Sabrina And Jon Vacillate

"Jonathan?" Sabrina called from her bedroom as Jon entered her apartment.

"Yes," he called out to her, sensing a tired vibe permeating the air from how quiet her space was and the way she sounded. "Long day?"

"Long enough. Something kept nagging at me all day, couldn't wait to get into bed after it," Sabrina admitted with a yawn. As Jonathan passed by the usual-talkative ball of fur yawning on her couch, Jon smirked.

"You ladies really are tired today, aren't you Loqui?"

A small mewl was her reply as she sank into a cat-nap.

"What kept nagging at you? Mark again?"

"Heh, no. He's incapable of nagging at me."

Jon laughed at that, past the point of worry about his friend's conduct with his girlfriend's corrective proclivities.

"No, it was a word that was getting to me all day. Are you familiar with the word 'vacillate'?"

"Uhh....I think..?"

Sabrina quietly chuckled from her bedroom. As long as she'd known him, she didn't have to peer out of her room to know that he wasn't looking it up on his phone or reaching for the dictionary on her shelf right away; Jon actually made an effort to recall things like that directly from memory, an effort she always admired about him, for a multitude of reasons.

"I think it's got something to do with...uncertainty?"

"I think you're close. But thinking about it today was an odd strain, and got me right into bed."

After putting some groceries away for her in the proper places, he quietly made his way to her bedroom, half-expecting to give her a kiss goodnight.

"Well, before I tuck you into bed so early, what does va-"

He finally stood at the opening of her room, a deceptive, lewd smirk across her face, belying the sleepy voice greeting his arrival. If her face didn't spell things out, the wearing nothing but a white buttoned shirt, thigh-high stockings, and her blue azure pendant around her neck.

"Vacillate," she intoned in a perfect bedroom voice. "The word has been on my mind all day. Such a fun word, just as fun as saying 'disrobe.'"

His limbs were a half second ahead of Jon's conditioned need to obey, even when something wasn't an established trigger. The thought about fighting or questioning the command for foreplay vanished as a pile of discarded clothing was left behind at the bedroom entrance. He fell to the floor as her finger pointed downwards, and he crawled his way to her bed like Loqui would.

"You know one thing we have in-common that I really like? We like to use our own brains ahead of reaching out for the closest resource to answer a question usually. It would've been a simple to just reach for my phone and look it up. But I love it when you stretch those mental muscles for me, which may or may not make you easier to converse with at times..."

He nearly smirked as he found his way between her stockinged legs, one beneath him, and one above him, the heel of her foot dragging the silky material over his skin.

"And when I do it, it ends up stretching my imagination a bit, exploring avenues I wouldn't have thought of at first."

"Imagination is more important than knowledge...according to Einstein at least."

"Excellent quote, my smart boy," she tapped his nose with his index finger, loving knowing that his smarts and knowledge would dwindle soon from his face at the rate of her speech pattern.

"In the middle of work, the word came up, and the first thought I had was 'why does this word sound so damn sexy?'"

Brown eyes trailed in absent directions as he queried the same question, getting slightly distracted by Sabrina's face, her pendant shimmering a little from lamp lighting across the room, or the finger waving it's way around his face.

"Vacillate. Vacillate. Vacillate...the way it rolls your tongue, or the way it hits your ears to let your mind wander towards pleasurable dimensions..." The way her toes bent to drag themselves along the small of his back prompted memories of foot worship, and the want to create fresh memories.

"Just because of pronunciation, I thought about the word 'vassal,' a holder of land, or more accurately, a person in a subordinate position to another. For the life of me, I have no idea why that came to mind..." She touched his face several times with her finger before leading him to find the cleft of her breasts, the deep blue of her pendant, or the arguably deeper blue of her eyes. As the hand moved to play with the skin on the back of his neck, Jon's eyes stayed open, verily unsure of where he wanted his gaze to rest.

"If you let it linger on your mind long enough, perhaps one can find themselves a vassal to a word or ideal. Being subordinate, submissive, subjugated by a single word, it happens more often than most would ever admit, but no matter how much their faulty will denies, it knows it belongs to the word for the foreseeable future, trapped in the definition, becoming defined by it."

