The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
I woke up euphoric, even though I knew she'd be gone in the morning. That's what my hallucinations normally did. They'd fade away at the crack of dawn or in the face of cold reality. My hand reached to the side, patted an empty bed and pillows. The bedding was rumpled, but that didn't mean anything.
I felt sticky, as if I'd had a rough and sweaty night. That was true, whether my experience was real or not. I sat up gingerly, letting the sheet fall where it may. It was then I noticed the lovebites. Several, on my breasts, one on my thigh. Ouch, I remembered that one. My lips curved in a smile as I remembered the way I'd returned it.
It wasn't a hallucination. Joni had been here, and I....
I felt marvelous.
It was like finding an oasis in the desert and finally having a deep first drink. My thirst was partially quenched. My body no longer carried the buzz of total loss. Now there was new blood in me, fresh juice.
I hopped out of bed, happily naked. I wondered if I would see her later, or if we'd have to go through this whole dance again. I hoped not. I hoped...I hoped she would be reachable this time, but I'd deal with it if she weren't. She needed me just as much as I needed her. It had been in her words to me, last night, the way she kissed me so hotly. My lips were still swollen. It was in the way she'd taken me again and again, as I her. I felt like I could have gone on all night, but I was driven to sleep. I couldn't stop myself. I tried to hold my eyes open, but Joni just gathered me to her and whispered me to rest.
For once my dreams had been quiet. I'd been soothed by her heartbeat and the rhythm of her breathing and her smell. Gods, her smell was all over me. I hardly wanted to shower at all.
But, I needed a good wash. I had to go to work didn't I? Better smell fresh then. I wondered briefly why my alarm didn't go off, then remembered I'd not set it. Apparently I'd awakened from Bliss alone. It was a good feeling.
That probably explains why I did it.
I entered the bathroom and turned and looked at myself. I didn't look any different, though I felt it. I smiled at myself, a perky self satisfied grin. Then, not thinking, because it was out of sheer habit, I did it.
"Brigid."
It's hard for me to explain what happened next. The closest I can come to it, is to say, that it was a bit like having a car, turning the key and having it vroom for two seconds, then suddenly die out because the battery tapped out.
My eyes changed color for a few brief seconds. My body seemed to waffle between the newly healthy shape of Bernie to the sleak powerful physique of Brigid. Then everything blurred. My legs suddenly wouldn't hold me up anymore and my hands....I reached to grab something, even as I found myself slidefalling to the floor. I knocked over some makeup, my aerosol deoderant. There was quite a racket. I ended up with one of my hands hooked around the edge of the sink, but way above me, and the other laying limply in my lap.
I realized, as I looked at the hand in my lap, that I wouldn't be taking that shower anytime soon. I might not even be leaving the bathroom. I could blink my eyes. That was good. I could almost lift my hand. As soon as I moved my fingers my other one flipped to my lap too. I found out I could vocalize. "Oh shit, " I said.
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