Desire
Desire
It had gone better then she had expected, actually. Not that she ever thought that anything like that would ever happen. He'd kissed her on impulse because she'd managed to thoroughly freak him out by telling him that she loved him.
She probably should have stopped, she knew. Knew that no good was going to come out of it. But oddly, she was feeling alright. There was no sadness or depression since he'd gone.
Maybe it was because she kept thinking about it. And to be honest, it wasn't just with him she was thinking about it.
In her head it was this jumble of pictures of what she thought it might have looked like if she could have seen it. The scent of Natalie, the feeling of Owen's fingers. All of it was a rush when she thought about it.
Sometimes they were together, all three of them because she couldn't tell where one began and one ended. It was dangerous perhaps, lusting this much over things that were probably just a one time deal.
Things were insane, and she was someplace she didn't know. She was blind for god's sake, and for god knew how long. But it usually came back to them, the sound of Nat panting in her ear. Every time she heard it, a shiver ran down her spine.
Soft tongues and warm fingers caressing every inch of her, and she gave into the desire every time she had this silly fantasy.
And sometimes, just sometimes it was Mary there with them. Mary who had taught her just how good something like that could be. Orgasms so earthshattering, she felt it for hours afterwards.
All of this desire was getting to her head, and she knew she needed to stop it. Or control it, or else god knows what she would do.
She was Tosh, she wasn't supposed to act this way. Right?
It had gone better then she had expected, actually. Not that she ever thought that anything like that would ever happen. He'd kissed her on impulse because she'd managed to thoroughly freak him out by telling him that she loved him.
She probably should have stopped, she knew. Knew that no good was going to come out of it. But oddly, she was feeling alright. There was no sadness or depression since he'd gone.
Maybe it was because she kept thinking about it. And to be honest, it wasn't just with him she was thinking about it.
In her head it was this jumble of pictures of what she thought it might have looked like if she could have seen it. The scent of Natalie, the feeling of Owen's fingers. All of it was a rush when she thought about it.
Sometimes they were together, all three of them because she couldn't tell where one began and one ended. It was dangerous perhaps, lusting this much over things that were probably just a one time deal.
Things were insane, and she was someplace she didn't know. She was blind for god's sake, and for god knew how long. But it usually came back to them, the sound of Nat panting in her ear. Every time she heard it, a shiver ran down her spine.
Soft tongues and warm fingers caressing every inch of her, and she gave into the desire every time she had this silly fantasy.
And sometimes, just sometimes it was Mary there with them. Mary who had taught her just how good something like that could be. Orgasms so earthshattering, she felt it for hours afterwards.
All of this desire was getting to her head, and she knew she needed to stop it. Or control it, or else god knows what she would do.
She was Tosh, she wasn't supposed to act this way. Right?