Stay up late, and oversleep

After a very exciting night, Nick woke up feeling rested and refreshed. He had his arms around Mary, holding her close, and that’s when he realized that the three of them had fallen asleep together in the same bed- him, Mary, and Holly.

That thought brought a smile to his lips. The three of them just enjoying their time together without any barriers between them… it just felt so right.

But as much as he wanted to stay, and bask in the warmth of cuddling with his wife, a new round was starting, and he had to get up. So even though it hurt to try and crawl out from between two of the most important women in his life, he managed to do it.

The tiny little whine Mary let out when he pulled away from her, and the way her arms reached out after him, that hurt a lot.

Nick went to the bathroom to take an early morning shower and changed clothes into something less torn and shredded. He wondered if this was what Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin felt like when her clothes got ripped off. But he dismissed those thoughts readily and walked back into the living room, where he was greeted with the smell of bacon sizzling in the kitchen.

He started to drool. The bed was empty- the girls must have woken up while he was in the shower.

Nick headed for the kitchen to wish them a good morning when he was stopped by a knock on the door. That was surprising. Who would be coming here this early in the morning? He wondered. Certainly not Dakota. She wouldn’t bother knocking, she would just let herself in without a second thought. So it must have been one of the contestants.

Had Vivian come to give him an early-morning greeting again, the way she seemed to do in the past? He might as well go see. But when he opened the door, the entry hall was completely empty. Whoever had knocked on the door, they weren’t here now.

Nick stepped out into the hall and look around, but still couldn’t see anything. He shrugged and headed back inside. The hair on the back of his neck was sticking up, and he had the strange sensation that something was wrong. But he **** himself to dismiss the unnecessary paranoia. What, was he going crazy or something? Everything was fine.

Then he felt hot breath on the back of his neck, and immediately knew that everything was not fine! Nick froze in place, too startled to even turn around. Maybe if it wasn’t so early in the morning he’d be thinking a little clearer, but he knew that there was definitely something not right with whatever he was feeling at the moment.

The fingers crawling up his chest from behind were another indication, and he felt like a fly having been tangled up in a spider’s web.

That analogy made him realize that maybe there was more to this than he had thought at first.

Grimacing, Nick swallowed his (admittedly unfounded) fears and turned to see the culprit behind this little plot.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s beady blue eyes beamed back at him, and her lips curled up into a smirk.

“You-!” Nick gasped, but he couldn’t really be surprised. Frankly, he should have seen this coming. Of course Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin would be able to evade him and sneak into the Master’s Suite when he wasn’t looking, and she would absolutely choose to surprise him from behind like this.

She looked completely different, and that made Nick struggle to find the proper words to respond. Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was dressed in bright pink, wearing a slinky top, with cut-off jeans that looked a lot more casual than her usual appearance. She tapped her fingers along the handle of her umbrella and batted her eyelashes, giving him a look that made him feel like a fool for not immediately assuming that she was the responsible party for sneaking up on him.

He was just surprised that she would come to him so directly. After all, the last time they were alone together, she’d done just the opposite, and started their day with a game of tag where she tried to keep away from him.

But then, that was the start of the day. When the day ended… yeah, maybe this isn’t as hard to believe as I thought.

The assassin’s sparkling gaze hardened with determination, and she pounced. Nick only had a moment to think before she knocked him to the ground and hopped astride him, looking ready to continue from where they’d left things off on their last night before.

Nick swallowed. After Mary had pulled them apart, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin as proceeded to have sex with him several more times after dinner. And she’d clearly enjoyed herself immensely.

And now here she was, seeking a repeat performance practically the second she had the opportunity to do so.

If not for Rose purchasing a date in Dream Alley for their day together, maybe she would have gone to him then, too. But as enjoyable as the prospect of having sex with Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin might have been, Nick wasn’t about to let her control him that easily. He had other people that he needed to spend time with today, and he couldn’t let the silent killer dominate his time.

She would have to learn to share him with other women if they were going to have any semblance of a relationship.

Nick grabbed Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s hands before they could reach the collar of his shirt, and she looked down at him with an expression that was a mixture of confusion, frustration, and alarm.

“Stop that,” he said as forcefully as he could, causing a shadow to spread across her face as she pouted at him. She tilted her head to the side and puffed up her cheeks. It looked adorable, like a little puppy begging for a treat, but Nick refused to be swayed.

“We can’t do this right now,” he said, putting even more weight behind his words. He tried to sit up, but she was heavier than her slender frame would imply. “I’m serious! I need to eat breakfast, we can talk- err, we can work this out later, alright?”

She still looked irritated. But she obviously didn’t want to go against his wishes directly, either, so with a silent sigh she relented, and let him up, rising to her feet.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin placed her hands on her hips and looked at him pointedly, as if he should be grateful that she was letting him go so easily.

