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Joy’s eyes bore into Anxiety’s silhouette from afar, the outline of her figure visible in the dim light emitting from the large vision screen.
Ever since hockey camp, Anxiety had insisted on taking dream duty almost every night, despite Joy’s attempts at convincing her to reel it in just a bit. Even with the introduction of the massage chair, it wasn’t quite enough to completely subdue Anxiety’s controlling nature. Anxiety remained firm in that it made most sense for her to take care of dream duty nightly, since the task had become more of a burden to the other emotions anyhow. Plus, she’s best known for keeping a freakishly excellent watch on things. If anyone was up to monitoring anything for extensive periods of time, it was her.
None of the other emotions protested this assertion, of course, which meant Joy had her back against the wall, being 7-1. She seemed to be the only one concerned about Anxiety’s ability to maintain the extra responsibility.
Joy would watch her while she was on dream duty sometimes. It wasn’t as creepy as it sounded— At least it didn’t feel that way. She would first lay awake at night, when everyone was tucked under their sheets, and listen for when Anxiety shuffled out of bed and into the main room for her nightly shift. She would then try to wait awhile before she followed, so as to not be obvious and get caught, but she usually ended up leaving a few minutes later out of impatience.
Joy would stand around the corner, keeping a considerable distance, and watch as Anxiety prepared herself for another night of incessant, intent observation.
She found a very real comfort in being able to determine whether or not Anxiety was handling her own. Or maybe it was just more so to reassure herself. Just seeing Anxiety’s silhouette, knowing she was alright… Maybe it soothed her somehow. She had developed a sort of restlessness when it came to Anxiety’s well-being after what happened during hockey camp.
Tonight, Joy found herself once again watching the back of Anxiety’s head as she slumped in her chair. She watched Anxiety periodically drum her fingers along the armrests, reach for another energy drink, smooth her clothes out frantically…
Joy’s shoulders relaxed, and her grip on the pillar she was hiding behind softened. She wondered if Anxiety ever felt how much Joy worried and cared for her. If anyone could understand an undying devotion to someone, she supposed it would be Anxiety.
Then, her eyes refocused, and she watched as Anxiety’s shoulders stiffened ever so slightly. All movements and sounds ceased, including Joy’s breathing.
“I can feel you staring at me, you know.” Anxiety finally turned her head to face Joy. Her lidded eyes pierced her across the room.
A chill ran through Joy’s spine, and her stomach spun. How is she so good at that? Joy wondered.
She stepped out into view and noted the way Anxiety’s eyes followed her every movement. It was hard to find anything to reply with. Her cover was blown. It was awkward, sure, but she didn’t feel especially embarrassed. She felt completely justified in checking in on Anxiety nightly; it was the thoughtful thing to do. She hoped Anxiety thought so. Something inside her knew Anxiety could never judge Joy harshly on anything.
Did Anxiety know this whole time that Joy had been watching her every night? Was it weird that Joy never made herself known?
…Maybe she was a little embarrassed.
Thankfully, Anxiety spared Joy by speaking first.
“How long have you… uh, been there?” she rasped. Her eye bags were deep, but her eyes were wide and alert nonetheless, darting along Joy’s figure.
So she didn’t know about the other nights.
“Not—Not that long, really. Just, uh, came to…” When was the last time she had this much trouble just talking? “To see how you were doing! You know, with all this dream duty stuff.”
“Oh!” Joy could’ve been mistaken, but at least in this lighting, it seemed like a vague blotch of blood orange had spread across Anxiety’s face. Her heart swelled with adoration. “No, no, I’m doing great! I’m— Yeah, it’s really good! You don’t have to worry about anything, Joy. If you were seriously worrying. If you weren’t, that’s—that’s good, because there’s nothing to worry about. So…”
It didn’t take a genius to know when Anxiety was putting up a front. If the erratic eye contact and constant fidgeting wasn’t enough, it was the rambling that always gave her away. Joy slowly ambled over to her while she trailed off.
Anxiety stiffly turned toward her again, hesitating to meet her eye. When she did, she murmured a weak, “What?”
Joy fixed her with a knowing smile, and Anxiety sighed, looking away.
“I just think you…overdo it sometimes,” Joy said, sneaking up behind her. Joy placed her hands atop Anxiety’s shoulders. She relaxed into the touch and remained silent. So, Joy continued. “I mean, don’t you think you deserve a break? You break your back everyday, constantly worrying about Riley, just to stay up and do…this.”
