Little bit of a... strange chapter... but stay with me here. It DOES have a reason.
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"It is such a quiet thing, to fall. But far more terrible is to admit it." - Kreia, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords
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Now in the bath with Alexandra, Chastity holds the girl calmly in her arms, head on hers in satisfaction. For some inexplicable reason, it feels... right. Like life should always be this way. As if one of the puzzle pieces in her existence has been put in place.
Looking down and examining Alexandra's body, she once again looks at the scars plaguing the girl's left side. Her subconscious yearns to rid the girl's body of the marks, an action which can never be completed. Her heart thuds against her chest in anguish.
Yet something catches her eye; somehow, the wound she had a week ago was gone, not a scar in sight. She expected to see something gruesome, a mark on her body that she would rage in contact with. But no such skin existed, almost as if it never happened. She felt relieved, if slightly mortified by her own curiosity.
Not realizing her own actions, Chastity wraps her legs around Alexandra's waist, another part of her consciousness refusing to believe that nothing can be done, however meaningless the sentiment is.
Finally waking up from the unconscious haze, Chastity herself is confused at her own actions.
Thinking of her past, Chastity remembers the day she chose to name herself. Many would believe that she named herself Chastity to refrain from sexual activities, but only she herself understands what it truly means; to keep all of herself under lock and key. Not just her sexuality, but her body, thoughts, emotions... everything about her, chained up for the world never to see.
Somehow, Alexandra didn't unlock her self-inflicted bindings, but completely smashed through them.
Thinking of this, instead of discomfort, Chastity felt... peaceful. Like every fiber of her being was in sheer content at the mere proximity of Alexandra.
Snapping out of her reverie, Chastity looks around to Alexandra's face, who hasn't moved or said anything in a while, only to see her peacefully sleeping. Now that she's actually listening, a light snore echoes around the bathroom.
Chastity gently shakes Alexandra awake, causing the girl to yawn in weariness.
"Zanna, let's go the bed. I'll dry you off."
Alexandra sleepily nods her head, and gets up, water cascading down her lithe form. Chastity is momentarily mesmerized by the view, as if a desert wanderer found an oasis.
Following in Alexandra's footsteps, Chastity also exits the bath, grabbing a towel from the side and delicately drying Alexandra off, marveling at how each water droplet trailblazes down her sleek body.
Finishing her mentally grueling task, Chastity looks around for another towel, but finds no such item. Looking down at the towel, she mentally prepares herself and goes to dry her face.
Sniffing the towel as she dries her face, the smell of her own soap mixed with the scent of Alexandra's sweat permeating her senses causes Chastity's mind to blank. Her body's senses go haywire, and-
"Chastity. Are you okay? You seem... Distracted."
Chastity didn't hear her, completely occupied in the sensual domination she currently felt, like a heat spreading throughout her very soul.
'Nick, do you have any idea what's going on?'
...Something to do with your soul. I have no idea what, but I can feel parts of your soul being reinforced, like a bulletproof vest. I'll see what I can figure out.
Hearing what Nick said, Alexandra grabs Chastity's shoulder and starts guiding her out of the bathroom, towel still in her hands. Chastity's legs followed, but her mind didn't register anything outside of the only sense that mattered to her current state of mind: scent.
Leading the drying woman to her own bedroom, Alexandra opens the door, taking Chastity inside, before closing and locking it. Inside the dark room, Alexandra slowly, gently pulls Chastity towards the bed, laying her down on her nearly-dry back. Laying down next to her, Alexandra pulls the entranced woman towards her, putting Chastity's ear in-between her breasts, intent on letting the woman hear her heartbeat.
Surprisingly, Chastity's eyes start to unfocus, slowly releasing her death grip on the towel. Listening to Alexandra's heartbeat, Chastity starts shaking, an action which alerts Alexandra. As she attempts to move, though, Chastity forcibly wraps one of her arms around Alexandra, the other unable to due to being in front of her, Parked between her legs.
'Is she...'
...No, I don't think so. Yet again, something to do with your soul. It seems to be trembling slightly in response. A strange phenomenon, one in which I have no answers to. I'll have to look into what's causing this, sooner rather than later... I have no idea why her hand is there, though.
Only when Chastity stops shaking does Alexandra's worries subside. Looking down at the now sleeping woman's face, it looks at peace, a slight bit of drool sailing its way down her chin. Alexandra finds it adorable, as it's a stark contrast to the confident woman she knows.
Alexandra, thinking of this, closes her eyes and hugs Chastity tighter to her chest, slowly falling asleep, not noticing how both of their heartbeats now resonate with each other, pulsating at the same time...