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Sheree lay in her bed and distracted herself with math homework. She had spent the morning being upset with herself and wondering where Elliot had wandered off to. He wasn't dressed for classes, and she really hoped he wouldn't be dumb enough to go into the woods alone. After resisting the urge to get up and go looking for him for an hour she pulled out her math book. She was done with yesterday's assigned homework and starting on today's when Elliot stumbled through the door. He didn't stumble, so much as open the door and fall forward into the room. It was only because of Sheree's quick reaction that he didn't hit the floor. She caught him and held him upright as she looked him over.

He had obviously been in a fight, she could tell by the scratches on his arms and back, as well as the ruined state of his clothing. His shirt had a large, ragged hole in the back of it and a long, jagged tear down the front. His pants and shoes were scraped badly as if he had been dragged by something. Elliot himself was unconscious.

Sheree lifted him into the air with her right hand and removed the ruined clothing with her left hand. When she was done everything but his boxers was on the floor beside his bed. She smiled to herself for being able to manipulate her powers this well now. It was only days ago that this was impossible for her.

"You stupid, stupid boy. You get mad so you storm off and try to get yourself killed," she thought as she wiped the dirt off of him with his washcloth.

She laid him on his bed to sleep off his exhaustion. He didn't appear to have any injuries other than the cuts and bruises. That was until he coughed and blood spurted from his mouth and spattered across his pillow. That was when she noticed how labored his breathing was. In a panic she scanned him with her pendant and checked his vital stats. The words punctured lung brought her world to a screeching halt.

Oh god, he's gonna die, she thought as she started to reach out to him. She pulled her hands back, unsure of what to do next. She knew he needed help immediately, but how soon would someone get here to save him. Would he drown in his own blood by then? Why was his life always in danger? She thought about the last time she had saved his life. It was because they had ranked up that he was healed, she theorized. So in theory, all she had to do now was force him to rank up.

"I hope you don't hate me for this," she said aloud as she stripped down to her black brief style panties and got into his bed. Sitting with her hands resting on her knees and her feet under her butt she looked at Elliot and tried to decide what was the best thing to do. She didn't want to get on top of him, in case that made matters worse. They had to make significant physical though.

"Think," she said and banged her palm against her forehead, she was running out of time.Elliot made a gurgling sound and several bubbles of blood formed and popped in his open mouth.

In a rushed decision, she lay down beside him and reached into his boxers and took him into her hand.

"Impressive," she couldn't help saying as he took up her entire palm.

"Please heal, please heal," she repeated as she stroked his hardening manhood. She felt hopeful when he stopped wheezing and his breathing eased.

Sheree couldn't believe how stiff his erection had gotten as her arm began to burn. I can't keep this up, she thought as she began to breathe heavily. Elliot started making some sounds next, she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or just a dream he was having. It was better than the death rattle he had just let out though. When his eyes opened Sheree yipped in glee. She started to let him go at that point, but his hand shot down to hers. Without a word he wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand in the rhythm he liked. She obliged, now staring into his deep brown eyes. They had moved from an emergency situation, to a pleasure session. She kissed him deeply next. They had crossed into new territory now and it was too late to pretend she didn't want him. His tongue greeted hers like an old friend as they danced around between their wet mouths.

In an unexpected burst of speed and power,Elliot flipped Sheree so that her legs were now next to his face. Sheree gave a surprised wooo, as she was manhandled. Elliot's fingers teased her over the fabric of her panties. He traced her lips and felt how hot she was for him. She shuddered when his thumb grazed over her clit.

"Take them off," Sheree said to him and raised her hips.

Elliot grabbed her panties at the waistband and slowly slid them down. When he saw her glistening garden his heart rate quickened. A sticky trail of her wetness clung to her panties as they peeled away from her awaiting temple.

If Sheree wasn't so aroused she would've been embarrassed when Elliot touched the wetness in her panties and rubbed it between his thumb and index finger. At the moment it just fueled the fire between her legs. Elliot began raking his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs.

Just touch it," Sheree thought as he teased her. She began twisting her hand as she stroked him to see if that affected him in any way. When his body tensed up and his breathing started coming in short bursts she knew she was onto something.

Elliot, feeling his climax approaching, began to rub her clit with his left thumb. Sheree began moaning in a high pitch he had never heard before. Loving the sound she was making, Elliot slowly pushed his right index finger into her tight cavern. Sheree had to bury her face in his mattress to keep the entire campus from hearing her. When she climaxed, her entire body went rigid and then she shook violently as she soaked Elliots fingers. The entirety of it was overwhelming for Elliot and he climaxed as well.

"Eww," Sheree said as she sat up and inspected her hand after several minutes of regaining her composure.

"Yeah, we're gross," Elliot said as he pulled her down to him and wrapped his arms around her.

"We should definitely shower," Sheree said without attempting to move. She was finally back in the embrace she had been yearning for since she lost it.

"After a quick nap," Elliot said and tightened his hold over her.

"We can stay like this forever," Sheree said and kissed his forearm.

The voice in her head was screaming at her to pull away, telling her she was setting herself up to be hurt. Sheree didn't care though, she ignored the voice and enjoyed the moment. If pain followed this then at least she got to experience, whatever this was. She thought as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.