Sue Storm Agrees Immediately

"Yes," Sue Storm said brightly, boldly, the decision clicking into place utterly naturally. "Of course I'll model for you, Alicia. I'd be honored."

A part of the Invisible Woman told her that it was to get back at Reed, for failing to notice her. A part of it was to follow through with her therapy—Dr. Stone would certainly approve. More than anything, though, Sue Storm had to admit, it was the little shiver of excitement. A physical representation of herself, one she couldn't hide from the world. A way for her to be seen.

They had to arrange a time. There was no need for light, because Alicia did not need it, but they needed privacy, and the sculptress required constant reference. Sue's cheeks burned in that first session, as she undressed, the door safely locked. Alicia, fully dressed, helped Sue into the correct position. There were calluses on her fingertips, and a surprising strength in Alicia's arms. The blind, unseeing eyes stared ahead, never moving as she guided Sue into position. Then she asked.

"Are you...quite alright with me touching you?" she said.

"Of course, Alicia," Sue said, her heart giving a little flutter. "We're friends, aren't we?"

So the blind woman explored the Invisible Woman with her fingertips. Delicately traced muscle and bone. Her fingers tickled over the ribs. Elicited a slightly breathless gasp as they explored a nipple. Special attention was paird to Sue's face and neck, both hands moving, Alicia's lips pursed in quiet, intense concentration. Trying to visualize those features. Then down over the hips, the thighs. Her hand came up, not to penetrate Sue's cleft, but just to cup it gently for a long moment, and Sue blushed harder as she realized the fingers that came away were damp.

Immediately, Alica turned to her clay model. Working carefully, the added moisture dampening the clay as it took on distinctive features. An amazing likeness of Sue Storm began to emerge.

Yet as Alicia said, it required more reference.

"That's enough for today," Alicia said, wiping the sweat from her brow. The small, dark room had grown stuffy. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Sue promised, her voice suddenly thick.