Anybody who knew Pasha Chekov knew that she only slept one way. Her head buried in a mound of pillows and resting on her stomach with her legs tangled around the sheets, it never looked quite comfortable but it was the only way the young woman could sleep properly. So it was easy to imagine her displeasure at waking up, propped against the head
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"Oh, uh well--" This was as far as she got into explaining that she was alright before a sudden and unexpected flash of heat broke through her body and she tensed, arching forward. Pasha gave a small moan, shuddering and panting lightly before relaxing once again, her eyes wide and confused. "What the fuck!" She muttered, glancing at Lyon before both blushing and flushing a mighty shade of pink.
"F-Fine, just fine." She suddenly became very interested in the patch of wall directly in front of her. How mortifying. What the heck had that been? Pasha wondered, trying to figure out how that had even been humanly possible.
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"Do you just, ah..." Unless he was very much mistaken Pasha had just orgasmed right before his eyes. It hadn't been the first time, and it had definitely been fun to watch, but since he hadn't so much as laid a finger on her - either physically or mentally - he was baffled as to how it'd happened.
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"That doesn't normally happen!" She felt the need to blurt out. Pasha then felt the need to bang her head off a wall or at least facepalm, which was easier said then done given her current position, in total humiliation. Great. Now even her brain was working against her to make her look stupid. "And that sounded so much more intelligent in my brain."
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