She softened her wording, wanting nothing less than to undermine Anxiety’s own volition and right. Taking over dream duty was one of the many ways Anxiety planned to prove herself worthy to stay a primary emotion. After the whole ‘locking the other emotions away so she can maintain control, only to cause Riley immense distress and pain’ fiasco, Anxiety sort of felt a need to overcompensate. Still, Joy wanted to get the point across.
Joy’s palms pressed into her shoulder blades, kneading the muscle. Anxiety let out an exhale and tilted her head back into Joy’s frame. Anxiety’s hands graduated from fidgeting in her lap to resting atop Joy’s.
The fact of the matter is that Joy had shared several moments with Anxiety just in the past few weeks that she held close to her heart, not daring to let anyone know how the moments had made her feel. There would be moments where everyone was in Headquarters, and Anxiety and Joy would share glances that lasted just a bit too long. Or Anxiety’s touch would linger just a second longer than it normally should have. Or Anxiety and Joy would share a private moment before bed where Anxiety would wish her a great night’s sleep while running a hand along her leg, before flusteredly tucking her into bed, and all Joy could do was babble a small ‘Goodnight.’
Anxiety cared about Joy in a way that was unique to only her. She looked at her differently. She would, at times, watch her with an unfamiliar want in her eyes. It made Joy feel like she was being examined in a way that brought forth a crashing wave of exhilaration each time. It was new, it was exciting— The tension was palpable. All she could do as of late was think about Anxiety, in a variety of different lights. She might have been overzealous, but Joy was fairly confident that Anxiety felt similarly.
“I have to,” Anxiety said, her thumb caressing Joy’s hand. It was certainly new, but the action felt so natural that Joy didn’t question the intimacy of it. “It’s the least I can do, after what I…” She shook her head to rid the memory.
“I know, I know. But…” Joy continued with her massaging, sliding her hands closer to Anxiety’s neck. She dragged her fingers delicately along her neck, to which Anxiety shivered. Joy leant down to her ear. “…You don’t think you’ve earned yourself some relaxation?”
Anxiety swallowed thickly. Before she could respond, Joy both boldly and nervously added, “Some…relief?”
Anxiety’s breath hitched, hands tightening in Joy’s grasp. She peered behind at her, and Joy took a step away. A smile spread over Joy’s face as Anxiety instantly stood up to follow her.
Joy paused, glancing over her shoulder. “Is…that a yes?”
Anxiety’s face was flushed in the dimmed light, sea-green eyes gleaming and wide as they raked over her every feature. Her mouth formed a twitchy smile, and she seemed visibly nervous but thrilled. Clearly, she had been ruminating about this just as much as Joy had.
“Yes,” Anxiety finally breathed out. She took a single step forward, shaky hands reaching for Joy’s waist. “Please, yes.”
The small breath intakes between her words caused a hot, rippling sensation to course through Joy’s body.
Joy admired just how sensitive Anxiety could get over the smallest advances, like a simple whisper and shoulder massage. Joy fluttered her eyes shut and smiled as she leant in.
She took Anxiety’s lips softly before quickly applying more pressure. Forcing Anxiety to step backwards, Joy lightly gripped Anxiety’s hips, mouth hungrily moving in conjunction with Anxiety’s.
A muffled moan fought to escape Joy’s lips, and that simple action seemed to be what opened the gate for Anxiety to let her various sighs and whimpers out. Joy’s ears perked up at the sounds, and she grinned into the kiss. Her legs found themselves at the edge of the chair. Anxiety’s hands slid to her back, letting Joy onto the chair before climbing on top of her hastily.
Anxiety breathed heavily, hands pinned at either side of the chair as her lips parted to make room for her. Joy’s tongue entered her mouth, and she let out something like a whimper, Anxiety’s mouth latching onto her’s sloppily. Joy’s hands roamed along her torso.
Gripping the back of Joy’s neck, Anxiety pushed her away to breathe out, “We—We shouldn’t be doing this.”
She panted, eyes lust-clouded but actively trying to subdue it.
Joy’s hands slid down Anxiety’s arms hesitantly. “Why?”
“It’s just… What if— What if this is wrong?” Anxiety whispered. “What if this messes everything up? What about the others?”
Feeling Anxiety’s weight atop her, seeing her mounted on her like this… It only made the heat within her burn brighter.
