Olivia asks for a favor

Once both of our plates were empty, I flicked by wrist dismissively towards the table, and the plates, silverware, and cups moved to the kitchen on their own, and the sink turned on as the dish brush began to scrub each plate. All of the pots and pans I used to mentally cook breakfast had already been washed. Once the dishes had been cleaned, a rag and cleaning solution began to hover around the kitchen. The cleaning solution sprayed itself on every countertop, including the table, as the rag scrubbed furiously along each surface to completely clean it.

Olivia couldn’t help but gawk at my telekinetic display. She had seen it many times before, but it never ceased to amaze her. My powers are quite incredible.

“I wish I could clean our kitchen like that.” Olivia says, her eyes still on the objects floating around the kitchen. “Hell, I wish I could clean anything like that, or just move anything like that!” Then she sighed, resting her head on her arm, which she had on the back of the chair.

“My room would be so messy if not for my powers. Before I got them, I lived in what some would consider a pigsty!” I replied.

“And now look at you,” Olivia said, turning to face me, “able to clean a whole kitchen with a glance. Is it weird if I say it’s a turn on, thinking about the possibilities of what you could do with your powers?”

I laugh, and respond, “I’ll take that as a compliment, it’s not everyday you meet someone who can do what I do.” I wink at Olivia, and as I do, I mentally graze along her slit. Olivia just about falls out of her chair.

“That is so unfair! You have to at least warn me next time!” She says, breathing a little heavier. “I don’t even have anything to throw at you!”

“You deserved it, you did say you were turned on by my powers, did you not enjoy it at all?” I tease back.

Olivia pauses, not sure how to respond. “I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it, a little warning would be nice next time.” She shrugs her shoulders, laughing.

“Noted.” I say, with a cute smile.

“I did want to ask a favor of you though.”

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could help me out and clean my room up for me?” Olivia says, a little sheepishly.

“What, am I your maid now?” I say, feigning annoyance.

“My magical maid, yes!” Olivia says with a grin.

“I think I can manage that. In fact, I’ve already started!”

“Stop! Not yet.” Olivia exclaims, then cowers a bit, embarrassed by her outburst.

“Not yet why?” I prod.

“I…well, I want to watch.” Olivia says, avoiding eye contact.

“Very well.” I say, faking a sigh, as I lift my body up from the chair and float towards the stairs. I get to the base of the stairs and turn around to see Olivia still seated in her chair, looking at me, biting her lip. I indulge. A point of my finger and, to Olivia’s excitement, her chair lifts up into the air and floats behind me as we float back into her bedroom.