That was a rather chilling thought to have, he couldn’t deny that.

Nick shook his head and tried to soften his expression. “Thank you,” he said. “Would you like to join me for breakfast, at least?”

She blinked, surprised.

“You look nice, by the way,” he added, indicating her change of clothes. “You’re clearly making the most out of your new wardrobe!”

She beamed up at him with starry eyes and nodded cheerfully. Clearly she felt the same way.

“Nick, is that you?” Mary could only hear one voice coming from the living room so she had no idea that Nick was actually talking to someone else. She stepped out of the kitchen and froze when she saw the intruder.

It was actually pretty impressive how fast Mary was able to restrain her look of shock and frustration, easily shifting into an expression of welcoming.

“Oh, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, good morning,” she greeted the other woman with a polite wave. “Have you come to join us?”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin blinked. Her ears twitched, and she turned and looked pointedly at Nick.

Nick shrugged and looked back at Mary.

“I think she’s here because she wanted to spend time with me,” he informed his wife, choosing not to tell her yet about the sudden mounting that she’d almost walked in on. “I hope you made enough for a fourth?”

“She can have my share, I don’t mind!” Holly chimed in from the kitchen.

Mary rolled her eyes. “With how many people have been dropping in on us recently, yes, I’ve been making more food in the mornings,” she assured him.

She looked warily at the other girl. “But… I don’t have any ice cream, I’m afraid. Will that be a problem?” She narrowed her eyes. “It isn’t healthy to eat dessert for breakfast, after all.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin made a sulky face and crossed her arms over her chest. But she would rather have breakfast with Nick than not, so she nodded.

“Good!” Mary chirped. “I hope you like it then! It’s just your standard bacon, eggs, and hash browns, but I made them a little special today. The eggs have just a bit of spice in them, if that’s okay?”

Nick was surprised to hear Mary branching out like that. Then again, last night had been a new kind of spicy as well.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin had an ambivalent reaction to Mary’s food, though as it was set down in front of her. She looked blankly over at the redhead, who gave her a cautious expression in return, for a moment.

But Mary quickly turned serious.

“Remember, if you don’t have anything nice to say about a housewife’s cooking, then don’t say anything at all,” she chided the assassin.

Nick’s jaw dropped, and Holly snickered from across the table. (Yes, she’d actually been allowed to dine with the people for once!)

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin descended into a fit of silent giggles at Mary’s weird comment, an odd performance that looked as though she were having a noiseless seizure of some kind. Nick decided not to raise any issues with what had just happened, if she wasn’t bothered by it.

Hopefully the rest of breakfast would pass without incident. It was just a matter of concern over how the rest of the day would go, given Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s unpredictable nature.

“And it is also important to keep in mind that my position is an instructor at a finishing school.” Amelia pushed her glasses up her nose as she looked sternly own at Morgana, who was kneeling with her head hung. “The student body is made up of women. There would be no feasible reason that I would be conducting such lessons with a man in the first place, much less my own stepson.”

“It’s a fantasy,” Morgana mumbled under her breath. “It’s not supposed to be realistic…”

“That is not the issue here,” Amelia replied sharply. She cocked her hip to the side and unbuttoned the top button on her shirt, leaning forward slightly to show her modest yet generous cleavage. “What you had me doing was… pornographic!” Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

Morgana stared numbly at the floor, wondering if Amelia really understood the circumstances she was dealing with here.

Amelia cleared her throat. “I understand the nature of your transformation.” Her voice softened in an effort to sympathize with the young goth. “But it would do you well to maintain a certain degree of class and sophistication in your fantasies. Where did you even get the idea of making me act in such a blatant and tawdry manner, young lady?” She demanded.

Morgana raised her head and looked blankly at Amelia, not sure if she should point out how the older woman was currently emphasizing her sexuality.

For once, she had the sense to hold her tongue and remain silent.

Amelia, feeling Morgana’s pointed stare, looked down at herself and then her face lit up.

“This… is not right!” She hissed, her cheeks burning with shame. It wasn’t often that Amelia was flustered so emphatically like this. She attributed it to being early in the morning, not having the chance to drink her first cup of coffee. Quickly she readjusted her posture and buttoned her shirt back up to regain a semblance of control and authority over her roommate.

Morgana tried not to smile. It wasn’t funny, it really wasn’t! …But it kind of was.

Amelia **** a subject change. “And another matter,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “The focus on my breasts in your dream…”

Morgana gulped. She stiffened up, straightening her back, which had the effect of causing her own breasts to jump slightly. Not that she noticed. She was too busy trying not to pee herself from the sharp look in Amelia’s eyes.

“In that dream, my chest was significantly larger than it actually is,” Amelia pointed out, tucking her arms under her breasts and leaning forward, practically offering them up for Morgana’s appraisal on a silver platter. “Such poor attention to detail is unacceptable.”