Joy shifted Anxiety onto her knee. Her heart raced.
“Does it…feel wrong?” Joy asked.
Anxiety let out a loud, unrestrained whimper at the action, then gazed into Joy’s eyes earnestly. “No,” she croaked out.
“Then…” Joy’s hand toyed with the hem of Anxiety’s sweater. She leant in and murmured, “How bad can it really be?”
Joy felt braver than she’d ever felt before. She was weightless, so long as she was here with Anxiety like this.
Anxiety swallowed, lips quivering. Then, seemingly overtaken by sudden desire, she furrowed her brow and took Joy’s face in her hands. She pushed her against the chair, diving in harshly. Her hands were gripping the back of Joy’s head, as if trying to get impossibly close. A shockwave ran through Joy as she processed the vigorousity.
Before Joy could reciprocate, Anxiety pulled back in a flash, eyes wide and apologetic.
“I’m—I’m so sorry, I—“ she laughed, insecurity lacing her tone. She cleared her throat. “That was…a lot, I’m sorry—“
Joy sat up swiftly and crashed her lips against hers, and Anxiety adapted immediately. A rush of adrenaline coursed through Joy’s body, and as Anxiety’s cold hands pulled at her dress, she wanted to wipe all uncertainty away from her conscience and make her feel good.
Joy, feeling a new wave of courage, grasped Anxiety’s legs and stood up, heaving her onto the console. She let her down ungraciously, Anxiety’s back hitting the panel with a gasp.
“Joy,” Anxiety said, frozen, awaiting her next advance.
Joy’s mouth lowered to Anxiety’s neck, giving it lingering, wet kisses. Planting a particularly harsh kiss, her hands slid under Anxiety’s sweater
Was she doing this right? Well, judging from Anxiety’s erratic breaths and gulps, she could say pretty confidently that she was doing something right.
“Joy,” Anxiety said, softer now, breathing against her skin hotly. She ran her hand down Joy’s arm, meeting her hand in a soft hold. A shiver struck Joy’s spine at the carefulness of her actions. “Please.”
The cold hand guided Joy across her abdomen, then lower. She felt Anxiety’s clothed crotch and let out a small gasp at the dampness. The two locked eyes again, and Joy was met with the most desperate and intense Anxiety she’d ever seen.
“Just from kissing?” Joy asked, unable to help herself from teasing.
Anxiety whined a helpless noise, burrowing her head into the crook of Joy’s neck. She placed a kiss on the exposed area. “Joy, I’m so…”
Joy’s hand ventured further, palming at her core curiously. “So what?”
Anxiety inhaled sharply at the action. “Please,” she repeated, and she whispered it over and over, like a mantra. “Please, please, please…”
She leant into Joy’s neck further, slowly beginning to press her icy lips against her heated skin. Joy allowed her ultimate access to her neck. Anxiety kissed, sucked, and licked repeatedly. Joy pressed into her impossibly and let loose pleased exhales.
“You’re…good at that,” Joy said with a small laugh, taken aback by Anxiety’s skill.
Anxiety unlatched herself from Joy, looking up at her with rapt attention. “Am I?”
Her desperate eyes darted all over Joy’s face, awaiting any ounce of validation. Joy’s stomach fluttered, knowing her next choice of words mattered.
“You’re so, so good, Anxiety,” Joy murmured.
Predictably, Anxiety had an almost immediate physical response, with eyes fluttering shut and a guttural sound escaping her throat, something like a moan. She grasped the fabric of Joy’s dress, pulling her flush against her.
Silence hung in the air, save for the uneven pants of Anxiety. Her head hit the console, and her legs rubbed together, squirming under Joy’s gaze.
Joy noted how especially defenseless Anxiety presented herself now, and how uncharacteristic it was. No one else ever saw Anxiety like this. She was always in control, the rational, logical one, the decision-maker. Now, with Anxiety beneath her like this, Joy couldn’t help but feel a sort of thrill that nobody else would ever get to see Anxiety in this light. Desperate, thirsty for attention—for Joy’s attention.
“Joy,” Anxiety rasped. “I need you. I need to…”
Her piercing eyes remained fixed on Joy’s, like she was awaiting approval. Again, the feeling of wanting to wipe away all of that uncertainty arose in Joy’s chest, more vibrant than ever, and she lifted her head to take Anxiety’s lips in a slow, gentle kiss. She returned the same effort back, tilting Joy’s head to lock their lips properly.
