Psylocke checks on her

The door burst open, and Psylocke rushed in, already dressed, for a certain definition of the word.

"Are you alright?" she asked, "I heard a noise."

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just fell out of bed. I'm fine."

Psylocke looked her up and down, and grinned. "Better than fine, I think." she said, and pointed.

Ashley looked down, and slammed her legs shut, covering the small, but noticeable wet spot in between them. "I-I-I..." she stammered, blushing.

"Had a good dream?" Psylocke supplied, making her go even redder. "Haha, you look like a strawberry again! What's so embarrassing? Did you dream about me?"

Ashley felt her cheeks get even hotter, and felt a little light headed. She wondered if you could actually pass out from shame. She certainly felt like it was only a matter of time.

"Wait, you did?!" Psylocke asked, reading her mute embarrassment like an open book. "Oh my god! Now you have to tell me!" She sat down next to Ashley on the bed, "Come on, Strawberry, we all have sexy dreams now and then, it's nothing to be ashamed of." An evil glint flashed in her eyes, and she leaned closer. "If you tell me, I'll give you a kiss." The image from her dream of being kissed and played with by Psylocke passed through her mind.