyish. "... insecure. And horny," you admit frankly, "but if it was just that, I could take care of it by myself. I wanted to get used to seeing you naked, and I wanted to get you used to seeing me naked. That's all."
"Mmm." She kisses your neck, then sits back some to look at your face. "That's all?" she asks softly.
"That's all," you confirm.
She hesitantly grips the hem of her shirt, but she looks nervous still. Too nervous. You move forward, grabbing her hands and pulling them down.
"You don't have to," you tell her seriously.
Shaking her head, Madison exhales a long sigh. "No, I do want to," she says. "I'm just... still a bit nervous. Insecure." She scoffs. "It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"
You shake your head vehemently. "Not at all," you reassure her. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Madison. But I'll make you a deal, okay? If you take off some clothes, then I'll take off some clothes at the same time. You won't have to do it alone."
Considering that for a moment, she nods, first hesitantly and then more firmly. "Okay," she agrees. "Okay. If you'll do it with me, then that's fine."
She starts with her shirt first, then her bra. You hurriedly take your own shirt off, but the first problem immediately presents itself- you don't have a bra to take off. Your breasts aren't large enough for you to need even the smallest bra most places stock. Madison doesn't seem to mind, though, because the first thing she does when she finishes taking off her own bra is to lean over and place an open-mouthed kiss over each of them, lingering for a few moments as she places heavenly little licks around your stiff nipples. "So cute," she murmurs. "I really do like your boobs, Taylor. They're little, and that's okay. They're cute. I like them." She leans up and gives you a quick kiss on the mouth before scooting back and beginning to undo the button on her pants.
A warmth spreads through your gut at her words, entirely unrelated to the arousal pooling in you as you take in Madison's own breasts.
You slide your pants down your legs in unison with Madison, leaving the two of you dressed in nothing but socks and panties. You're a bit jealous of her legs, in all honesty- she's got that cute, soft look to hers without the fat that usually builds up on a soft body frame. Your own legs, in contrast, are more muscled and toned than hers. She seems fascinated by them, pausing in her task of taking her panties off to rub circles over your calf muscles for a moment. You return the favour, running your fingers lightly up and down her thigh, enjoying how soft her skin feels against your fingers.
She catches herself after a moment and gives you an embarrassed smile, then hesitantly hooks her fingers in her panties. You catch on and hook your fingers in your own, quickly sliding them down in an attempt to reassure Madison. She hesitates for a moment- or, no, she's just too busy staring at your suddenly-revealed pussy to keep her end of the bargain. You smirk, and just enjoy her ogling for a minute or two, spreading your legs slightly to give her a better view. Eventually, she startles out of her reverie; you give her a teasing smile, and she flushes hard as she slides her own panties down, then her socks.
When she moves to sit up, you gently splay your hand over her stomach and push her back down. She trembles slightly, but obeys, giving you a worried look. You take a moment to pull your socks off, then slide down the bed. "Don't worry," you tease her. "You took a nice long look at me. I just want to return the favour."
She blushes, but you ignore the urge to lean up and kiss her in favour of sliding further down her body and parting her legs.
Madison is already glistening when you get down there, her pussy thoroughly soaked through. You're not sure what caused that, but you're glad about it. You study it for a few moments, turning your head this way and that. It's cute, you decide eventually. Very cute. Her lips are puffy, and she's a very cute shade of pink. She's even completely shaved, and recently, judging by the lack of regrowth. You reward her for that by giving her a quick kiss, lip-to-lip, then quickly sit up and give her an innocent look.
She looks back at you with flushed cheeks, but doesn't say anything other than to lean towards you and give you another kiss, this time on the mouth. "Mm," she murmurs with a cheeky grin. "You're definitely right about this naked thing. I could get used to being naked around you."
You almost reply with "And you should!", but as tempting a thought as it is, maybe that's something that should wait for after you move out of your Dad's home. Instead, you just give her another kiss and a small grin.
