Brianna stared at her bed, trepidation leaking from her every pore. She used to love climbing into bed at night, enthralled by where her dreams would take her. Now the idea terrified her beyond rational thought.
"It's okay, Bria. I won't let him near you." Christy's hand came down upon her shoulder, warm, comforting, something concrete that she could hold on to. "We kept him away last night, we can do it again tonight."
"But it's so unfair to you, Chris," Brianna said, turning under her friend's hand and stepping into her embrace. "You're taking a double load of classes this term plus you have to get ready for the internship and I'm asking you to spend your nights keeping an eye on me so some big bad boogey man doesn't make me pregnant."
Christy wrapped her arms around Bria, her hands resting against her back, rubbing gently. "You'd do the same for me," she said softly, her lips brushing against Bria's ear. "Besides, this way I get all my homework done before I walk into class. My professors have been really impressed with me. You know Ryan will be here at two. That boy would walk over burning coals for you."
Bria relaxed into her friend's embrace, laying her head upon Chris's shoulder. "Still...it's a huge thing you're doing for me, especially in believing me the way you have."
"Honey, no one marks themselves up like you've been marked unless they got something seriously wrong with them." She gave Bria one more squeeze and then pushed her towards the bed. "Besides, there's a James Bond marathon on tonight. That Timothy Dalton was the sexiest Bond around."
"He couldn't touch Pierce Brosnon with a Walther PPK and two martini olives and you know it, Chris," Bria joked, their usual argument since both girls had found out that they were James Bond fanatics.
"We aren't going there. Bed...NOW!" she ordered sternly.
Bria slipped under her covers, her eyes searching every corner of the room before Christy turned off the lights and picked up the remote to turn on the television. The first chords of the song
Nobody Does It Better
sounded until Chris turned down the television and picked up her notebook.
Bria turned on her side, putting her back to the girl, facing the wall. She yawned tiredly, her eyes closing before nerves had them popping back up.
"Quit fighting it, Bria. You're safe," Christy said.
"Okay Mom," Bria said sarcastically, pulling the covers up just a bit.
She closed her eyes, feeling that almost drugged sensation that hits just before unconsciousness. A dark shadow passed in front of her closed eyelids, a voice whispered in her ear.
"Brianna, come to me."
She struggled up through the layers of sleep, fright chasing her through the gray levels even as she kicked and fought at the covers that seemed almost to smother her. Hands grabbed her arms and she fought even harder, struggling under them.
"Bria stop! It's me, Chris."
Her eyes opened and she saw Christy sitting on the side of the bed, holding onto her flailing hands. "Chris?" she asked, than burst into tears.
Her friend's arms wrapped tightly around her, hauling her up against her. "Shush sweetie, it's okay. It's fine. You're safe."
"It was him, Chris. He almost had me."
Christy pulled back, her pretty green eyes boring into Bria's. "Who is he? What does he want?"
"Me, he wants me for some reason. Father Joseph says he wants to make me pregnant, he wants to be reborn in this world through our son." She wiped at her eyes with rough hands, angry at herself for crying yet again.
Chris pushed her red locks behind her tiny ears. "Stop," she urged, reaching out and gently wiping away the few teardrops that Bria had missed. "You're going to hurt yourself if you don't watch it, girl."
Bria watched with suddenly wide eyes as Christy tenderly wiped away the remnants of her crying jag. Her touch was soft, caring, intimate. When she was done, she didn't move her hand away, instead just let it stay, cupping Bria's cheek, lifting her face to the pretty redhead's.
"Ah, Chris..." Bria began, uncomfortable with the look in her friend's eyes. "You can let me go now, no more tears, see?"
"What if I don't want to?" Christy said softly, almost a whisper as her face dropped. She pressed a soft kiss to Bria's forehead, her lips feathering over her dark brows and down, closing both her eyes before fluttering against her cheeks. "What if I'd rather hang on?"
Before Bria could answer, Christy's lips were slipping over hers, soft, seductive and sweet. Her breath filled Bria's mouth followed quickly by her tongue as she slipped inside.
Bria was shocked. She'd known for years that Christy swung both ways depending upon her mood, but the girl had never hit on her seriously. This was pretty serious, she thought as the sensations of the kiss flooded her, tearing a moan of pure sexual delight from Bria's throat.
The buttons on her pajama top were opened so quickly it was as if done in a dream or by some magic that suddenly made the room seemed to grow and flicker with candlelight. Christy tore her lips from Bria's, sliding to her jaw line, using her teeth and tongue and mouth to seduce the sexually anorexic girl into a carnal gallery of delight.
Bria felt her top parting, felt Christy's hands slip over her flesh, her skin so hot it seemed to burn. She cupped her breasts, her thumbs rubbing with invigorating thoroughness over her taut nipples, made even more so by the forbidden naughtiness of what she was doing. When Chris leaned down, taking the tip into her mouth, Bria cried out her name, her hands coming up to hold Christy's head to her.
"That's it, baby," Christy said around Bria's nipple. "Hold on to me."
"We shouldn't be doing this," Bria moaned. The heat of Christy's mouth was like a fiery brand over her skin, suckling upon her nipple, sliding over the soft under curve of her breast before trailing down between her ribs. She felt Christy play with the ties that held her pajama pants up, tugging upon them with her teeth, slipping her tongue under the waistband to play with Bria's skin.
