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She couldn"t stand looking up at her own libido.
It preened with flourish in front of her bedroom mirror. Catty. Coy. An oxymoron.
It made the pit of her stomach burn. Surely those Lady Godiva curls were enchanted with pheromones of a sort? The reflected Emotion winked to her in a borrowed composition of fairytale images she"d somehow repurposed to fit her ideal of Desire.
And it lived up to that. A little too well.
She thought out loud, surveying the billowy negligee that left well, next to nothing to imagination.
“...I can"t let Scot see you, me, like this,” Arms thrown out at the magickal apparition. “Tyler, or Bode. Friends, family - anyone!”
Desire understood Kinsey, just as well as Fear. Even as she could not speak, the pout on Desire"s lips (had they ever been that plump?) let itself known. No, that part of her was not all too pleased.
But it didn"t fight about it either. And at last, she had some semblance of respite from what had been an overwhelming, burning, need.
She didn"t want to do it with Scot before he left for England. It wouldn"t be the right backdrop for her first time. And the night terrors, wet or not, revealed another, painful, object of desire entirely. It hurt. It was too early to see his - or was it, their face, now?
Shameful. Kinsey"s face burned. She refused her uncle"s offering of taking the memories of whatever she thought she"d had with a demon out of her mind. How was she supposed to forget. How could she?
Desire moved like a tigress without teeth towards her. Declawed, and outsourced – the little niggle at the back of her head as to what she again had done - withdrawing the key with Desire in tow, was abruptly shut up, as the pureness of her singular Emotion leaned down, and planted a kiss to her forehead
An idea sparked in her head.
“Okay, hold on just a sec-” The now, seeming perpetual pout presented with baby blue eyes following her search around the room, until she stopped at last by the night stand to retrieve with a perfectly ordinary key from the locked compartment – a book.
Even if Desire was now a tenant in Keyhouse and not her head. Hopefully her Emotion would extract some joy from smut. Genius.
This time she would do right by the somatic life that dwelt inside her. Even if the thing had to be put in a cage, she would see to it that it"d be gilded. Self-abnegating Fear running a search&destroy on Eden Hawkins made for a lesson.
She handed the light read over to Desire who had sat herself on the bed, now knowing well;
Repressed Emotions always returned with a vengeance.