“I’m good.” He drags out the syllables of “good” too long.
“Uh, yes. I can clearly see that you’re feeling very good,” I say, focusing on his face. Which is the only appropriate place to look right now.
He moans again and pulls me on top of him.
“Oof.” I stumble up onto my hands but I’m still pressed fully across him.
“So nice. So smelly good.” He nuzzles his nose into my hair.
“So just to be clear, you are in no physical pain?” I grunt as I try to roll off him, but he won’t give even an inch.
He hefts me up higher and grinds his erection into me. “Just the good kind.”
“Oh Lord.” I manage to awkwardly roll off him.
He sits up, his legs still sprawled out in front and a goofy punch-drunk grin on his face.
“Well, this is an unexpected development,” I say mostly to myself. He’s not listening. He’s too busy watching my breasts under my shirt.
Meanwhile, he is still gently pawing at me. I’m happy he’s fine. I haven’t felt fear like I did when he crumbled to the ground before me, but boy am I confused.
“Did it hurt?” I ask.
“When you fell from heaven?” he mumbles and then chuckles to himself.
“No. What is wrong with you? Did it hurt when I blasted you.”
He shakes his head and then has to steady himself. “No. It felt good.” Again, he drags out the word and I can’t but help laugh at his drunken state. I’m facing a bit of a post-adrenaline crash myself. This day has been nothing but ups and downs and the ridiculousness of it all hits me all at once.
I laugh maniacally. Apparently, I have super horny powers. Sure. I must have done this to him, but I have no idea how. I was so mad, full of rage like I’d never felt. But then distantly I was aware of Nathaniel. He touched me and I knew I was about to go off and so I just … made it not hurt? I could just do that?
I try another experiment. Maybe it’s wrong, but this is an emergency. I lift my finger to his nose and very gently, like we’ve been practicing, I zap him.
He frowns, eyes crossing to look at his nose. Then he sneezes loudly. Then sneezes again before he rubs rapidly at his nose with his palm.
“Was that necessary?” he asks with far more lucidity.
“Yes. You were acting a fool.”
He sits forward and dusts his hands off on his jeans. “That was weird. Good,” he quickly adds, “but really weird.”
“I’m just glad you aren’t in pain.”
He examines himself and then notices his current state of arousal. He lifts his hips a little off the ground to tug at his pants. “Erhm, yeah really good, I guess.”
“I think I might have done that to you somehow? I was angry and then all of it changed into fear of hurting you in the last second. I’m not really sure what happened.”
“So,” he says, mouth twisting to the side.
He smiles at me and I can’t help but grin back. “What?”
“Does this mean I’m immune to your powers?”
I lift a finger to gently zap him on the knee.
“Nope,” I say happily.
He smiles even as he rubs the area. “Even better then.”