Wide eyes followed Joy keenly as she leant down to Anxiety once more, murmuring, “I think I can make that happen.”
A noise emitted from Anxiety that sounded like it was supposed to be an ‘Mmm’ of encouragement, but ended up being a whimper caught in her throat. Joy smirked as she pulled down her sweater collar and began placing harsh kisses at her neck. Unrestrained moans filled the air, and she grew louder when Joy accidentally skimmed her teeth against her neck.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Anxiety bit out, chest rising and falling unevenly. Joy’s heart swelled, and her mouth moved with a purpose, adamant on making Anxiety feel good. Anxiety raked her fingers through her hair, tugging lightly at the back of her head. She gasped, then clutched her back and breathed, “Joy.”
Repositioning herself so that their legs slotted together, Joy answered, “Yes?” She eyed Anxiety closely.
Anxiety looked through her eyelids, a lazy smile playing on her lips before he opened her mouth to say something—which was when Joy purposefully pressed her knee against her clothed core.
Whatever Anxiety was going to say was abandoned alongside any dignity she had left, and the action expelled a drawn-out moan, her eyes shutting tightly. She propelled herself forward, clutching Joy’s shoulders. She pulled away quickly, though, embarrassment plastered across her face. Her face was almost pained, desperate, as she slowly laid back down against the console, breathing erratically.
“I think you get off on—on torturing me,” she said quietly, a small huff of laughter following.
“Well, I think you get off on being tortured,” Joy replied, hand snaking under her pants and cupping her core. One last, rather thin layer of fabric was the wall between the two. Joy’s palm was flush with her clit.
Anxiety reached at her surroundings, but drew back when she almost grasped for a lever. This isn’t the most ideal place to do this, is it? Joy thought. Anxiety’s eyebrows turned upwards, lips parting and closing to say nothing in particular.
Anxiety was a new phenomenon in Joy’s life, a new presence. And although Joy hadn’t known her for too long, she already felt like Anxiety’s subconscious, her way of thinking, was intrinsic to her. It wasn’t something she herself could understand, and it certainly wasn’t something she could explain to anybody else, but she felt that she knew Anxiety in a way that was as simple as breathing.
She also knew of basic decency, and that selflessness was in the very nature of her being, and therefore, she had the right facilities to determine whether or not someone was in dire need of a helping hand.
And with Anxiety practically begging beneath her, in clear need of sweet relief, well… It was just the right thing to do.
Heart beating out of her chest, Joy continued grinding her hand against Anxiety’s core slowly. She drank in Anxiety’s every twitch, her every breath, her every hushed swear word, while her shuddering grasp on the console only tightened. Joy’s other hand slid its way along her torso, pulling up the hem of her sweater in the process. She gingerly traced a line from Anxiety’s waistband along her stomach with a careful finger.
The dampness in her other hand only worsened the more she ground down into the thin fabric; Joy’s fingers were utterly soaked. Deciding to switch up the routine, Joy brought two fingers to her clit and gingerly traced circles over it.
Suddenly, Anxiety gasped out a “No!” before sitting bolt upright and grabbing Joy’s hand, shoving the hand away. Anxiety’s eyes were wide and her face was flushed, and Joy’s heart sank to her stomach.
She assumed the worst. She had made Anxiety uncomfortable in some way, she didn’t communicate well enough—
“What’s wrong?” Joy asked, eyes trying to follow every cue of Anxiety’s. “Hey, what did—“
“No, no…” Anxiety said, hands waving assuringly. She swallowed with effort, clearly avoiding Joy’s eyes. “You’re great, you—you’re amazing, as always. Generally, I mean. You’re generally amazing all the time. Incredible! I was just about to, um…” She met Joy’s eye, shame written all over her face. “…cum in my pants, so…”
Joy’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh.”
To think that her presence—just being atop her, bodies flush with one another, hand vaguely stimulating her, was enough to push Anxiety near climax… Arousal pooled at Joy’s core, spurring her on.
Anxiety exhaled deeply, slumping in on herself. “I’m—I’m so sorry, I don’t know why—“
“No, no, no, it’s okay!” Joy blurted. “It’s— You know, it’s natural! Don’t apologize…” Heat prickled somewhere in her stomach. Did she really do that?