Jon couldn't remember the last time his eyes were deliberately given so much to focus on. Wandering up and down between the line of of her bra-less bounty to a shining crystal, to blue eyes that widened just a little for effect drawing him closer. But the way her red lips smirked, mouthing the words 'vacillate,' somehow drew him away. The competitive, resistant side of him excited by her challenge simply forgot to be resistant because all of his energy went to deciding what to look at, but just couldn't.

"And you'd think that finally having the definition after such time thinking about it would break the spell...how wrong I was, because all I could think of once the definition was clear was ironically which element of mine would bespell you?"

Brown eyes found shining azure ones as was his typical habit, searching for her intent but getting lost in the mesmerizing color which became the intent he acquiesced to.

"Wouldn't it be those big beautiful...breasts that draw you in? Such soft, commanding flesh that gives your mouth so many reasons to pucker, to lick, to suck each breast, one after another, over and over?"

Somehow his gaze was pulled down to her breasts, seeing the pert nipples harden though the shirt's fabric, willing to suckle through it to get to them, if her legs allowed him to move forward, but the silk-clad thighs kept him just out of reach.

"And why wouldn't your mouth not be thinking with your mouth, as yours perhaps thinks of mine, how full and wonderful they are, slippery against yours yet always capturing yours, as you embrace...the way I command your affections and actions."

His small whimper at the almost triggered command to kiss brought his eyes to her mouth just in-time to see hers smirk again, and mouth 'vacillate' again. Jon felt himself harden as she realized she was making yet another word into a beguiling trigger phrase.

"My lips are pretty powerful as you are so well aware, invoking not only the animate, but inanimate as well. If I told my pendant to shine a little brighter, do you think it would obey my command?"

His eyes drifted down to the pendant, focusing on the shine, a trick of the eyes wondering if it was in-fact as obedient as him.

"Does it shine brighter, just because I tell it to? Does it shine brighter, just because you want it to? Does it shine brighter, because it wants to, at my behest? Glistening in your eyes?

The trick played well over his glassy eyes as gem shone from a light source inside, throwing reflective facets at his eyes he might've only been imagining, but wouldn't stop.

"And with all that power willed into my pendant, that annoying, age-old question remains - which is bluer Jonathan, the pendant, or my eyes?"

Tired, certainly-annoyed eyes drifted up and down from the pendant to her focused gaze, and he answered sooner than he expected as his gaze just got stuck there, already too much a believe of the power of her blue eyes from so many prior experiences.

She chuckled freely, knowing almost nothing would interrupt his stupor.

"Such is the journey of...Vacillate."

Jon lightly gasped again, expecting the eye-gazing trigger to take him even deeper, eyes narrowing a little to show how little he enjoyed the trick, no matter how she felt him grow against her calf.

"You can't decide, Jonathan. You are incapable of deciding. Indecision, indecisiveness. The only decision you are in is mine. The only decisiveness you inhabit is mine. In all the thinking I've done today, I finally realized - that's what makes 'Vacillate' so sexy to me."

The blank look on his face, lids almost shut from exhaustion, Sabrina wondered which focal point occupied his mind's eye more, imagining a slideshow of them all, but growing aroused herself in how it really didn't matter.

"Vacillate even effects me, as I had no idea if we were going to be just Sabrina and Jonathan in our play tonight, or if we would be Scryer and Striker tonight."

The closest hand reached over to the witches hat placed readily on the bed frame, having been in the background for so long, even she almost forgot about it.

"I don't know whether I want to be just a girl possessing a boy, or a witch enslaving a hero all over again. Going back and forth between the two, a sultry coupling or a bewitching ritual, a lovely evening together or a scheme to make a superhero my own...I truly understand your plight now, dear."

The sympathetic tones in her voice made Jon's head lull and fall against her thigh, lips puckering as if trying to kiss, his nose quickly detecting the obvious scent of the aroused hypnotist.

"But then again, that's the sexy beauty of Vacillate. You vacillate because you don't have a choice. And I vacillate because it doesn't matter what I choose. In the end, Vacillate just reminds you that you're mine."

"But as beautiful as this little defining discussion has gone, I can't vacillate all night. So in the spirit of finally making a decision, I've decided I want a kiss."

Slowly lurching forward, Jon's head reacted to the whim spoken to this muscles. She smiled before his lips reached hers.

"A netherkiss."

His head fell like a lead weight, gaining velocity as it went between her legs and gave Sabrina her first decisive orgasm of the night. And though more were due immediately after, she guessed there would be more vacillation to come with it.