Appendix: Chapter Twenty-Five
Entry 25.1 -- Gabi
While Sarah is putting our trays away--compelled by the word "please"--I turn to Trixy. "Could I have Sarah to myself tonight?"
"Yeah, that's fine. I'm pretty tired anyway."
"Could I...." I hesitate.
Her eyes turn lecherous. "Yes?"
"I want to have some fun with Sarah tomorrow morning, but technically it's CNC. While I'm certain she'd enjoy herself, I want to have a conversation about it, but I also want it to be a surprise. When I give you the signal, would you be willing to wipe her memory of the conversation?"
"Absolutely! What's the signal?"
"It'll be a text message that says something like, 'Could you wipe Sarah's memory, now, please?'" I say. "Unless we dive into details, the conversation will only take five minutes or so, so I'll text you in maybe ten minutes I'd guess. Actually, if this wouldn't be crossing a boundary for you, I could use some supernatural help with the ropes."
Her eyes twinkle. "I can do that. We'll have to work through some details, though. Sarah'll notice if she loses that much time," Trix warns. "I could replace those memories with something if you'd like."
"Oooh! Well, we usually play Smash after dinner."
"That works."
"Could you make her think I beat her every game?"
Beatrix barks a laugh. "Yes. Yes, I can do that, too. I'll even make her believe it's plausible!"
I stick my tongue out at her. She winks at me, and ... and then I can't pull my tongue back into my mouth.
What?
I think. I try again and failing, begin to panic.
"Careful," she says. "Don't want it to get stuck that way." I feel my cheeks heat as I see Ryan give me a strange look. I pull my tongue with everything I've got but it won't budge.
Fear and embarrassment cause me to become hyper-aware. Beatrix extends a finger and I warily follow it with my eyes as she pokes me on the nose. "Boop!" she boops. She withdraws her finger but my eyes won't follow it. They won't move at all. I'm cross-eyed with my tongue sticking out and a furious blush on my face. And ... and I'm
wet?!
Why is this turning me on? It adds to the shame which is
not
having the reaction it's supposed to, instead making me hotter. I swear every eye in the room must be on me, but I can't even check because I can't look!
"Say cheese," Beatrix says. I hear the sound her phone makes when it snaps a photo.
"Errhh!" I grunt futilely around my misbehaving tongue.
She taps me on the nose again; immediately my eyes refocus and my tongue retreats. That doesn't, however, change the fact that I'm hot and bothered and
embarrassed
one bit.
"I promised a treat for you and Sarah," Trixy says, "and so I got one for me." She shoots me a smile that lands somewhere between flirtatious and infuriating.
I glance around and see no one looking at me but Trix. Sarah is talking with Amon near the exit. I turn back to Beatrix. Whispering so no one around us can hear us discuss the classified topic, I say, "How did you do that? You didn't Speak and I didn't give you my consent. Did you prepare it ahead of time?"
"No! I don't know how I did it. I just tried it and it worked." She pauses, her facial expression becoming uncharacteristically nervous. "I think my ability is evolving." Her voice hushes even further, as if talking more to herself than to me. "I've always been able to Speak things in my head, but until my Valentine's Day date with Sarah, it only worked if it only affected me. Now I can affect other people, but my instincts say...." She trails off, then looks up at me. "Was it okay?" she asks, uncertain.
"No, it was not!" I say with as much Southern ire as I can muster. Her expression falters further, leaving her crestfallen and chagrined. "But my soaked panties suggest that I am a liar."
Her face brightens again. "Oh, good. They match mine then."
"There'll be payback, ya know," I warn her. "We Southern gals know how to hold a grudge." That last part's not true, but it seems like a good threat.
"Show me what you got, Ramirez.
"Ready to go?"
I nod. We link arms and head toward Sarah. Beatrix kisses us both goodnight and heads north, while the rest of us make our way to Stack 6.
* * *
"I have an idea," I say, shutting the door behind us, "for some sexy times." That catches her attention. "It's technically CNC, so I wanted to have a conversation about it first."
"Really? Alright, I'm all ears," she says.
"How would you feel if you woke up to me eating you out?"
She blinks a few times. "Lucky," she says simply.
I smirk. "And what if, upon waking, you found yourself bound and gagged?"
Her eyes bulge this time. "Lucki
er
."
"And if I then ungagged you and sat on your face?"
She doesn't respond. I wave a hand in front of her eyes and still no response. "Sarah? Did I break you?"
"Sorry," she says. "I was picturing that and got trapped in the image."
