You let Madison come down gently after that, careful not to interrupt her too much. She shivers every time you move, the slight movements of your fingers inside her still sending little aftershocks through her. You try not to move that hand too much, knowing how sensitive she still is, and instead just rub your other hand over her stomach comfortingly. Just... letting her know you're still here. Her breaths are still shuddering, but they're not great heaving gulps now. She probably won't pass out if she keeps recovering like this. Still, you don't move, just keep lightly stroking her stomach. You're not the one setting the pace here.
It takes about ten minutes before you feel confident that you can take your fingers out of her. She lets out a soft sigh, but you just press your other hand against her stomach and she quiets again. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused as she stares at the wall of your bedroom.
Soft shivers begin to wrack her frame soon after. It doesn't feel that cold to you, but then, Madison was the one who was moving around and coming intensely. You imagine that burned a lot of energy. When you pushed yourself too far running on Wednesday morning, you'd felt colder than normal— it's part of why you'd luxuriated in your shower so much. If Madison had burned even more energy than that— and you had strung her along for quite some time— then you imagine she really could be feeling pretty cold.
It doesn't feel right to just wrap her up in your blankets or throw her in the shower and call it a day, though.
Instead, you slowly sit up, keeping your hand on Madison's stomach in an attempt to be reassuring as you draw her up. It feels wrong to take her out of your bed so quickly after claiming her in it, but it feels a lot worse to imagine leaving her alone right now, even temporarily. So you tenderly draw her up into a sitting position, then slowly draw her over to the side of the bed, where she absently follows you as you stand. For the first time in about half an hour, you take her hand in yours and let go of her stomach with your other hand.
She sways alarmingly when she makes it to her feet, as though she's not quite sure where her body is at. Instinctively, you lean in and let go of her hand to wrap your arm around her shoulders. She leans in, murmuring incoherently as she wraps her arms around your own waist and holds herself against you. It makes things a bit awkward as you walk over to your dresser and take out the largest jacket you own, but you don't mind— if this is what she needs, then this is what she needs.
At least she doesn't seem to mind you putting the jacket on her, despite you needing to lift her arms away from your waist to do so. You keep one hand on her hip to steady her and gently tug the jacket over first one arm, then the other. It covers a surprising amount of her body— you really are taller than she is. A silly smile spreads over her face as you zip the jacket up, and she steps unsteadily closer to you again. You just pull her into a hug, then settle your arm around her shoulders again as you carefully walk her out to the kitchen.
There, you sit her down at the table in the chair facing the little kitchen before you move over to get her a drink of water. She takes it with still-trembling hands when you get it, and you have to hastily take it back and drink some yourself so that she can hold it without spilling it. She greedily gulps it down, then lowers the glass to the table, panting again. Hydration is very important, you conclude.
You give her a few minutes to recover some more, just sitting beside her and letting her clutch your hands with her own, before you stand and encourage her to her feet again. She's steadier, this time, not swaying quite so badly. She still leans into you for support, though, and you're happy to oblige as you move her back towards your room.
"Do you want to take a bath now?" you ask her softly. She shakes her head in response and clings tighter to you. "I can jump in with you," you offer, but she still shakes her head, not saying anything. Well, it's not like you've never been tempted to just fall asleep post-orgasm. You usually end up feeling really gross the next day, but— if it's what she wants.
You just lead her gently back to your room, where you're quite happy to unzip the jacket back off her. She gives you a wobbly smile as you walk her back to your bed, nude, and then gently tugs at your shirt. You give her a nod and an encouraging smile before you quickly take your own— well, Madison's— shirt off, following it with your pants and panties, and climb in the bed behind her, tugging the covers over the two of you as you go.
The two of you are asleep in minutes.
The first thing you see when you wake up is Madison's cute face, pressed up close to your own. You don't have a very large bed, only a double, so she was forced to snuggle up close to you during her sleep last night. Her legs are wrapped around your own, and her breasts are smooshed up against your flat chest. Her breath washes across your neck every time you exhale.
