Sue & Karla Had An Intimate Moment

Karla's hand slid onto the back of Sue Storm's neck. The strong fingers gently squeezed and massaged the muscles there, a gesture that Sue normally felt calming. Except now, as her chest ached and the liquor burned, it made the Invisible Woman apprehensive. The sheer familiarity of the gesture went far beyond doctor and patient...

"We had a moment," the psychiatrist said at last. "An intimate moment. Triggered by emotional sharing and fueled by ****. Our inhibitions were lowered. You—we—needed the human contact, the release. It was very unprofessional of me."

Karla gave an exaggerated sigh as her hand gently kneaded Sue's neck.

"I suppose this will have to be the last of our sessions. We crossed a line that should never be crossed. I can give you a referral to—"

"Wait!" Sue said hotly. "What exactly did we do!?"

The topless blonde doctor looked Sue Storm in the eye. She had taken her glasses off, which made her look oddly different. ****.

"It started with a kiss," Karla said, her voice a breathy whisper. Her hand worked slowly down Sue's spine, the strong fingers worked the muscles with terrifying intimacy. "You were crying again. I was hugging you. We were already drunk, and topless. Confessing things. You told me that you didn't think your husband found you attractive anymore, and I told you..."

Karla paused. Sue leaned in. Her heart hammered in her chest. It ached as if the heroine had run a marathon.

"Yes?"

"I said your husband was an idiot, because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met," Karla said. "Then we—our lips met. They weren't supposed to. I was kissing away a tear on your cheek, but your head turned. Our lips lingered there for a long moment and then it became something more...passionate."

Sue swallowed. Her hand shook. One question engulfed her mind.

"Did we..."

"Make love?" Karla said, her voice a little sad. "Does it feel like it? We were hot and heavy for a moment. We touched ourselves. We touched each other. But if you're asking if I penetrated you in any fashion—then no. It was a drunken make out, Susan."

In truth, at the moment Sue couldn't tell. There were some odd aches in her body, and her crotch definitely felt damp, but...she felt Karla's hand settle comfortably in the small of Sue's back. Then it lifted away.

Sue looked at the bottle of liquor. She frowned.

"I need water," she said.

There was a six-pack of Perrier in a small mini-fridge hidden behind a cleverly-concealed wall panel. Sue Storm drank the cold liquid, grateful for the hydration and for the moment to get her thoughts together.

"I need time. Need to think about this," Sue said. She paused. "And I'll need to tell Reed."

"I understand," Karla said, not hiding the sadness in her voice. "As I said, I can give you a referral—"

"Let's...hold off on that," Sue said. "I mean, we're both grown women. It was an accident, a mistake, but maybe...if Reed is okay with it, I think I can still see you, professionally. As long as it never happens again."

Karla's face alighted with a smile of such hope and relief that it made Sue Storm's heart flutter. Little did the Invisible Woman know that she was playing directly into Moonstone's hands.