Sue Storm Cannot Fall Sleep Without An Orgasm

The Invisible Woman stepped out of her appointment and back into the flow of her normal life. She road a forcefield above the bustling traffic of New York City. Waved at Spider-Man as he swung past. Arrived back at Four Freedoms Plaza in time to get the kids their afternoon snacks. Checked her emails and responded to the latest business related to Reed's patents and the Fantastic Four's licensing deals. Processed the latest reports on activity that might require the Fantastic Four's attention.

Yet for at least today, it didn't seem there were any alien invasions, cosmic warlords breaching the dimensional barrier, or invasions of monsters.

By the time Johnny and Ben returned home, she had dinner ready and on the table. Reed staggered from his lab, unshaven but with that quiet smile of success that he had when he'd made some small discovery. Nothing earth-shattering, but pushing forward the boundary of what was known.

It was movie night. Ben Grimm churned the ice-cream by hand. The kids picked out something to watch, something animated. They huddled together like a family, and for a moment the big scary world was far and away, and they had ice cream and popcorn and one another.

In the dark of the summer night, Sue and Reed tucked the kids into bed. Ben and Johnny yawned their goodnights. Sue traded out her uniform for soft blue pajama pants and bottoms. Reed, for once, stumbled into their bedroom, ready to collapse into sleep. The Invisible Woman made him take off his uniform and shower first.

They kissed goodnight—and Sue found herself grabbing his neck to kiss him deeper. A sudden heat seemed to well up inside of her, an excitement between her legs. Yet Reed's flesh sagged between her fingers. He hadn't slept the night before, and maybe the night before that. Not without ****, Sue let Mister Fantastic collapse into bed, his rubbery body losing much of its shape as he finally relaxed.

She laid down next to him, drew the covers up and closed her eyes. Waited for sleep to come.

Waited.

And waited.

The soft sound of her husband's breathing beside her. The rustle of the air conditioning. The soft hum of the Baxter Building's systems. Sue could hear them all, make them all out distinctly. Sometimes that white noise helped her sleep, but not tonight. She turned onto her side, restless. Thoughts of the day continued to rise into her mind. Her appointment with Dr. Stone. The things that they'd talked about. Her thoughts turned back to Reed. The kiss she could still taste on her lips. In the dark, she licked them, again and again.

That aberrant heat she had felt hadn't diminished. One hand slipped between her legs, beneath the drawstring pajama pants. She wasn't wearing any panties. Often didn't, in the summer, when she wasn't having her period. The heat seemed greater than normal. Then ran her hands down through damp,w wet pubic curls, and when she touched her labia Sue bit her lips to repress a moan. She brought her fingers away, amazed at the wetness. Sue couldn't remember the last time she had been this wet.

Hastily, Sue wiped the secretions off on her pajama pants. She'd have to wash them tomorrow. The Invisible Woman turned in bed, to see if Reed had heard. Mister Fantastic hadn't moved, his ropy body rose and fell like a great coiled python that slumbered in some tropical jungle.

An image came to mind of Reed's python. The thick, cable-like length and width of it he could make, if chose. The games they'd played in this bedroom. Sue felt her heart beat faster. Her inner muscles tensed hard. She almost quivered with barely-restrained need.

One thing was clear: she wasn't going to get any sleep in such a state as this.