Reed Wants Sue To Be Dirty

"It...it started out so innocent," Sue Storm said. "Shortly after we married, I noticed that Reed got more amorous right after I had finished a workout. Before I hit the shower. So that sort of became our fool-around time. I used to laugh when he'd lick the sweat off me, or stick his nose into my armpit. I thought he was just playing. Maybe it was just playing."

The Invisible Woman clutched her hands together. She had never told anyone this, and yet beneath the gaze of Dr. Stone, the words seemed to just tumble out of her.

"I...there were times we were apart. One or the other of us had to travel for a conference, or a team up. I started my little secret S.H.I.E.L.D. missions. Reed understood. He had his own private life as well. But we were newlyweds, and I wanted—I thought it would be a good idea if he had a reminder of me. So before my trips, I'd wear the same pair of panties for a few days and...leave them for him. Someplace he'd find them."

Sue chewed on her lower lip a little. She could still remember when she got back from those trips. The smell in her bedroom had been the first thing she had noticed.

"He'd put them under my pillow. They'd be...soiled. Used. Crusted with his spunk. That went on for a while."

"But it didn't stop there, did it?" Dr. Stone said. Her temples seemed to pulse, though Sue wasn't really looking at her. The heroine's gaze was drawn to the window, the bright sunshine that lit up Central Park.

"When I was pregnant with Franklin, I was on maternity leave for a while. Since I wasn't in public, I—let my pubic and armpit hair grow out. That got Reed really excited. Not so much the hair, but the way the hair trapped the smell. He got so much harder when I was a little sweaty and nasty. That was when we...well, we sort of both picked up on the fact that he had a kink."

Sue sighed.

"At first, I played along. When you're seven, eight, nine months pregnant, big as a house, breasts swollen and aching, your back hurts, your ankles are swelling, Braxton-Hicks contractions...the attention was nice. The sex helped, especially near the end of the pregnancy, when I felt so useless to the team, and we were afraid we were going to lose the baby," Sue swallowed. "So I—started showering only every other day. Wearing the same socks and panties for a couple days on end. And it got Reed going. We were doing great."

She saw, down far below, a woman pushing a stroller. Behind her, Dr. Stone's eyes seemed to glow from within, though Sue couldn't see it.

"After Franklin was born, our sex life kind of fell off for a while. We had a baby. Didn't get more than a couple hours of sleep for months. There was no time or energy for sex. When Franklin finally got to where he could sleep through the night, I thought—well, I thought we might try for a little brother or sister. Except it turned out that Reed—had trouble getting it up for me. I'd been shaving, showering regularly, I was back in the gym every day to lose the baby weight. I was too clean for him to get hard."

"So what did you do?" Dr. Stone's voice was tight, as with a bit of strain.

"We had a—second honeymoon. An entire week, in a little lonely island in the Caribbean, just the two of us. Only I didn't shower the whole time. I wore the same clothes. It took me a couple of days to get really sweaty and rank. For me to get nasty enough to excite him. Then I—I didn't wash, after he came in me. I just let his spunk stay inside my hairy pussy, globs of dried semen stuck to my hair, dribbles of it dried on my thighs and ass. It sent Reed wild. And when the week was done and I finally washed myself off, I was pregnant."

"Was that all?" Dr. Stone's eyes burned now.

"We both got urinary tract infections. Bad ones. So bad that we sort of agreed not to play those dirty games anymore, at least not as much as we had. I still catch him sniffing my used panties every now and again, and after an especially nasty mission when I'm gross he gets excited and I take care of him, but—it's not the same. I think we're both afraid of going to far again."

"But—do you want to?" Moonstone pressed, as blood began to ooze down from one nostril. Her implants buzzed in her skull the microgravitic fluctuations in Sue Storm's brain were calibrated with almost surgical precision. Not enough to **** a specific answer, but enough to **** Sue to say something.