Dr. Stone Is Strangely Jealous

"So Nairobi is staying with you?" Dr. Stone said. "In the Baxter Building?"

"For her own safety," Sue Storm said. "And, you know—access."

"Access," Dr. Stone repeated, dully.

Sue Storm cocked her head. The psychiatrist wore a loose blouse that hung rather low on her, to reveal a delicious expanse of cleavage. Her pants were tight, nearly painted on, and the tall, spiky heels made her taller than Sue standing up.

Yet as soon as Sue had told Dr. Stone about Nairobi coming to the Baxter Building, the other woman's confidence had strangely deflated. Like a Skrull that had been hit so hard in the head that they were too stunned to shapeshift.

"Are you okay?" Sue asked. "I mean—this is good, right? Progress?"

Dr. Stone shook herself.

"Yes—yes, progress," the psychiatrist said. "Sorry, just recalibrating. So—what are your plans for this relationship? In the short term?"

Sue blinked. "Um. Short term. Orgasms? Long term—help pay for Nairobi to get through school? I mean, obviously she's going to graduate at some point, go out on her own—"

"How noble," Dr. Stone said. Her head tilted a little, so that her glasses caught the light and became two circles of fire. "But don't you think you want more? You need more? More, perhaps, than Nairobi can provide—"

"More—than Nairobi—can provide?" Sue said as the gravimetric wave hit her brain. The heroine's head swam, thoughts suddenly dull. She watched as Dr. Stone spread her long legs, the pants so tight that the Invisible Woman could clearly see the outline of the other woman's pussy.

"That's right," Dr. Stone said. "Don't you want more? Be honest with yourself—"