"Now," you say, then pause and quickly hurry over to your closet, where you pull out a jacket and hold it out for Madison. "We're going to watch a movie. Unfortunately, we're going to have to walk past the dining room window to get to the living room, so could you please put this on?"
She accepts it easily and shrugs it on, although she looks a little disappointed until she subtly holds the jacket to her nose. "Lost interest in being naked already?" she jokes, voice muffled.
You shake your head vehemently. "I could never get tired of you being naked," you declare. "But your body is for me to enjoy, and me only. Nobody else gets to see it."
Her eyes darken at the comment. You pause, then review what you just said. You don't quite blush, but you do internally wince. You're going to have to be careful with the possessive remarks around Madison if you want to make sex with her special. Every time you remind her that she's yours, she gets a little more turned on, and there's nothing fun about orgasm denial.
Besides- it's not like her body is completely hidden. You can't see her breasts, but you're not so much taller than her that your jacket completely covers her ass.
Madison disappears into the kitchen while you head out to the living room to set up the movie. It doesn't take long, just enough time to set a DVD into the second-hand DVD player and turn the TV on, so you wander back out to the kitchen to watch Madison as you wait.
There's something extremely erotic about watching a half-nude Madison wander around your kitchen. She notices you watching at one point, and after checking to confirm that nobody will be able to see her while she's in here, she pulls down the zipper on her jacket to reveal her breasts, but doesn't take it off. She totters around the kitchen, moving between a cutting board on which she's preparing sandwiches and a saucepan in which she's cooking the meager amount of popcorn you have in the house, taking deliberate care to make sure you can watch her nude ass as she does.
Eventually, she's done. She zips the jacket back up for a few moments as she heads out to the living room carrying the food, then finally moves over and closes the blinds on the living room windows so she can take the jacket off.
And- oh yes, you think to yourself as she follows you over to the couch and carefully lays her nude body atop yours, dragging the bowl of popcorn over so she can feed it to you. You could get very used to this.
Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end at some point. You manage to get through three movies in the meantime- you'd wanted to push for the Earth Aleph remake of The Man in the Iron Mask, but held your tongue and allowed Madison to pick from the meager amount of romance movies you'd managed to convince Dad to buy for you- but eventually, the clock hits seven, and the two of you have to return to your room and reluctantly pull your clothes back on before Dad gets home.
When Rick rolls up to pick her up, you think he's surprised to see that Madison's clothes aren't ruffled and her hair is still intact. He can obviously tell that the two of you weren't studying, since Madison forgets her chemistry book and has to make an embarassing run back to your room to retrieve it, but it's obvious the two of you didn't go all the way today. You can see him considering that for a moment, but when he sees Madison's happy face- and believe you, have you worked hard today to bring that expression back to her- he gives you a smile and a thumbs-up. You return it along with a cheesy wink, and try very, very hard not to think about what you just spent eight hours doing with Madison in front of him.
You spend the rest of Saturday obsessing over Madison. You'd known that she harboured insecurities about your relationship with her, but you hadn't realized she was that insecure about it. You're probably going to have to address that soon, if you don't want your relationships with other women to interfere in your relationship with Madison.
That's not something you can do anything about just yet, though. You try to put it out of your mind, and you're mostly successful come Sunday morning. Largely, of course, because you're given something else to obssess about instead; Glory Girl.
You're still not quite sure where you stand with the heroine. You've set your influence into her mind, but you're rapidly approaching the point where you're balking at using your powers on her any more. Much more, and you're not going to be just inserting yourself into her fantasies- you're going to be twisting them. And you're not going to do that to a hero.
Your doubts continue plaguing you even as you get on the bus and head off to the book club. It's not until you get close enough that you can feel Glory Girl's eager anticipation that you manage to shove them in the back of your mind where they belong.
"Taylor!" You're immediately accosted by the heroine the moment you walk through the bookstore's door. You would return the hug, but her arms are wrapped around you so tight that you can't get them out. She's taking care not to squeeze you so hard you can't breathe, you note thankfully.
