Room 125, Early Monday Morning
Callisto awoke to the unmistakable sensation of someone pinching her ass. Keeping her eyes firmly closed she batted at the offending hand. Undeterred, fingers began tracing their way up her thigh in slow, lazy patterns that switched to tickling when they reached the curve of her hip, causing her to giggle and squirm.
The soft mouth nuzzling and nibbling along her throat provided a counterpoint to the warm (warm?) calloused hands ghosting over her breasts and belly. Callisto arched her neck as teeth nipped sharply at that one spot, right behind her ear. "Morning Angel," she murmured sleepily, as she threw an arm across a surprisingly soft chest. "Two weeks and you've already let yourself go."
A warm, throaty chuckle that somehow managed to chill her down to her bones echoed in her ears. "Guess again."
Callisto's eyes flew open to meet a cool blue gaze.
"Morning lover," Xena smirked. Callisto scrambled backwards-
-landing heavily on the floor in a tangle of limbs and sheets. She winced and rubbed her elbow as she stood back up, staring wide-eyed at the empty bed. "It was just a dream. Only a dream."
At least that's what she kept telling herself as she retreated to the shower. By the time she emerged, skin red from too hot water and too harsh scrubbing, she'd almost managed to convince herself too.
Which is what made the Xena leaning against her bathroom sink, arms crossed, still smirking, all the more unsettling. "But was it a nice dream? That's what I want to know."
"You're not real," Callisto said as she wrapped a towel around herself and did her best to ignore 'Xena'. "I'm still dreaming."
"Oh, I'm real," Xena said, pouting as Callisto covered herself up. She pushed off the sink and stalked towards her. "Of course, if you want proof, I could always pinch you again."
"I can do that myself." Callisto backed away from Xena and pinched the inside of her arm. Xena continued getting closer. "Gremlins, must have been have been bitten by one of the blasted things."
"I'll help you look for bites then," Xena offered with a grin. "You'd have to lose the towel though."
Callisto felt her back connect with the wall. "You keep away from me."
"What's wrong?" Xena asked, placing a hand on the wall on either side of Callisto and leaning in towards her. "I thought I wasn't real. In that case, it's not like I could hurt ya."
"Right."
Callisto lunged forwards, aiming a punch at Xena's midsection. Before it could connect, she found herself slammed back against the wall with a hand wrapped around her throat.
"Oops," Xena chuckled as she watched Callisto clawing at her hand. "Guess I'm real after all."
She slammed a fist into Callisto's solar plexus before releasing her grip on her throat. "Don't try that again," she whispered as Callisto gasped and tried to regain her breath. "You'll lose. You will always loose against me."
Callisto growled, and went to tackle Xena, only to receive a kick in the exact same spot as the punch.
Curled up on the floor, clutching her belly, she spat out "Why don't you just kill me then? Like you killed my family."
"Now why would I want to do that?" Xena asked, crouching down beside Callisto and brushing her hair out of her face in an absurdly tender gesture. "After all, you have far more use to me alive. And besides, I didn't kill your family."
"Liar!" Callisto snarled and snapped at Xena's fingers. Her ears rang as Xena casually backhanded her in return.
"Hush," Xena said and stroked the cheek she'd just hit. "As I was saying, I didn't kill your family. You did. You just don't remember it yet. But you will."
She stood and strode out of the bathroom. "I'd get dressed if I were you. We have a busy day ahead of us."
Callisto slowly rose to her feet and staggered out into her room. Even though she hadn't heard any doors open or close, Xena was nowhere to be found. Looking down at her belly where she expected a bruise to already be forming, Callisto saw only smooth, unmarked skin. "What the frell just happened?"
[ooc: Okay, here's the deal for anyone interacting with Cal today. Xena will be following my girl around all day, but Callisto is the only one who can see, hear, touch, sense her in any way, shape or form, so she'll look like she's gone bonkers and is talking to thin-air.
Also anything written in italics is only happening in Cal's head, although if I do that when talking to you, I'll try to also say what she's actually doing as well.]
The soft mouth nuzzling and nibbling along her throat provided a counterpoint to the warm (warm?) calloused hands ghosting over her breasts and belly. Callisto arched her neck as teeth nipped sharply at that one spot, right behind her ear. "Morning Angel," she murmured sleepily, as she threw an arm across a surprisingly soft chest. "Two weeks and you've already let yourself go."
A warm, throaty chuckle that somehow managed to chill her down to her bones echoed in her ears. "Guess again."
Callisto's eyes flew open to meet a cool blue gaze.
"Morning lover," Xena smirked. Callisto scrambled backwards-
-landing heavily on the floor in a tangle of limbs and sheets. She winced and rubbed her elbow as she stood back up, staring wide-eyed at the empty bed. "It was just a dream. Only a dream."
At least that's what she kept telling herself as she retreated to the shower. By the time she emerged, skin red from too hot water and too harsh scrubbing, she'd almost managed to convince herself too.
Which is what made the Xena leaning against her bathroom sink, arms crossed, still smirking, all the more unsettling. "But was it a nice dream? That's what I want to know."
"You're not real," Callisto said as she wrapped a towel around herself and did her best to ignore 'Xena'. "I'm still dreaming."
"Oh, I'm real," Xena said, pouting as Callisto covered herself up. She pushed off the sink and stalked towards her. "Of course, if you want proof, I could always pinch you again."
"I can do that myself." Callisto backed away from Xena and pinched the inside of her arm. Xena continued getting closer. "Gremlins, must have been have been bitten by one of the blasted things."
"I'll help you look for bites then," Xena offered with a grin. "You'd have to lose the towel though."
Callisto felt her back connect with the wall. "You keep away from me."
"What's wrong?" Xena asked, placing a hand on the wall on either side of Callisto and leaning in towards her. "I thought I wasn't real. In that case, it's not like I could hurt ya."
"Right."
Callisto lunged forwards, aiming a punch at Xena's midsection. Before it could connect, she found herself slammed back against the wall with a hand wrapped around her throat.
"Oops," Xena chuckled as she watched Callisto clawing at her hand. "Guess I'm real after all."
She slammed a fist into Callisto's solar plexus before releasing her grip on her throat. "Don't try that again," she whispered as Callisto gasped and tried to regain her breath. "You'll lose. You will always loose against me."
Callisto growled, and went to tackle Xena, only to receive a kick in the exact same spot as the punch.
Curled up on the floor, clutching her belly, she spat out "Why don't you just kill me then? Like you killed my family."
"Now why would I want to do that?" Xena asked, crouching down beside Callisto and brushing her hair out of her face in an absurdly tender gesture. "After all, you have far more use to me alive. And besides, I didn't kill your family."
"Liar!" Callisto snarled and snapped at Xena's fingers. Her ears rang as Xena casually backhanded her in return.
"Hush," Xena said and stroked the cheek she'd just hit. "As I was saying, I didn't kill your family. You did. You just don't remember it yet. But you will."
She stood and strode out of the bathroom. "I'd get dressed if I were you. We have a busy day ahead of us."
Callisto slowly rose to her feet and staggered out into her room. Even though she hadn't heard any doors open or close, Xena was nowhere to be found. Looking down at her belly where she expected a bruise to already be forming, Callisto saw only smooth, unmarked skin. "What the frell just happened?"
[ooc: Okay, here's the deal for anyone interacting with Cal today. Xena will be following my girl around all day, but Callisto is the only one who can see, hear, touch, sense her in any way, shape or form, so she'll look like she's gone bonkers and is talking to thin-air.
Also anything written in italics is only happening in Cal's head, although if I do that when talking to you, I'll try to also say what she's actually doing as well.]