(NB dom/F sub; amnesia, time dilation)
“Sarah? Sarah!”
Sarah came back to herself with a start. “Oh, sorry, did I zone out? I’m just… what?”
CJ was sitting on the other end of the couch, gazing at her with their head tipped to one side. “CJ, you’re giving me a look. Why are you giving me a look?”
“Who, me?” asked CJ, all innocence. “I’m not giving you a look! We’re just having a normal conversation, right?”
“Right…” answered Sarah uncertainly. Usually when CJ asked a question like that, it was a pretty good clue that they were not, in fact, just having a normal conversation. (Her hands, lightly stroking her sides, moved further under her shirt to begin toying with her nipples. Sarah’s hips responded, stirring slightly.) “I uh, I think we’re having a normal conversation, but something about the way you say that makes me doubt that.”
CJ smiled that long, slow smile that sent shivers down Sarah’s spine. “Don’t worry about it,” they told her laughingly. “Now, you were telling me about your day?”
