Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness His next comment sealed it for her that he absolutely knew what she had done the previous night, whether by the way she moved or some divine inspiration telling him, he knew for a fact of what had transpired in the privacy of her bedroom. And now she knew that there was no further point in attempting to lie or even deny what had happened, because both of them knew it and he seemed Smug. He knew that he had been the cause of it, after all he was the one that was talking about urges and had spent his night dreaming about sex. He knew that he had caused her mind to walk a path that had long since been dusty. He knew that he had taken possession of her at least in one manner of the word, her mind unable to stop thinking about him and the way that his body had moved. Even covered in nonsensical tattoos, he had a delightful physique that was still covered in muscles despite his poor diet and the confinement to an area where he wasnt permitted to have proper workout equipment. The proper diet would have to change, whether he agreed to it or not, she decided. It wouldnt be so hard for her to get back into Arkham though she wasnt supposed to be on the property after nightfall for security reasons. The only staff allowed during those times were the orderlies that cared for them at night and the security guards that prowled the hallways looking to play cop should the situation arise. She had gotten him talking even more by opening the door to sexual discussion, though she couldnt say that she was happy about it. His eyes were concentrated on a blue thread that hung off his shirt for the most part, working on it as he weaved his words through her mind. And oh, the things that he was talking about made her feel even more so uncomfortable. Harley wasnt uncomfortable with discussing sex - it came up often when talking with her patients - but to talk about it with him was a completely different experience. His words dangled from his lips and hung heavy in the air for her, and she was suddenly hyper aware of everything. The soft ache between her legs was becoming steadily more uncomfortable as he painted a portrait in her mind of all the delightful and horrifying fun that they could have together. Her eyes maintained eye contact with him even though it was a fight to do so and she was suddenly very aware that her breathing had become more rapid, the pictures in her mind of how his hands would feel as he grasped her, touched her, teased her into a slow but all-consuming orgasm. He was right - there was so much pleasure in being dirty - and her mind was absolutely filthy with all of the dirty things they could do together. She knew that it wouldnt be unusual for a doctor to lock the doors when having an interview with their patient - Doctor Crane did it all the time - but she had never requested such privacy before in her career. You have a dirty mind, Mister J. Her voice was heavy, her eyes still on him but she dared not move just yet because she couldnt trust her own body to keep her hands to herself. She uncrossed her arms and made herself set her hands on the table, leaning forward towards him, I think that these thoughts crossing your mind are happening for a reason, She said, her voice low as if she were telling him a delicious secret, I dont think that youre bringing these thoughts and urges up by chance Am I right, Mister J? She couldnt fight herself but so much, finding herself leaning even further on the table so that she was almost close enough she could have kissed him. Her eyes were on his still, gaze steady as she whispered, Im not stupid either, yknow. I know why you want to lead the conversation to talking about urges . She smirked just a bit, Do you want to talk about that ... Mistah J?