"Hello, Victora," you say with your most charming grin. She returns one of her own, which, wow, okay, you don't even know why you bothered. Her grin could and would eat yours for breakfast. You drop your eyes away from her depressingly gorgeous grin down to her jacket, which you notice is yet again different to the others she's been wearing- this one's a dark blue, instead.
When you look back up, she's giving you a naughty grin, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she just reaches for your hand and moves to lead you upstairs. Hesitation rises in her for a second, and she turns to look at you; you take the opportunity to dash in front of her and lead her up the stairs, ignoring the amusement you can feel emanating from her.
As usual, the clock in the store starts tolling a few moments after you arrive. Victoria leads you over to your seats and quickly shrugs her heavy jacket off, revealing her fetish costume beneath.
Everything proceeds as per normal until you try to lift her skirt up and she grabs your wrist warningly. You look at her, a little wounded, and she shoots you an apologetic look before turning back to her conversation for a moment. She's a little ruder than she needs to be with how she shuts the line of conversation down, but you don't mind, because it means she can explain herself faster.
As it turns out, the explanation is very simple. She leans towards you and murmurs into your ear, "No peeking today. Touching only."
A little intrigued, you gently pull on her skirt until it's just high enough for you to easily slip your hands under it. Victoria allows it, but grabs her skirt with her left hand at that point. She's far stronger than you- there's no way you can overcome that.
The reason becomes very clear the moment you touch her and find warm, wet skin there, instead of the soft silk you'd been expecting.
You shoot her an intrigued glance. She gives you an embarrassed smile in turn. She can't be obvious about anything, you know, so you stretch your powers out to her.
You take care not to actually tug on anything; you just brush your senses over her, taking in what she's feeling. And she's a mess in there today.
Her emotions are warring with each other. You can feel a thick cloud of shame hanging over her, contending with a flame of lust burning within her. No- contending with it, but also feeding it. The stronger the shame gets, the stronger the lust gets. Guilt gnaws along on the outset, but it's smothered by... something. You can't place it, but you've been feeling it from Sophia, and from Madison the couple of times you've accidentally reached for your power in her presence. Something warm and pleasant, directed at you.
Gently, you begin rubbing your knuckles along her wet folds. You're probably lucky that she isn't talking when you do, because her breath immediately hitches; if she'd been talking, everyone would have noticed that.
For a few moments, you just gently explore her pussy with your fingers, feeling how wet she is, how wet she's getting as you play with her. Then, you try sliding a finger into her.
Try, because she immediately lets go of her skirt and pulls your hand away, shaking her head slightly. She leans back towards you and murmurs, "No fingering, either. Okay?"
You pout at her. "Why not?" you whisper back.
She glances around the room. "I'll explain later," she replies quietly. "No looking, and no fingering. Okay?"
You reluctantly nod. If those are her rules, those are her rules, but you're not happy about them.
You content yourself with punishing her by trying to draw a reaction from her as you play with her, searching for all her sensitive spots. You remember most of them from last week, but it's fun to map out her pussy with her fingers and memorize each and every one of her most sensitive spots. There's her clit, of course, although you try not to play with that too much; it feels like cheating when you make her gasp with a quick flick to it. She still enjoys it when you squeeze her lips together, too- but not nearly as much as she does when you gently rub the length of one of your fingers between her lips. The first time you do that, you draw an audible gasp from her- and that's before your hand brushes her clit.
In fact, you end up having so much fun that you miss it when the clock rings to mark two o'clock, and the cessation of today's session. Victoria has to forcibly drag your hand away so she can put her jacket back on, causing you to look around, confused. Not that she minds; you can feel that with a quick brush of your power. In fact, she doesn't mind at all. You can feel how strong her lust has grown- her shame has diminished, and whatever that warm feeling of hers is, it's grown even stronger.
"Come on," she says quietly once everyone else has left. "Is anyone picking you up today?"
