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Ava sometimes gets overstimulated physically
Her sense of touch went from ‘full volume needed to get even a hint of sensation’ to ‘full sensation at least volume and you broke the dial at full’. Bea first discovers this when she comes home to find Ava in Bea’s oldest most worn sweatshirt (one of the few remaining possessions she has). It’s super comfy. Which is exactly why Ava stole it.
“Is that my sweater?” Beatrice is so shocked to see Ava’s fully bare shoulder peeking out, that she speaks without thinking. “Are you naked under it?!”
Ava shrugs it off playfully. “Yeah, of course. It’s the softest thing we have and everything is just very… everything.”
“Very what?” Beatrice cocks her head.
“All of the things. Soft, hard, cold, hot. I feel like my skin’s doing so many things it’s going to make me dizzy.” Beatrice’s eyes soften. “I love it. Just sometimes I wish I could turn it down, a bit.”
“You’re overstimulated,” Beatrice’s voice is gentle in understanding. “Of course. I, I should have known.”
Ava smiles. “How could you?”
“Well,” Beatrice pauses for a second to stare in Ava’s eyes, “I know now. Is there anything else you’d like? To make it more comfortable.”
“Anything?” Ava sounds hopeful.
“Yes Ava, anything you’d like.” The words are laden with unspoken vow.
Ava’s smile blossoms into a grin and Beatrice discovers her favourite flower moments before she has a heart attack. For surely watching Ava pull down her pants and underwear, leaving her covered (barely) only by Beatrice’s oldest and most worn sweater, is sufficient cause for a heart attack. “Thank fuck!” Ava crows as she strips all but that unbearably thin, unbearably short sweater off. It’s hem hangs tauntingly just below the firm roundness of Ava’s ass. “I know polite society is all about the clothes but you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be naked today.”
Beatrice makes a vague dying noise of spontaneous agreement. She, too, has wanted Ava naked today. She just didn’t realize how much until now. Some distant voice Beatrice almost recognizes as her own asks, “are you going to leave the sweater on?”
Ava nods, prancing into the bedroom with her empty clothes to put them in the hamper exactly like Beatrice (typically) wants. Beatrice is a little distracted by other wants right now. Sinful, delightful wants. “Yeah, it really is super soft.” Ava’s out of the kitchen but Beatrice can picture her beautiful eyes lighting up with joy.
“Thank fuck,” Beatrice prays with extreme gratitude for the limitation on dangerous temptation.
Ava hums and pops her head around the door. “Sorry, did you say something?”
Beatrice gives her a tight smile. “Nothing important. Now, what should we cook for supper tonight?”
Ava shines, as she always does in Beatrice’s eyes, at the endless possibilities.