She stepped snug between Anxiety’s legs once more, pushing her shoulders down, careful to not stimulate her currently-sensitive area at the moment.
“So…” Leaning down and ghosting her lips, Joy asked, “How do you want it?”
“Uh, whatever you think is…best, Joy,” Anxiety replied timidly, eyes darting to her lips. “Whatever you want.”
Joy pursed her lips, unsatisfied.
Anxiety’s face fell. “What?”
“Not really the answer I was looking for.”
Anxiety only sighed.
“How,” Joy started slowly, “do you want it?”
She looked elsewhere, and Joy knew it was because she didn’t want to burden her, even when it came to her pleasure. It was ridiculous how often that mindset seeped into her everyday life. Joy just wished she could kiss it better.
“Hey,” Joy called. Placing her hands along Anxiety’s jaw, she forced her line of vision onto her. “Don’t.” Her eyes twinkled, mouth in the shape of an uncertain frown. “I wanna make you feel good. That’s all I want to do right now, is make you feel good. I need you to tell me how. I want you to tell me.”
Joy’s eyes fell lower, and she slid her hands along Anxiety’s neck and chest. She snaked her hands beneath her sweater, roaming every inch of skin, and the hands on her waist clenched her dress tight.
“Just tell me how,” Joy continued, quiet but sincere. “Tell me and I’ll do it.”
When Anxiety finally did speak, her voice was uncharacteristically steady and decided. “Mouth,” she had said.
They peered into each other’s eyes for a moment, and Joy understood she wasn't going to repeat herself. Her lips quivering, chest rising and falling erratically— She couldn’t. And it was that one word that propelled Joy into eager compliance.
Foreplay wasn’t what Anxiety was looking for; that much, Joy could tell. Joy’s hands raced to Anxiety’s waistband, tugging down her corduroy pants with little effort, and with the help of Anxiety kicking them off urgently.
Joy slid her hands up her legs and her fingers danced over her undergarments. Anxiety threw her head back momentarily before pulling at her waistband with a needy expression.
Gosh, Joy wanted to touch her so badly. Heat burned throughout her body, a fiery adrenaline kicking in, and she yanked her underwear off.
The sight could’ve been enough to make Joy
come untouched. Anxiety’s body was on total display for her, sweater riding up her torso, and a layer of sleek sweat beginning to set on her face.
Joy’s heartbeat stuttered at the sight of her arousal. “So…wet.”
It was more genuine fascination and excitement than anything, but she understood in hindsight how crude it sounded when Anxiety whined and covered her face.
“I’m sorry.”
“What? No, no! Anxiety, you…” Joy leaned in, only an inch away, feeling her own breath radiate off of Anxiety. “You’re amazing…”
Then, a firm hand guided the back of her head. Joy’s mouth met her folds, and she shut her eyes compliantly. She licked a stripe of saliva along her slit, and a breathy moan sounded above her. Anxiety’s hand didn’t quite grip Joy’s head, at least not yet. She just applied pressure to it, directing the speed and strength of her movements.
Joy’s tongue danced along her folds, dividing them timidly at first, before Anxiety thrust her hips forwards. A short but powerful groan left her mouth as Joy’s tongue was rammed inside, exploring her depths. She felt around her walls, jaw unhinging as much as possible to give herself the leeway needed for Anxiety to have the best experience.
She made deep strokes with her tongue, her outer lips pressing against Anxiety’s folds wetly. Anxiety must’ve covered her mouth with her arm, because Joy heard a soft, muffled string of curse words as she let out a particularly harsh gust of air against Anxiety’s pleading clit, needing to breathe some way or another.
Tongue plunging deep inside of her wetness, Joy sloppily attempted to kiss her sex before ripping herself away, only to breathe out, “You can make noise, you know.” Gazing up at her, Joy dived in once more, licking sensually up to her clit. “I like hearing you.”
Anxiety’s eyes unfocused while watching Joy, and she let out an intense exhale. Wordlessly, Anxiety brought her other hand to Joy’s neck and bucked her hips further, maximizing her pleasure. Joy trembled into her pussy, whimpering as her mouth forced open.
“Yes… God, yes,” Anxiety whined, periodically thrusting into Joy. “So good… How are you so…? You’re so perfect at—at everything…”
Joy moaned inside of her, unable to communicate otherwise, and Anxiety took a sharp breath. “Open your— Oh, God,” she hissed. Her hand gathered a section of Joy’s short hair and pulled lightly. “Please, open your eyes. I love looking at you. I love when you look at me…”
Joy’s eyes shot open, quick to obey. Anything to help someone out.
