(A/N: This story deals with a lot of sexuality and has very adult themes. It was written with the sole purpose of improving how I write intimate/sex scenes so it won't be winning any writing awards in any other category. Since I hate senseless sex I decided to give it some subsidence in the form of a rather "short" story instead of just writing straight up porn, which this technically is. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this hellfire of a fic.)

Chapter 1: Habit or Addiction

Like the many nights before, it was chilly and the preferred source of warmth for Wattson was a weighted blanket. Sure, she could just turn the thermostat up, but that would take away from her nightly activity. The cool air brushing against her skin felt amazing when she rushed to her bed for sleep beneath the comforting weight of her blanket. However, she wasn't quite ready for bed just yet as there was something she wanted- no, needed, to do.

She couldn't quite determine if the secret dance she did was of habit or addiction, but if there was one thing she was for sure of; she was doing it.

After making sure her fluffy, snowball white cat, "Nikola" had enough food and water for the night, she locked him out of her room with a "goodnight". Usually her little companion would sleep in the bed with her, but for tonight, like previous others, he would have to spend the night outside.

She turned around and quickly went into her connected bathroom, grabbed two towels, made her way over to her bed and neatly laid them across the center slightly lower towards the foot of it. As she stared down at the towels, her face began to heat up with anticipation as she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone.

After unlocking it, she quickly navigated –almost too fast for the device to keep up, to her photos and into the "favorites" tab. The photo she was so desperate to see was one of a fellow Legend named "Crypto".

To say Crypto was handsome would be an understatement because in her eyes, he was like a distant star; so far away yet so bright. He had that mystique aura that she found so alluring and his dark brown eyes held so many stories that she wanted to learn all about.

She found the expressions on his face adorable in the very few photos she and he had together. Most of them captured him with a look of shock or slight annoyance as they were taken at random times, while the others were more casual. But the one drawing her attention the most was of just him with a smile that was… seductive… in a way.

With a slight nibble to her bottom lip, Wattson climbed into bed atop of the towels she had prepared. She briefly sat her phone down beside her so she could take off her bra and wiggled out of her underwear. Now came the part that made her face burn with embarrassment. She picked her phone up and took a good look at the photo. She studied every feature until the image was imprinted on her mind and then she returned the phone to the nightstand.

Closing her eyes, she slowly tranced the tips of her fingers on her hand from the side of her face, to her collarbone, to her sternum, between her breasts and down past her stomach. She bent her knees before parting them as her hand continued down her body. The small and sharp breath she took in was caused by the pressure she applied on her clit. She slowly and lightly, rubbed the nub as her other hand rose up to cup one of her breasts.

The circles of pressure she made had the back of her head sinking into the pillow as her hips slowly rocked to the rhythm of her fingers. She gently massaged her breast before lightly pinching and twisting the nipple. The pleasure that surged through her body emitted from the pit of her stomach and made her breathing quicker and labored. She groaned as her fingers slid down from her clit and into her core.

Usually she'd start off slow and steady, but tonight she was feeling particularly impatient and needy. There was a bundle of nerves just a notch or two within her that always got her off the quickest and that's what she was giving the most attention to. Her fingers easily slid in and out with how slick everything had become, and with each stroke she slowly got faster to reach a pace that suited her situation.

With the image of Crypto still fresh on her mind, she pondered how it would be to be with him. She wondered how it'd feel to have his weight on top of her, the warmth of his skin as his arms wrapped around her, the places he'd touch, how it would feel to have him inside of her and most importantly; the taste of his lips.

Not being able to wait anymore and wanting her relief, the hand that was previously on her breast was now applying pressure on her clit that was now sensitive and in need of attention. The embarrassing moans and goans that escaped her lips were followed by Crypto's name and the quivering of her legs.

Her womanhood became increasingly tight around her fingers as she had just been hit with what could only be described as an explosion of ecstasy. Her breath hitched and her eyes screwed shut. The fingers on her clit were now firmly pressing down as her needs were being met.

As her muscles contracted, she felt as if her body convulsing all over as dozens of doses of dopamine rushed in and the only thought, rather, the person on her mind was Crypto. Her legs quivered and felt as if they were going stiff while the satisfactory sense of relief started to come full circle as a reward for her efforts of pleasure.

The moans that burst forward reached the heavens and echoed off her bedroom walls. After her calls of victory dialed down her breaths were quick and shallow, but became deeper and drawn out as she came down from her high. The only way that could describe the feeling after such a vigorous task was nothing short of floaty as if laying on a cloud.

After the seconds ticked into minutes and the euphoric relief was gone, Wattson sat up, looked down at the towels and then a sudden wave of embarrassment started to wash over her. The towels were soaked where her bottom just was and were already seeping through. She moved quickly and went to put the now wet towels in a hamper for later cleaning, and she exhaled with guilt while doing it.

The thought of doing such an act made her feel horrible especially since she was doing it while thinking of someone who she didn't even know had or hadn't had feelings for her. She felt dirty, guilty and ashamed of her actions. Soon she started to wonder why she felt like this after her voyage of pleasure.

She was no fool, of course. She knew exactly what she was doing, she read books about it, watched videos and studied research on the subject so she was well informed and knowledgeable about it. As she stared into the hamper she suddenly had a thought spring up in her train of thought. She looked up at a small calendar she had tacked on a wall.

"Maybe it's the frequency. No that couldn't be it, I only do it once a week… twice a week… only three times a week… four times a week…" She thought to herself as the feeling of shame started to sink its teeth in and started to draw out the anxiety.

"I-... I don't understand… is something wrong with me?" She said aloud for no apparent reason other than to hear herself say it. "Everyone does it, so why do I feel so… dirty?" She continued.

Fatigue suddenly started to rear its head as Wattson was feeling the adrenaline wear off. She made her way towards her bed and stared at the part of the blanket the towels covered. Luckily for her, she was able to move the towels before it got wet. After clipping on her bra and getting her underwear on, she pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

Turning over on her side, Wattson saw her phone sitting on the nightstand. She sat on the idea of checking it for any updates on the Games as they've been shut down for the week out for a celebration they held every year for the introductions of new legends, but she stopped herself as she knew she had forgotten to close out the picture of Crypto on her phone and if she were to look at it now, well…

"Tae…" She whispered Crypto's real name as she closed her eyes. But then, as if it had a mind of its own, her hand was down her panties and rubbing against her entrance that was starting to become slick yet again. It was at this point that she knew it was an addiction.

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