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I push through the door to our bedroom, taking off my mask and flinging it to the side with a groan. Tonight was miserable. We managed to pull off the job in the end, but it was exhausting and took way longer than it should have. Every muscle in my body aches, and all I want to do is collapse into bed and sleep. I glance down at my skin-tight bodysuit, and decide that washing the bedding tomorrow sounds easier than trying to undress now. I fall face first onto the bed, groaning loudly as Taylor shuts the door behind her.
“Are you doing alright?” she asks, voice weary from hours of avoiding the heroes.
“Tired. Everything hurts,” I moan pitifully. There’s a sound of rustling fabric behind me as Taylor takes off her costume. She’s slow and methodical, exhaling sharply at points due to her own pain and exhaustion. A weight settles on the bed once she’s done, and her hands trail gently across my back.
“Well, you’re home now, which means you can relax, if you want?” Her voice dips low as she shifts into hypnotist mode. Even through this bone deep fatigue, I still shiver at the thought of going under for her.
“That sounds nice,” I say, uncoiling my muscles as I open myself up for her. She shifts her weight, adjusting her position above me. I focus on my breathing, settling on a familiar pattern.
“You’re safe in bed, tired and boneless,” she whispers, hands rubbing their way up my back. My eyes flutter shut, and I sink deeper into her silky voice. “Your limbs are heavy, but you don’t have to lift them. You can just lay here, and relax.”
She’s tired, but doing this for me anyway. It’s touching, sweet, and oh so wonderful. I let out a deep exhale, loosening further with each word that leaves her lips.
“You’re so relaxed, so peaceful, and so comfortable right now,” she says as she starts pulling down the zipper on the back of my costume. I hear her breath hitch slightly as she reveals my bare back, and I remember that I didn’t wear underwear today. I don’t wear it most days actually, not since we finally got that change to stick.
Taylor pulls the zipper all the way down, before moving my arms parallel to my torso and gently tugging at my suit. “Focus on your breathing, focus on my words. Nothing else in the world matters,” she whispers softly. I shift my body to help her remove my costume while keeping my movements to an absolute minimum. The cool air feels nicer on my skin than I’d expected. Goosebumps prickle down my now exposed limbs, and a small thrill dances across my nerves.
The dense fog teases and pokes at my mind, seeping into the cracks and lulling me into a state of relaxation. Even so, it struggles to find purchase against the sheer fatigue that permeates my entire body. I take another deep breath, hoping to let it in more fully. Taylor slides the costume off my legs one at a time, removing my socks and leaving me completely naked. She straddles me from behind, her thin underclothes pressing against my bare skin.
“In and out,” she whispers, moving her hands to start massaging me. I melt under her ministrations, knots in my back uncurling beneath her knuckles. “You’re so happy, and so comfortable…”
She trails off, and my power pings briefly. She’s insecure. Her confidence is waning.
“You’re enjoying this, right?” she asks, and any chance of me falling into a proper hypnotic trance vanishes. I could force it, I suppose. Ignore the pricking exhaustion and keep sinking into that sparse fog around me.
“Of course I am,” I say, turning my head to look at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s not just insecure; she’s tired. Worn out, just like I am. “I love doing things with you, especially stuff like this.”
Taylor worries at her lip, before taking a breath and trying to continue. “Your limbs feel heavy and…”
I turn around underneath her, a quiet smile on my face. “Hey, it’s been a long night, yeah?” She nods, and I take the cue to keep speaking. “Why don’t we just go to sleep? We can do this tomorrow or something, when we’re both more mentally and physically present.”
There’s a flash of guilt on her face, but she nods all the same. I pull her down next to me, wrapping myself around her front with a sigh. She melts against me, letting go of tension with a shuddering breath. “You're sure?” She sounds so small right now. “You're not upset?”
“I love you, Taylor, and cutting this off early isn't going to change that,” I whisper softly. “I don’t think I tell you this enough, but I do.”