Anxiety licked her lips and murmured, “Please, please stay there. Oh, stay there. You’re so perfect.” Joy’s tongue drove itself in and out of her, venturing as deep as possible, flicking and stroking every which way.
“Yes, so good!” Anxiety moaned, eyebrows knit and eyes shut. “Touch—touch me, touch…”
“Hmm?” Joy murmured inside of her, head dazed. Her head was clouded with a thick lust; she could hardly function anything other than her mouth.
That didn’t work too well in her favor, though, as Anxiety let out an irritable grunt, one hand finding Joy’s and dragging it to her clit. “Just…touch me! Oh, please, I’m… God, just give it to me… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Joy’s stomach swirled at Anxiety’s intensity being immediately contrasted with her apologizing profusely; was this doubtful, self-conscious nature only ever present when she was with Joy? Joy couldn’t imagine Anxiety apologizing to any of the others in such a way. She wondered if Anxiety not only saw her as an equal, and therefore someone to be mindful of, but maybe even as someone above her. It would explain why she’s always been more open to listening to Joy over anyone else, why she’s always particularly anxious to hear feedback or criticism from Joy, and would certainly explain the pitiful, high-strung sight in front of Joy right then.
Liquid trickling down her chin, mouth soaked beyond question, Joy never stopped even for a second. Her fingers raced to Anxiety’s clit, rubbing harsh circles into her.
Complete and total desperation was thick in the air; it was in the feverish faces Anxiety made, the full-body shudders, the grasps and tugs of Joy’s hair, the unrelenting noises she let out…
“I’ve…” Anxiety lifted her head, trying to blink away her arousal enough to form a coherent sentence. “I’ve thought about you…” She exhaled harshly, then swallowed. “Like this. A lot…”
Joy suddenly felt a prickle of insecurity. Anxiety’s imagination had no bounds, she knew that much. When she thought of her like this, was it better in her head? Was she doing as good as Anxiety’s wild fantasies?
Joy withdrew from Anxiety’s depths and gripped her legs for complete control. She closed her eyes and placed long-lasting kisses along Anxiety’s folds, trailing up to her clit. Sloppy kisses, she’d admit, but Anxiety seemed to appreciate it.
“Am I…” She reached Anxiety’s clit, gazed up at her and took it into her mouth. Anxiety gasped loudly, entire body trembling. “Living up to your expectations?”
Then, it was like a switch was flipped. Anxiety stared at her, breathing slowly, and Joy’s ears rang in the silence. Two hands shoved the back of Joy’s head, ramming her face where Anxiety needed it most. With more purpose and vigor than ever, Anxiety thrust herself into Joy, eyes squeezed shut. Joy attempted to regain her grounding, but with Anxiety’s hands persistent on her head, she was smothered once more. She let her jaw go slack and plunged deep inside her. Anxiety did most of the work, with her legs soon wrapping loosely around Joy’s head, maximizing pleasure.
Joy flicked her tongue in a way that made Anxiety grip her hair even tighter. Anxiety’s high-strung moans resounded in the air, coupled with the muffled whimpers of Joy.
Joy’s face was wet with warm arousal, and she tried to swallow periodically, just out of curiosity. Suddenly aware of the action, her face developed a newfound hotness, growing more fiery as the seconds went by. How was any of this real? Her mind was hazy, and she felt her eyes slowly close and lose sight of Anxiety’s fervent form.
“Fuck, Joy!” Anxiety cried out, seizing Joy’s hand and driving it to her clit. She drove Joy’s fingers into the bundle of nerves forcefully. Loud grunts and incoherent whines escaped her, eyes rolling to the back of her head before snapping shut.
“Joy, Joy, JOY!”
Spurts of warm liquid shot into Joy’s mouth, to which Joy immediately lapped up. Anxiety’s legs shook violently, and the grip she had on Joy’s hair tightened painfully. Joy’s ears rang.
“Mmm, Joy… Joy, Joy…” Anxiety whined, holding Joy close to her core, in need of the vague stimulation through her aftershocks.
Joy let out a dreamy sigh against her. “Anxiety…”
The legs wrapped around Joy’s neck slowly loosened, along with the grip on her head, although the bucking of Anxiety’s hips never ceased.
