Sue Masturbates To Get Some Sleep

On the other side of the city, Moonstone lay in her bed. Eyes closed. Focused on a tiny sliver of herself far away. The posthypnotic suggestion was working. She could sense Sue Storm's frustration. Her arousal. All she needed was a little push.

Sue Storm held out against the increasing demands of her body until a soft chime sounded. He opened his eyes and frowned. "It's Hank. I have to go take this," he said, then leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. The Invisible Woman smiled at her husband, absurdly glad at the interruption. As soon as the door closed, she kicked off the covers and spread her legs.

In Reed Richard's lab, a small sensor noted a localized gravitational anomaly. It was flagged for later analysis. Reed himself was busy arguing Hank Pym to please take his medications and stop trying to create an anti-timestream.

Moonstone's hand slipped between her naked thighs. Her fingers found her clit like two old friends embracing. In her bedroom, Sue Storm's own hand mirrored the motion. It wasn't control. Just influence. A shared link. Information passing on a two-way channel, sensations transmitted at a level below Sue Storm's conscious awareness, but which Moonstone felt and could interpret.

As their fingers moved, the excitement built. Moonstone huffed, her chest heaving, thighs bunching as her fingers moved faster. Her sensations stirred Sue Storm's own libido, the Invisible Woman shocked at the sudden spike in arousal, her fingers rubbing faster as she sought relief. Those feelings were transmitted to Moonstone, who responded by redoubling her own efforts, pushing her body further.

It was a feedback loop. A closed circuit that drove each woman to higher and higher states of excitement, of ecstasy. When Sue Storm finally crested that wave...when the arousal and excitement overhwelmed her and she lifted her hips off the bed, toes curling, two fingers stabbed inside her **** cunny, liquid spraying out over the bed—and in her own apartment golden light rippled out from Moonstone's body in a small gravimetric shockwave that knocked picture frames from walls and rattled the spoons in her kitchen.

Both blondes collapsed in their respective beds, panting and weirdly energized. As their heart rates slowed, the connection dulled. Moonstone could still feel the Invisible Woman, but now there was only a languid calm of exhaustion and contentment as Sue Storm, yawning and ready for bed, **** herself up to change the sheets she'd just squirted on.

Moonstone gulped, shocked at the intensity of the experience.

"I could get addicted to that," she said aloud.