“Why?” she asks, voice strained with exhaustion and disbelief. Oh, she’s doing worse than I thought. I press a kiss to the crook of her neck.
“You’re charming, dedicated, and you’re loyal as hell,” I say, rubbing circles into her back. “Not to mention, you indulge all these weird requests of mine.”
I’m not sure how many people would learn hypnosis because their girlfriend asked them too. More than that, she didn't even hesitate when I handed her a list of all the things I wanted changed about myself. She just scrunched up her brow, nodded, and did her best. There's no one else I would trust to have this much control over my mind, and at no point has she betrayed that trust.
“Thank you,” she whispers, breathing deeper as sleep creeps up on her. “I love you too, Lisa.”
I press a kiss to her cheek, and turn my attention inwards. I still want to do something nice for Taylor, which means I need to be in peak condition for tomorrow. Before I asked Taylor to help, I was using self hypnosis with mixed and very limited results. Interestingly, self hypnosis has gotten easier since we started our regular sessions.
Ten, I am relaxed and at peace. Nine, my body is heavy and slow. Eight, I don’t have to think. Seven, I am breathing deeply. Six, I am comfortable as I am. Five, I love my nudity. Four, I am easily aroused by my own nudity. Three, I like it when Taylor wants me. Two, I am relaxed and comfortable when with Taylor. One, I’m aroused when around Taylor. Sink.
I repeat the mantra over and over, the fog creeping back into my mind with each repetition. Mental recitations become muttered repetition, until eventually, sleep settles over me like a blanket. All night, my dreams are filled with Taylor’s soothing voice.
*****
I wake up first, remarkably enough. The fog around my mind has lifted, leaving me with only a lingering sense of comfort and peace. I’m rested, lucid, and horny as hell. Even after months of inducing it, this feeling of intense arousal is still fairly novel. Especially since that feeling lingering even this long after a session is a rather recent achievement for us—doubly so for one as short as last night's.
Taylor is laying on her back, mouth parted slightly as she sleeps. I trace my fingers across her stomach, sliding gently under her nightshirt, over her taut muscles, and towards modest breasts. It takes about a minute of this for her to stir, blinking awake with a confused look in her eyes. She glances at me, stares for a few long seconds, before raising a single eyebrow. I grin, and push myself up and over to straddle her waist.
“Lisa?” she says, mildly confused and bemused at my position above her.
“Morning, sweetie,” I smile down at her, slowly circling her nipples with the tips of my fingers, her shirt riding up far enough to expose the base of her breasts. She swallows thickly, eyes darting up and down my body.
“Good morning? What brought this on?” Taylor asks, eyes flickering to my hands. I slow my movements, and carefully lower some of the walls around my mind.
Rapid pulse; dilated eyes; aroused; aroused by sight and touch of Lisa-self; wants Lisa-self; hesitant; doesn’t remember hypnotizing Lisa-self; wants to make sure Lisa-self is okay; wants to continue,
“Well,” I smile, my cheeks heating as information pours into my mind. “I woke up horny today, and wanted to fuck. If you’re interested, of course.”
Taylor prefers it when I’m blunt. It’s something she picked up from Rachel when they were dating, and even after they stopped it’s stuck. Hmm, there’s a thought. I know Rachel and Taylor still fuck occasionally—romance was the issue, not sexual compatibility—so maybe I should ask them to bring me along sometime? Rachel likes her puppy play, and combining that with a bit of hypnosis sounds… Well, just the thought is making me a bit wet.
She squints at me, as if looking for some sort of deceit. Not unfounded, I have lied about being aroused before to try and make her happy. I take one of her hands, and gently bring it to my pussy. She inhales sharply as her fingers make contact with my damp folds.
“Oh, the changes are sticking,” Taylor breathes out, half relief and half fascination. Her breath is slightly ragged, and my smile widens. “Yeah, I’d like to fuck.”