Joy pulled away briefly, looking up at Anxiety with a smile. Anxiety, wiping away the saliva on her mouth, offered Joy a twitchy smile in return.
“Are—Are you okay?” Anxiety asked weakly.
Joy brought her fingers to her face and swiped, gathering the mixture of arousal and saliva onto her fingertips. Anxiety winced in a moment of shame, and her face grew a deeper shade of blood red.
“I’m sorr—“
“I want to do that again,” Joy said, head pounding. “When… When can we do that again?”
Anxiety was a deer in headlights. “I…”
“That was the most fun I’ve had in… a really long time,” Joy continued. She licked a finger and laughed gently.
“You weren’t even the one to…” Anxiety trailed off, eyebrows raised. She was particularly interested in the scene of Joy licking her finger clean.
Joy’s face flushed. “It still felt good to make you feel good!”
“Y—Yeah, of course!” Anxiety said, adjusting her sweater and coughing.
It really did. This was, of course, a first for Joy, and she could only hope she had done everything right. And for a reason she couldn’t yet explain, having Anxiety squirming at her hands gave her a rush of confidence and adrenaline. It felt something like power.
“God, Joy…” Joy stood up, and Anxiety gazed up at her with that familiar, revering and adoring expression, now twinged with a hint of sensuality. “You’re so amazing, Joy. That was…so perfect…”
Joy grew sheepish under Anxiety’s intense gaze, and suddenly Anxiety’s face shifted into something more determined. “Let me— Let me…” She sat forward and grasped for Joy’s dress.
“Anxiety, no, you really don’t have to,” Joy said, catching Anxiety’s wrist in a slack hold.
Anxiety shot her head up. “But—But I want to!” she said indignantly. “You deserve it, please, you deserve so much…”
Joy looked over her shoulder, only now remembering where they were and that several others were sleeping next door. Embarrassment shot through her. Were they being loud a few moments ago? She couldn’t remember.
Turning back to Anxiety, she was somewhat surprised that Anxiety wasn’t worried about getting caught by any of the others. If anyone was to be excessively concerned or hesitant to follow through with anything, she thought it would be Anxiety.
“Don’t—Don’t you think…” Joy started, and the stare Anxiety was fixing her with was borderline carnal. “…someone could walk in and…?”
Anxiety shook her head and blinked away apparent frustration. “Of course I’ve thought of that.”
Right, Joy thought, mentally cringing at herself.
“It doesn’t matter, Joy,” Anxiety insisted, sliding off the control board and to her feet. She placed her hands on Joy’s hips and lightly pushed her back towards the chair. “Please, let me do this for you. I’ll make you feel good.”
Joy’s entire body radiated a fiery hotness, and her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Hearing Anxiety speak this sensually… She felt like she could melt right there. None of it felt real.
Anxiety took a steady hand and rode it up under Joy’s dress, extracting a sharp gasp from her.
“So, so good,” Anxiety rasped. “I promise, please… You deserve it…”
Joy’s legs hit the chair, and all she could do was watch Anxiety plead to her, entranced. Her train of thought was clouded and the only thing reverberating in her brain was Anxiety’s incredibly enticing, captivating voice. She swallowed thickly, forcing a shallow breath out of herself when remembering the need to breathe.
Images of Anxiety flashed through Joy’s mind— Above her, domineering, fucking into her mercilessly. She gasped and placed a hand over her mouth, face hot. Her knees buckled, allowing Anxiety to lightly push her into the chair.
Joy couldn’t look at anything but Anxiety; she couldn’t think about anything but Anxiety. Once again, like magic, their circumstances slipped away like a bad dream, and Joy forgot where they were. She gripped the chair’s armrests and licked her lips, watching Anxiety as she mounted her.
“Nothing matters but you,” Anxiety whispered, pulling up Joy’s dress cautiously. “Nothing. You’re everything, you—“ Her eyelids fluttered. “I need you to feel good. I need to make you feel good.”
The more Anxiety spoke, the more tension built up inside of Joy. She was so sexy like this, begging in that ridiculously tantalizing voice. Joy squeezed her legs together, trembling.
Anxiety’s eyes bore into hers. “Trust me.”
If Anxiety herself was able to cast aside all external worries and potential outcomes, just for the sake of Joy… Who else was she supposed to trust?
“Touch me,” Joy whispered.