Reine furrowed her brow and tried for the third time to read the same page, she could feel a heat rising in her chest and a distracting sense of urgency forcing her to keep her thighs pinned together as she squirmed in place. It was a desperate struggle to work out the dosage they’d taken, it was maths at the best of times, but now it was practically impossible.
She took a quick glance at the bedroom door and immediately regretted it, thoughts and images flooding her mind. She knew damn well what she’d be doing right now if she wasn’t searching for an antidote and given she’d left Mori alone in her room it was almost certain she was doing it right now.
Then she heard it, a moan, quiet but definitely there, coming from her bedroom. The immense bastion of self control constructed in her mind was nearly overwhelmed by a flood (both figurative and literal) of obscene urges, she almost fell as her knees wobbled, breath now coming out in husky pants.
She absolutely could not think of her friend this way, she could not think of her dear friend Mori Calliope lying in her bed, only a few meters behind her, moaning in ecstasy as her hands ran over her body. It would be horrendously wrong for Reine to imagine Mori pulling down her top to expose her chest, her left hand pinching her nipple as she bites her lip, right hand buried between her thighs.
