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[just a slip of the tongue]
This was not the direction that Anathema thought her Saturday night was going to take.
Not the part that involved having sex with Chuck. That was exactly the direction that she had predicted her night was going to. In fact, it was at that very moment, going. Rather excellently, she might add. If there was some sort of rating and review system for sexual partners, she knew that she would give her handsome Australian friend rave reviews.
The night had started in a manner that was fairly routine for them. A few drinks, a few laughs, one thing leading to another and then they had been making out on her sofa in various states of undress. There had been a break in the action as they made it to her bedroom, where they had quickly picked up where they had left off.
Quite impressively, if she did say so herself.
Her heart was pounding, a light sheen of sweat on both of their bodies as she moved her hips to match his. Her mind was blissfully blank, wrapped up in the moment as she was, a moan escaping her lips involuntarily. She did enjoy it when he hit that particular spot.
Now a blank mind can be a dangerous thing, especially for a psychic such as Anathema. Blank space wants to be filled up, often time collect bits and pieces from the heads of others to do. This was something she was used to, except this time she was caught a bit off guard. Which led to the aforementioned, unexpected direction.
Stray thoughts from Chuck were nothing knew, but the thought that had just wandered into her head definitely was not his. The voice and thoughts rather clearly belonged to someone else.
She frowned, eyes opening as she reflexively reached up to pause Chuck's motions by putting her hand over his mouth. "Who was that?" she asked, unable to get past it until her curiosity was resolved.
Not the part that involved having sex with Chuck. That was exactly the direction that she had predicted her night was going to. In fact, it was at that very moment, going. Rather excellently, she might add. If there was some sort of rating and review system for sexual partners, she knew that she would give her handsome Australian friend rave reviews.
The night had started in a manner that was fairly routine for them. A few drinks, a few laughs, one thing leading to another and then they had been making out on her sofa in various states of undress. There had been a break in the action as they made it to her bedroom, where they had quickly picked up where they had left off.
Quite impressively, if she did say so herself.
Her heart was pounding, a light sheen of sweat on both of their bodies as she moved her hips to match his. Her mind was blissfully blank, wrapped up in the moment as she was, a moan escaping her lips involuntarily. She did enjoy it when he hit that particular spot.
Now a blank mind can be a dangerous thing, especially for a psychic such as Anathema. Blank space wants to be filled up, often time collect bits and pieces from the heads of others to do. This was something she was used to, except this time she was caught a bit off guard. Which led to the aforementioned, unexpected direction.
Stray thoughts from Chuck were nothing knew, but the thought that had just wandered into her head definitely was not his. The voice and thoughts rather clearly belonged to someone else.
She frowned, eyes opening as she reflexively reached up to pause Chuck's motions by putting her hand over his mouth. "Who was that?" she asked, unable to get past it until her curiosity was resolved.