You shake your head. "No, I take the bus home."
Victoria hums. "I'll fly you home then," she tells you. "If that's okay with you. I'll explain along the way."
You nod once, sharply. "Sure," you say. If she hadn't asked permission, you might have been miffed, but she did.
The two of you head outside and to a nearby alleyway, whereupon Victoria sweeps you up into her arms, bridal style and flies in the direction you point out. Silence flows between the two of you for a moment as the girl tries to gather her thoughts.
Eventually, a few blocks later, she speaks up.
"You know I'm in a relationship, right?" she asks. You nod. You know- you just don't care. "Right. Well, I'm dating someone, and I lo- I like him a lot. Not that I don't like you a lot, too," she hastens to add. "But I've known Dean for a long time, and I'm actually dating him."
"Yet you still let me play with you," you say dryly. She raises an eyebrow at how you describe it, but doesn't comment on that.
"Yeah," she says instead. "We have a bit of an open relationship. It was my idea a while back, when Dean was having troubles- well, you don't need to know about that. But anyway, he was having some troubles with some other women, and we talked it over, and came to an agreement we could live with. We set four rules."
You look up at her quizzically. "Hm," you comment. "What are the rules?"
Her hands jerk, as though she went to count them off her fingers before remembering she's still carrying you. "Oops. Well, they're pretty simple rules. One, no kissing. It gets too messy. Two, no nudity. Underwear is fine, but we can't show our privates to anyone else. Three, no sex. We can, like, dry hump, but that and fondling's as far as we can go. And four, no falling in love. Goes back to rule one. Too messy."
Considering that, you tilt your head. "Huh," you say. "I'm in an open relationship myself, but we don't have rules like that."
"... Huh." Victoria stares down at you for a moment, then clears her throat and begins to descend. She comes to a stop in an alleyway, one you recognize as only being a couple of blocks away from your house. "Well, okay, I didn't expect you to be in an open relationship too. But, yeah. That's why I had to stop you."
"Mm." You make no moves to get down from her arms, and she doesn't try to put you down, just floats in the middle of the alleyway, looking down at you. Then, abruptly- before she can react- you lean up and kiss her on the mouth.
She doesn't react for a moment, stunned. Then she shakes her head and lets out an amused scoff. "I should have seen that coming," she says tiredly. "I don't know why I expected you to let this go that easily."
"That was silly of you, yeah," you agree, and kiss her again. She's passive at first, not stopping you, but not participating, either. Then, she slowly begins to kiss you back- gently, barely moving, just barely opening her mouth and nipping lightly at your upper lip. You take the chance to quickly swipe your tongue against her lower lip. She shives against you, and this time, after you break for air she's the one who leans forward and kisses you.
You don't let it evolve to a full make-out session, keeping the kisses gentle and soft, trying to tease her out of her shell. She responds, shying back whenever you get too aggressive, but otherwise fully participating in the kisses.
Eventually, you lean back, satisfied. Victoria blinks slowly, as though waking from a spell, and gently places you on the ground. She can't resist leaning in for one last kiss before taking a step back, though.
"I'll see you next Sunday, Taylor." She sighs, although her disappointment isn't aimed at you, and gently rises into the air.
You're tempted to whistle happily as you step out of the alleyway and begin making your way home- it's not too far from here, although for a moment you wonder how Victoria knew where you lived (the answer becomes clear momentarily: there's a bus stop just outside the alleyway, the same bus stop you wait at for your bus).
Well. That went better than expected, you think to yourself.
Eventually, though, all weekends must pass. Night falls, and you find yourself falling back into your planning sessions as you look to the week ahead.
You honestly haven't used your power that much recently. Minor uses of it, but they've been small enough to not trigger your headache. By now, it's faded entirely. You're hesitant to use it too much, because you know that it could come back with a vengeance if you push yourself too far, but the option is there again.
But you can't determine that in a moment. Instead, you turn to your notepad and begin planning to...
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