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She hated her stupid fucking self-defeating power.
Tats kept talking about how everybody's power was like that, always a cursed gift or whatever smart-ass way she had of saying it. Powers weren't there to help, they were there to make shit happen, right? Well in her case it was more like 'make shit not happen'. Attention, notice, care, love, affection, touch... none of it was happening; no matter how much she wanted it. Instead she was stuck here toying with herself with no fun finish in sight, just killing time in a little bubble all her own.
It sucked being Imp sometimes.
Unseen and unheard she huffed and puffed, smearing herself across a pillow with fast jerky motions. Her tits were out and she wanted to play with them but she needed both hands to keep the pillow bunched up, or all the nice friction went away and she was just humping air and like. She could do that any time! Right now she just wanted to feel something nice instead of nothing, but she also couldn't risk being seen. Which meant as soon as she felt that sizzle-tingle-grasping seizing feeling in her guts... She stopped. Heaved a breath in and out, glassily staring into the distance, before starting back up with a groan.
See, if she came? She'd want nothing more than to be seen and known in that moment, to share her experience with somebody, anybody at all... And that almost guaranteed she'd force her power down even without meaning to. Something about that feeling of letting go made her desperately need that fucking acknowledgement she never got any other time. Most of the time it was a struggle to drop her power, a bitch and a half to hold a conversation or keep enough attention in school to both learn and exist in memories. Yet apparently whatever was wired up in her brain to make her power work got its wires crossed real easy when she got off.
So she didn't! She kept grinding and mewling and having fun in the lack-of-sun, unseen and unknown, all nice and easy and available as long as she didn't actually want to finish. No amount of tingling or clenching or just-short-of-soreness would keep her from pushing closer, closer... Never quite there. Never far enough. As badly as she wanted to be seen there was nobody she could trust enough. Nobody she'd accept seeing her that exposed, that weak, that blissed out and stupid and-
She winced and pulled back off the pillowcase, having hit the seam at a bad angle in her frenzy. Not bad enough to hurt but definitely bad enough to knock her further from the peak. No max-out for her today, no high score, no pay for all her play... She blew out a huff that sent a few loose hairs spiraling off her sweat-stained forehead. No fun. Not enough fun. Part of her wanted somebody to catch on, to find her, to call her out on it: She knew that people could pick up her scent when she was Imp'ing out, just that it was a disconnected thing they wouldn't know the source of. But what if somebody figured it out? What if Alec came in here and found her sprawled out across half of his bed?
No matter how vividly she imagined that, it wouldn't happen: They were out of the base. She'd never do this if Brian were here. Unless Alec were here, and they made noise together, enough for her stuck-up brother to hear it and get mad about it, mad enough to find them, bust down the door, actually pay attention to her...
Fuck it. Mood ruined. She'd finish this some other time. Heh, finish.
Not likely.