This is a scene from something I wrote up concerning a couple of characters of mine. They’re both ‘gifted’ (aka mutant). Her powers are telepathy, but she hasn’t really used them during the time of her enslavement.
Ephraim rescued Petunia from the life of slavery she had been in for 4 years- as a sex slave. He came upon her by accident and was able to use his powers of time freeze to get her out. Once he brought her back to the safe house/mansion- he made sure she was well and integrated into the house. But she was nervous being alone, sharing a room with others and after 6 days of her new freedom, decided she needed to be near him- and wanted to thank him.
Here’s an excerpt from the story I wrote:
Looking at the bed of the sleeping figure, Petunia bit her lip a little before moving towards it. Just like he’d been in that chair when she awoke in the recovery room- Ephraim looked calm and serene and just watching him sleep brought that same calm to her. Finding herself glad that his bed was not small, she pulled back the covers carefully and shifted under them then slid carefully up against him, pulling the covers over them both again as she slipped one hand over his torso, snuggling into him. She’d be perfectly content to stay there exactly like that the rest of the night, feeling comfort for the first time since she left the recovery room.
But Ephraim did not remain asleep as he felt the sudden change in his sleep, feeling somehow he wasn’t alone. The touch along his abdomen awoke him slowly from his sleep and at first he thought he’d had some strange dream that had roused him. But then after a moment, he realized he wasn’t alone in his bed. With a shock of surprise, Ephraim sat up and moved away from the figure he couldn’t see in the darkness of his room- there only being a slight light from the window, but not enough. He reached over and turned on the side lamp, blinking a little at the sudden brightness, his eyes finally adjusted and he was surprised by who he found looking up at him in his bed.
“Petunia?” he asked, confused as to why she was there. “Is something wrong?” he asked with true concern, not even thinking she might have another reason for being there in his room or in his bed.
With a soft shake of her head, Petunia said nothing as she suddenly moved towards Ephraim, her hands quickly going to his face and latched her mouth onto his. It took Ephraim a few moments to recover from the sudden ‘attack’ before he leaned back, pushing Petunia away some in his surprise.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his dark chocolate eyes wide in some alarm.
But Petunia didn’t answer him, noticing he wasn’t fending her off with a strong grip and instead, just leaped on him again, her mouth working eagerly at his, having never felt this way before about wanting a man so badly.
Don’t think… don’t speak… please…. Petunia spoke to his mind, her mouth still working on his, feeling his body shift slightly, but still he didn’t pull away or shove her away from him which encouraged her further. I just want to thank you… to be with you….