1. A Presence Felt - Part 2


    Date: 7/14/2024, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Obsolete_Fox 

    ... bit. Adrian leaned forward, clasping his hands before him. "I can't be your therapist any longer," he said. "I'll refer you to someone who will be able to help you more than I've managed to."

Her smile vanished altogether. "Adrian..."

He hurried on before she could say anything else. "I want to apologize for what I did last night. I violated my professional obligation to you, and I also violated your trust. I never thought I was the kind of man who would behave in such a way."

"It wasn't your fault!" Stella cried. "I told you that spirit has the power to... to make us do things."

Adrian's smile was bitter. "You asked me if I wanted to stay, and I told you yes. That was no spirit talking."

"I threw myself at you," she insisted. "I wanted it to happen. I'm the one who should apologize!" She was growing more agitated by the second. The last thing Adrian wanted was to make her feel responsible for his wrongdoing.

"You think you're the first client who's thrown herself at me? It's called transference, and we therapists are trained to expect it and to deal with it in an appropriate manner. I always have before. But now?" He held up his hands, feeling utterly defeated.

"Now you're no longer my therapist," Stella pointed out, her voice growing calmer. "Will you please come sit next to me so we can talk about last night? We owe each other that much, don't we?" When Adrian didn't respond, she hurried to add, "And I promise that after today, I'll never bother you ...
    ... again."

His clinical demeanor crumbled at her words. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms, to hold and comfort her. Instead, he murmured, "You have never been a bother to me, sweetheart. But I hate myself right now, and I'm questioning who I am, along with every belief I've held for most of my life."

"Please come here." Stella held out her hand, and Adrian couldn't resist her pleading gaze. Wordlessly, he rose and joined her on the couch. Unable to stop himself, he reached for the collar of her turtleneck and gently pulled it downward, revealing the hickey he'd left on her skin.

"Christ," he muttered, overcome by another wave of self-loathing.

"It's okay." Stella tried to cover his hand with hers, but he quickly pulled away. They sat in uncomfortable silence for several seconds before she cleared her throat. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Adrian couldn't suppress his grin. "Ask away. I don't think we can get any more personal than we did last night."

Stella snickered, then cupped a hand over her mouth, as if embarrassed. That only made Adrian laugh, too. "Speaking of last night," she said, "I was wondering if you've, uh, ever fucked anyone like that before?"

"Never!" Adrian said. "Are you kidding? I had no idea I was even capable of it!"

"And I've never been like that in bed," Stella confessed. "I wasn't being influenced by whatever presence was in that room. You're the one who drove me wild last night, Adrian." Her lips parted, and he ...
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