I push her shirt all the way up, and she raises her arms to let me take it off. I lick my lips at the sight of her breasts. They’re small, sure, but they’re framed by muscles and perky as hell. Even without using hypnotism to give myself a libido, I’d still find her attractive without a shirt on. I’m pretty sure, anyway. I know I wanted to be attracted to her, and it’s easy to see all the ways she looks good if you’re paying attention.
My hands return to her breasts, massaging them gently. Her leg raises in response, shifting to press her bare thigh against my dripping core. I grind against her lightly, enjoying the tingles that crawl through my body with her movements. Taylor pulls herself up slightly, one hand reaching behind my head to pull me in for a kiss. Our lips meet, and I abruptly realize that neither of us have brushed our teeth yet.
After just a few seconds of kissing, Taylor pulls back with an apologetic frown. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“It’s fine,” I say, ignoring the aftertaste of her morning breath. I duck my head, pressing my lips to her collarbone and planting kisses up along it. She shivers, her hand gripping my hair lightly as she pulls herself into a sitting position with me still on her lap. My fingers rub her nipples, pressing the hard nubs into her soft flesh, and her breath hitches. I grind against her with a bit more intensity, and one of my hands slips down her front, fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties. “Lisa,” her voice is breathless with lust. “Can you use your mouth?”
I pull back from her neck, a pleased smile across my face. “I’d love to.”
I shuffle off her lap, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs. She shuffles back as well, flushed anticipation painted across her face as she spreads her legs for me. I crawl forwards, pushing my hair out of the way as I lower myself towards her luscious lower lips. Taylor’s hands bunch up my hair, pulling it back and holding it in place. I glance up with a grateful smile, before pressing my mouth directly to her pussy.
Oral is something I assumed I’d hate when we first started all this, and as such we avoided it initially. In defiance of my expectations, oral turned out to be really fun, at least once I was able to get past my squick issues with the help of a few hypnosis sessions. I’m damn good at it too, which makes it all that more enjoyable for both of us. Turns out, my skill with my mouth transfers just fine between slinging insults and giving head.
I push my tongue into her, shifting up and down in the process for maximum stimulation. She shudders, letting out a high-pitched gasp as I work my magic. Her thighs close around the side of my head, and I move one of my hands down to my crotch as I pleasure her. My fingers rub against my folds as I gently flick her clit with my tongue, causing her to spasm with a burst of pleasure. Not an orgasm, not yet, but a sign that I’m doing everything right.
Heat burns through me as I lap up her arousal, and the faint sweetness of her juices pushes me to go deeper; to find more. Both of Taylor’s hands grab my head, and I’m pulled in close as strong legs tighten around me. I redouble my efforts, ratcheting up my speed to match the desperate grinding of her hips. She reaches her peak, squeezing hard enough that for a moment, I can’t even breathe.
She moans blissfully, jerking and spasming as an orgasm races through her. I continue my ministrations, slowing down to extend her arousal for as long as my lungs can manage. Finally, her grip loosens, and I pull back for air with a gasp. Taylor has a dazed smile on her face, lips parted and eyes lidded. She meets my gaze, and her expression softens.
“Lisa.” Taylor says my name like it’s something sacred and beautiful; like it’s more than just a name. My heart skips a beat as she leans in to kiss me on the forehead. “Lay down, let me take care of you.”
I swallow, heart racing. I let her move my body, shifting to accommodate her as she lays me out on the bed. She carefully spreads my legs, slides a hand over my heat, and leans in to kiss me. She doesn’t go for my lips, which would have been more disappointing if morning breath wasn’t an issue. Instead, her lips encircle one of my nipples, sucking it gently as her fingers continue the work I started earlier.
I whimper slightly, and raise a hand to my mouth to muffle my moans. She slides two fingers inside me, curling them slightly, and slowly pumps them back and forth. I wrap my legs around her waist, pulling myself slightly closer as her beautiful fingers carve love and affection into my body and soul.
