A different Cheshin

He was more than thirsty. He sensed the hunger coming from Nepal. The kitchen was well stocked with fresh fruits and protein bars. One never knew when a psychic would come into their own. Emergency carbs, sugar and sports drinks were handy. “If nothing else, psychic abilities use a lot of energy,” Cheshin reflected while assessing the pantry.

“They certainly do,” Etten voice came up from behind. He pressed close, and wrapped himself around Cheshin.

Cheshin felt the warmth emanating from Etten. “What are you doing?”

Etten feigned shock, “why, I'm only here because you need me.”

Cheshin spun around in Ettens arms and was greeted with a long and passionate kiss. He returned the affection with an appetite. Out of breath, he released the lip lock and gasped for air. “We, we have to...” He started to say they had a job to do, and that they had no time for this, but he was cut off.

“We always have something to do,” Etten complained, leading Cheshin backward to some unknown destination. “I want this to be our time.” He sent a mental knock at the door of Cheshin's mind, and entered without waiting for a reply.

Their love for one another erupted. Each time they came together in this way, it was more powerful than the last. Only, this time it was very different. Etten felt the strength within Cheshin like never before, and Cheshin could see it through Etten's eyes. Cheshin could see Etten had not changed, but he was seen different, because Cheshin was seeing Etten in a different light. Something had changed in Cheshin. It was a powerful view. This feeling of being whole, belonging to one other, both physically and mentally. Their blood and hearts beating as one giant of themselves. They gave into each other and rocked the very foundation in which they formed their bond.

They fell apart from one another and hit the floor. They were in the hall. Kefen and Dru were leaning against the wall grinning at the lovers.

“Hungry?” Kefen asked.

Etten got up first saying, “yes, I was. So was he.”

“We could tell,” Dru smarted, still smiling.

“I'd better get Nepal something to eat,” Cheshin grabbed Ettens arm and raised himself up. “He's hungry, too.”

“Let's get ready,” Dru snapped the order. “Jueqel's out there.”

“How long were we at this?” Etten asked.

Kefen spoke pointedly, “long enough to make the entire house aware of your desires. Even the non-telepaths could hear your moaning.”

“It was stimulating,” a female voice came from the elevator as its doors were closing.

Dru laughed, “yes, it was. I get the feeling it will spread.” He looked knowingly at Kefen. “Maybe Nepal is doing this? Now, let's get ready.”