“But… the fantasy was a hot, sexy teacher…” Morgana pointed out, shrinking back slightly. “The common idea of that is maturity and adulthood… bigger breasts, um… that’s… that’s a part of it, you know…”

Morgana herself was only 18. But because of the transformations she’d received, she connected her past immaturity and youthfulness to her old, scrawny figure. That was the Morgana she thought of as a “child”. Currently, her view of herself had changed due to her more mature, adult body.

Even if she could acknowledge her own lack of maturity, on occasion.

Amelia was having none of it.

“A woman with modest proportions can still be alluring,” she chastised the goth, incensed by Morgana’s insensitivity to the modestly-endowed. “To believe that a mature woman is incapable of being seductive due to having smaller breasts than those starlets of pornographic material is an insensitive and judgmental bias, and one that should have no place in your fantasies.”

Maybe she had come off a little too strong. It wasn’t Amelia’s intention to shame Morgana for sexualizing women with large breasts in a general sense- Amelia may not have been thrilled by that, but she wasn’t so uncompromising as to chastise someone for their fantasies- but simply to make sure that if Morgana fantasized about her, she wouldn’t be unfairly represented.

Of course, all the while they were having this discussion, Amelia was going well out of her way to not address the elephant in the room, and that was the content of the dream itself and the actions she had taken with her son.

The less she thought about that, the better.

“I’m sorry…” Morgana looked up into Amelia’s eyes, practically on the brink of tears. That right there was almost enough to melt the older woman’s heart completely. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen… when I get my hands on my diary, it’s like my thoughts have a mind of their own. I really didn’t mean to freak you out like that…”

It was her first day with a new roommate- and not just any roommate, the stepmother of Morgana’s beloved idol, Nick!

And she’d gone and messed everything up again, just like when she’d first came to the island.

I thought I was making progress and growing. But I just keep making the same exact mistakes! Morgana wailed.

Seeing the distress in the other woman’s eyes, Amelia extended a hand to Morgana and caressed her cheek gently. She leaned forward, and knelt down beside her so they were looking eye to eye.

“I am sorry for what I said,” Amelia gently apologized.

Morgana’s eyes grew wide with confusion and disbelief.

“You’re… sorry?” Was she hearing that right? Amelia was sorry?

But…

“But I’m the one who-”

“You could not control your fantasies,” Amelia bluntly pointed out. “And the actions I took were severe. I should not have admonished you so critically. Please do not misunderstand my position as one of anger or reprisal.”

Well… she could have fooled Morgana. The goth girl just stared at the blonde in confusion, and slowly nodded her head.

“…Okay?”

“In the future, I would prefer to not be included in any of your fantasies,” Amelia said. She was being as considerate of the other girl’s feelings as she could, but she also had to establish a firm boundary here. “I am not comfortable with doing those things with Nicholas.”

Morgana gulped and jerked her head up and down. “R-r-right, I promise, I won’t ever do it again.”

“Thank you.” That was what Amelia wanted to hear.

At the same time, though, Morgana remained confused. After all, the way Amelia had been talking, it seemed like she was trying to get Morgana to portray her fantasies with more… what was the word she’d used?

Right, verisimilitude. Morgana liked that word. It sounded all cool and mature, like something an adult would say.

Verisimilitude. Morgana wanted to show off her verisimilitude to everyone.

Maybe then she’d be able to show how cool and accurate her fantasies could be.

Amelia, of course, had no inkling of the wild thoughts brewing in the other woman’s mind. But even if she were aware, she would not be that bothered by them.

She understood Morgana’s perspective, and the pressure she was under.

“My offer- my original offer- from last night still stands,” Amelia assured the goth girl. “If you would like assistance in getting consent from one of the other women to explore your fantasies with them, I would be happy to help. I do believe there are several who would be receptive to your request.”

Morgana quickly shook her head. “No, that’s okay!” She said. “I already know a few people who would definitely be up for it! Like Gina, maybe Dawn, Carly, probably, maybe even Rose… there are lots! So it’s okay.”

She smiled shyly at Amelia. “…You really aren’t mad?” She asked hopefully.

Amelia shook her head and helped Morgana to her feet. “I am not,” she assured the other girl, trying to choose her words as deliberately as possible so as not to cause another misunderstanding. “And I apologize for my forceful demonstration just now. In the future, I would like to practice more restraint, if that is acceptable to you.”

Morgana swallowed and nodded. “Yes, I-I would like that,” she agreed. The last thing she wanted to do was have to walk on eggshells around her roommate for the rest of the round.

Amelia nodded sharply. “Excellent. In that case, it is time for breakfast. One must not delay with the things that matter most, like good nutrition.”

There it was again, her mothering nature leaking out. Morgana appreciated it, even though she suspected that Amelia was really more focused on getting her hands on some coffee.

She could understand that desire herself.