“Let me hear you,” she whispers, voice low and sultry. “I love your voice.”
I move my hand over my head, gripping the sheets as I let out a keening gasp. “Taylor,” I moan her name, breath coming out short as she speeds up her movements below. “Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.”
I repeat her name, chanting it like a holy mantra. Pleasure mounts within me, building in my core and spreading across my body like a wildfire. My toes tingle, pins and needles run up my legs, and an orgasm strikes me. I arch my back into her, bucking slightly as she fingers me faster in response to my climax. “Taylor, please!” I cry out, the edges of my vision darkening from the intensity of the ecstasy coursing through me.
Waves of pleasure wash over my tense form, and her movements finally start to slow. I drop onto the bed, limbs heavy with exertion. I relax my hands, letting go of the fistfuls of sheets I’d grasped. Slowly and deliberately, I take a deep breath, taking control of my heart even as pleasure continues to spike within me.
“I love you, Lisa,” Taylor says, pressing a kiss above my heart. “I love you so much.”
Her fingers slip out of me, and she pulls back. I sit up and prop myself up on my arms. The abruptness of the movement makes me dizzy, but I smile back at her all the same. “I love you too, Taylor.”
We spend a moment just staring at each other, basking in the easy comfort of the afterglow. Her clean hand traces small circles on my leg, and I let myself get lost in her eyes for longer than I usually do.
“Okay,” I say, sitting up the rest of the way. “Let's brush and shower. I want to kiss you so bad, but I cannot handle morning breath right now.”
“Sounds good,” Taylor says, slowly sliding off the bed. She’s still sore from yesterday by the looks of things. Then again, I’m also sore as hell, and not just from being finger-blasted first thing in the morning.
Taylor tosses me a bathrobe and pulls on one of her own. We step out of our room, flipping on the lights on our way to the bathroom. We’ve long since upgraded from living in the loft, and have our own place closer to the boardwalk. This is partially because once we became sexually active, it just got too awkward living with the others.
Taylor grabs her toothbrush the second we enter the bathroom, and I turn on the shower to let the water heat up. Even though we’ve lived here for years, I still can’t get enough of having a functional water heater. What we had in the loft was fine, but being able to spend hours under water hot enough to steam is a luxury I’ve missed.
I trade places with Taylor, and she steps into the shower and gets to work on washing her hair. I look at myself in the mirror as I clean my teeth, and am taken aback by just how fucked I look. My hair is all over the place, my face is red, and there’s an almost glassy look in my eyes.
It’s kinda nice to know that I look this way because of Taylor.
I shed my robe, and climb in behind Taylor. She’s staring up at the water, letting it run down her body in rivets. I wrap my arms around her, laying my head on her shoulder with a content sigh. Tension loosens as the hot water melts the aches and pains of our extended fight with the heroes.
Taylor’s arms rest on mine where they cross the front of her body.
Her head tips to rest against mine.
We stand there, bodies pressed together, letting our worries wash down the drain.
I smile, content with our relationship; content with her. It’s taken some work from both of us, but we’ve managed to be happy together, despite our individual hangups.
“Let’s go out today,” I say, thumb tracing small circles on her skin.
“Okay,” she says, eyes still closed. “Doing what?”
“I don’t know. Movie?” I say, not moving from my position.
“Sure. Maybe we can try that new sushi place,” she says, giving my arm a quick squeeze.
“Great. We’ll plan it out later,” I say, tilting to give her a kiss on the cheek. She preempts my movement, and plants her lips on mine. The kiss is slow and sensual, a wordless communication of our love.
I could kiss her every day for the rest of my life, and I know she feels the same. I don’t even have to cheat, I simply know it in the same way everyone knows that the sky is blue, birds sing, and Faultline’s a bitch.
Our love is self-evident, a fundamental truth.
I love Taylor Hebert, and there’s nothing in the world that can change that.