Keep things light, to start

You held your hands together, almost wanting to take up Tori's offer to just go right to the bedroom, but if you were really going to forget about your girlfriend and take your relationship with Tori to an unprecedented level, you needed to work up to it. At any point, if these activities made you forget that Tori was your best friend, then you knew you would have to dial it back and find that sweet spot with her.

"We have a whole day, right? How about things start slow. A three on your scale. That's not far from where we were with Stella earlier, I'd say. I'll let you interpret that how you want, but that's my suggestion."

Tori tapped her chin, and then nodded with a smile. "I can work with that. Why don't you find us one of those really horrible reality shows so we can talk about how absurd the contestants are, and then I'll be back in a little bit. Leave some room on the couch for me though, because fair warning, there will be cuddling."

You nodded with a smile of your own. You weren't always the voice of reason in your duo, but you had a lot more to consider at the moment than Tori did. Not rushing into anything until you were absolutely sure it was where you wanted to be with her was crucial.

Picking up the remote, you turned on the TV. Searching through the shows on demand, you and Tori had favorited a ton of garbage to watch and ridicule, it was one of your favorite pastimes with her, where you two would watch something and eviscerate the cast the day after in a flurry of text messages. This time, though, you could do it in person, which was even better! You picked one of your favorite recent shows, where the contestants originally thought they were going to an island for some sort of love competition like The Bachelor, but actually they'd signed up for a competitive cooking show where they had to impress the woman of their dreams with the dishes they create. It was bad.

You clicked it on right as you heard footsteps returning. When you looked over, you almost fell off the couch at the sight of Tori! She'd found a floral skirt that went down to her ankles that sat really well against her hips, but on top she'd found one of her swimsuit tops in white, scribbled on some cow-print patterns with a permanent marker, and somehow managed to tie it around herself! The strings really strained to contain everything, the triangular fabric hardly contained anything. It was, however, technically clothing!

Tori sat right down next to you, resting against you. While her shoulder leaned on your side, her right breast practically sat in your lap, demonstrating its considerable weight to you! They felt quite heavy indeed. "Oh, another episode of Eat My Heart Out? It's perfect! I bet Antonio's the next to go, he can't fry an egg to save his life."

"Oh... oh yeah," you said, squirming a little. Your pants were feeling pretty tight, while you were certainly distracted at that point. Of course, Tori could feel your squirming easily, since her chest practically sat on your lap. You could see the faintest twinge of a smirk on her lips--she knew precisely what she was doing, and she was enjoying it. "Tony should, uh... I mean he should've been the first one gone..."

"And nobody knows how to cut an onion without crying! Seriously, just chill them or wear goggles! That competition where they had to chop an onion and then confess their love... and Daryl just couldn't stop sniffling the whole time, just... the producers are evil geniuses." Tori wriggled a little, pressing further against you, one of her arms slipping around your back, so her head could be on your shoulder. She let out a contented sigh. "You know, this is exactly what I needed, I think. Thanks Pete."

You blinked, looking down. "How so?"

Tori shifted again, sitting more upright, but this time she took the bold step of climbing into your lap, putting her chest right under your chin as she looked at you, draping an arm over your shoulder still. "Well... channeling is exhausting without someone I can trust, but also without someone I can have fun with. It really requires a friend or partner willing to accept that I'm just going to behave different from time to time. With Mike, I never got to use it for any fun, like at all. He would treat my channeled selves as strangers, practically, and he'd forget that I was still there, even if it's just a fraction of me."

You put an arm around Tori's waist, holding her close--maybe a little too close, with the side of her chest pressing even further against yours now, despite the angle she sat at. "Sounds like he didn't realize the potential. I mean, in a way, you're kind of customizable, right? I can see how things might occasionally get tricky if you channeled someone uncooperative, but still."

Tori nodded. "Like, right now? I still feel mostly like myself, other than, well." Tori glanced down, and then back up. "He didn't see it like that. But if I willfully channel, I can have something that feels like it approaches a normal day. But also I can't just wander around town like this!" With a smile, Tori swung one leg over yours, straddling you--fully blocking the TV by sheer size of her chest alone, though neither of you were really paying attention as Antonio again screwed up cooking another egg. There wasn't really much place for those things to go, they pressed into your chest, your shoulders, as she leaned closer.

"I just... I know I can trust you with anything, Pete. And even if we don't do anything crazy--again, I'm totally open to whatever when I'm channeling, typically--just being able to be like this and relax with you, to share the good side of this curse with you and you can still treat me as me... it means a lot. If there was a way I could find a stable channel, I hope I could share that resulting form with you and count on you to help me with adjusting--at least as a friend."

You nodded, as your hands reached around to hold onto Tori's mostly bare back. "Hey, I'll always be around for whatever you need, Tori, you'll never have to ask twice." Your fingers teased at the strained fabric of the bikini between her shoulder blades, you could probably pluck the string and it would play a note it had so much tension. ...You also could raise the stakes then and there and undo the knot Tori had tied. If you felt so bold, you could take things to the next level with her at that very moment.