It's probably the best sight you've ever woken up to.
You're careful not to move. You don't want to disturb her. Instead, you just gently cuddle up to her, encouraging her sleeping body to lie against your own so you can lie comfortably down on the bed again and just... think about your plans for tomorrow.
Not today, because you know exactly what you're going to be spending today doing: cuddling up with Madison and watching movies until she's forced to go home, then doing that Chemistry work you'd promised Sophia you'd do.
You're not really sure how your relationship with Madison is going to progress now. She's opened herself up to you completely, and you— well, you don't think you did anything to hurt her in the aftermath, at least. You'll have to watch how that progresses, but you're pretty sure that at the least, she's— she's yours now. You'll have to find some way to make that clear to her, to everyone. Maybe you can buy her a choker, or a collar. Something solid, physical, that won't heal over time like a bruise on her neck will.
Madison isn't your only priority, though— just your top one, right at this moment. You do have other girls at school, after all. Your arrangement with Sophia is still going on, and now you might be able to call Victoria over on weekdays, too. And you have your job, and your work at the clinic, and Amy, and you have to find more out about this situation with Rune, and deal with Emma, and wow. Your time is really getting booked out. Nothing you can do about it yet, but— soon, maybe. At least you'll be able to give Madison your number when she wakes up. Being able to reach her constantly will do something for you.
For now, though, you just lay there enjoying the feeling of cuddling Madison nude while you plan the next couple of days out.
[Pick three of the following options.]
[] Head back to the clinic. You might have a job now, but you agreed to help the clinic out where you can. You should make time for them, when you can. Plus, Amy works there sometimes, and she's cute. You should get her number.
— Success chance: 60%.
— General results: Taylor will go to work at the clinic one afternoon, fulfilling that obligation for the week.
— On a success: Amy will be working on the day Taylor is. Taylor will be able to get her number, and Amy will have to deal with the embarassment of giving a fifteen-year-old her number so soon after that same fifteen-year-old was teasing her about wanting to date her.
— On a failure: Amy will sadly be working elsewhere for the day. Taylor will not get any Amy time.
[] You should spend some time around Winslow trying to investigate things. Try and find out how it's possible to get into contact with Rune, and whether there's any way for you to manipulate her prior to going and seeing her. And wasn't there another cape mentioned to be hanging around Winslow? Shadow Stalker?
— Success chance: 70%, 20%.
— General results: Taylor will spend some time trying her best to sneak around Winslow listening in on the gang members around. If nothing else, it's good practice for her eavesdropping skills, which sorely need the work.
— On a success: At 70%, Taylor will learn more about Rune's presence at Winslow, and discover the restaurant at which Rune might be found, allowing Taylor to potentially initiate recruitment of Rune afterwards. At 20%, Taylor will catch a glimpse of Shadow Stalker, opening up a path somewhat early in which Taylor learns of Sophia's status as a cape.
— On a failure: As it turns out, when your sneaking skills are this low, it's hard to gather information. Obviously Taylor needs to spend some time grinding her skills out.
[] You've had some time to reflect. Now it's time to, eugh, take a step forward and try and work things out with Emma. You're not— you're definitely not ready for sex with her yet. But maybe, just maybe, you can bring yourself to stop instinctively flinching when you think of her.
— Success chance: 50% (+10% recruitment chance from recruiting Madison, +20% chance from previous interactions with Emma) 80%
— General results: Taylor will attempt to talk to Emma and try to patch things up with her a little.
— On a success: Taylor will manage to find a quiet spot in which she can talk with Emma for part of her lunch break. It's... a step forward, even if it's not healed just yet.
— On a failure: Taylor just can't find a safe spot in which she can talk with Emma. The talk fails because of that.
[] You know you have powers; that's kind of obvious. You know that you can affect someone's emotions, and that you can feel what they're feeling. But you haven't really experimented with it beyond just testing what you can do. Can you affect other emotions? What's the range on your power? And, most importantly of all— is there any way that you can use your power to fake another power, so that when you're questioned over your powers, you can pretend you're not able to mind-control people?
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor will spend some time at school experimenting with her powers. She won't affect anyone greatly, but will attempt to figure out the limits. Note that this will not necessarily reveal all aspects of Taylor's power immediately, but will give you a firmer idea of what she can do. Will probably result in a boring infodumpy section, though.
[] You have Victoria's number now, but you're not quite sure of the status of your relationship with her. It's probably worth spending some time texting her over the next couple of days, just getting to know her as a person. What does she study at school? What's her favourite sport? What's her family like? Just things like that.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor will spend some time texting Victoria over the next few days, exchanging remarkably few flirty texts as she takes the chance to ask Victoria some personal questions. Taylor will get to know Victoria a little better. Also gets Taylor curious about Laserdream, opening up a path down which Taylor will research Laserdream, then begin recruitment of her.
Spoiler: Stat Gains/Losses
Stat gains:
Madison Clements:
+3 Affection
Victoria Dallon:
+1 Affection
Sophia Hess:
+2 Affection
2.1
> Success chance: 60%.
> Necessary roll: 40. Rolled: 60. Success.
> Success chance: 80%.
> Necessary roll: 20. Rolled: 16. Failure.
Sunday goes by very peacefully. Neither you nor Madison feel like doing much after last night; it's hard for you to even work up the energy to head down to the kitchen and make a simple breakfast for the two of you, just scrambled eggs on toast and a glass of milk. You can't even be bothered to put any pepper on your eggs. Okay, you can be bothered. Eggs without pepper are weird.
The two of you end up just lazing around your house for most of the day, cuddling on the couch and watching movies you've already seen three times, or just curling up towards each other and giggling about nothing in particular. Occasionally, the two of you share a long, lazy kiss, but it doesn't go further than that. There's an unspoken agreement between the two of you— today is for recovery and coming down. Madison is still not quite steady on her feet again.
Unfortunately, all good things do have to come to an end. You get in as much cuddling time as you can, even causing Madison to shriek when you ambush her with another hug as she's leaving the house, but when Rick is standing right there waiting for her to get in the car, it feels pretty uncomfortable to try and hold on to her for too long.
You end up seeing her off with a big wave, then letting out a big sigh. There's always next time, you suppose. Still, it's disappointing that you can't have more time with her. A full day just... isn't enough. At least you have one of her shirts now, and she has one of yours.
Those kind of thoughts swim through your head as you trudge back to your bedroom. You recognize these kind of thoughts— it's your possessiveness swimming up again. It's not the kind of thing you should be indulging in, you do know that. They're just— natural thoughts, you think. Wouldn't anyone want more time with their Madison if they had one?
It's not worth thinking about. You shake your head, trying to clear it of those kind of thoughts. It'd be good to have Madison with you all the time, but she's not some kind of... pocket hug-and-sex doll. She has her own family to go back to, and her own hobbies to attend to, and probably even her own homework to struggle through.
But as much as you shake your head, the thoughts don't disappear. You harrumph, alone in the house where nobody can see it, and head over to your desk.
Madison might have her own homework to struggle through, but you definitely do have an assessment you need to finish up. And while Madison won't give you a disappointed look if you don't finish it, Sophia probably will, and that would be just as depressing.
Besides, you conclude as you sit down at your desk and pull your Chemistry textbook over to you, at least this might give you something to distract yourself with.
Dad ends up getting home close to eight that night. Still some time before you head to bed, but later than you'd expected him to get back. You go out and get yourself a drink so that you can at least nod 'hello' at him, but that's all either of the two of you say before you slink back to your room and finish up the assessment.
Your pillow still smells of Madison when you climb in bed. It's faint, but it's there.
It's a good note to fall asleep on.
School the next day wouldn't be too bad, except that you have to wake up early— again— to go to your job. It's going to take you some time to get used to that, you realize glumly. You might have to actually start heading to bed earlier on Sundays and Thursdays so you can get an extra hour's sleep, or something.
