As Biff sank deeper into the role he was carving out for himself in Karyn's life, Karyn found herself unwittingly sinking deeper into his.
She couldn't help it.
It was the contradiction of it. The sense of being big and strong and capable of fighting off anyone in the school if she needed to, but also simultaneously being completely helpless around Sarah McMillan.
Karyn breathed in the scent of Sarah's conditioner as it wafted from the top of the cheerleader's head and into Karyn's nostrils. She took in the sight of this small, delicate person who was being protected by Karyn's big, strong arm. And the sound of Sarah's voice. The more she heard it, the deeper she was drawn, the more hypnotized she became by it.
With every word she spoke, Sarah was slowly re-wiring the pathways in Karyn's brain, teaching them to release just a little bit of dopamine at every syllable. Burrowing deeper and deeper into who Karyn was, and molding that person around a life with Sarah.
And it's not like Sarah was a shrinking violet. She was the one orchestrating most of the conversation. Every topic always lead back to her, and if it didn't then she changed the topic.
She's been so mean to me. Somehow Karyn didn't quite identify this voice in her head as her own.
But she's so sexy. A different voice. A voice that felt more true.
I need to talk to Jon. The first voice wavered.
Jon has never made me feel this good.
The hint of a protest from the first voice arose, but didn't manage to formulate itself.
"Ugh," Sarah pulled at her top. "I need to go bra shopping again this weekend, I think I grew another cup size."
And suddenly all eyes at the table were on Sarah's bust. The male eyes, and the female eyes, and especially Karyn's eyes, which couldn't help but overlay the fresh memory of what Sarah's breasts looked like only so recently, encased only in a lacy pink bra.
A heat grew between Karyn's eyebrows the longer she stared. Everyone else at the table could imagine what Sarah looked like in just a bra. But Karyn knew. And she knew that the right to see them belonged to only her.
"Biff," Sarah said as she placed a hand on Karyn's muscular chest, "you'll come with me, won't you?"
And the smell of Sarah's hair wafted up into Karyn's nose once again at the movement. And it met the sight of Sarah's pouting face looking up at Karyn. And they both merged with the sound of Sarah's voice to launch a joint offensive against what was left of Karyn's original neural pathways, burrowed themselves directly into the core of Karyn's brain, and re-wrote permanently her relationship with Sarah McMillan.
"Of course, Babe." Karyn wrapped her great arm just a little more tightly around Sarah's form. "Anything for you."
There wasn't any other answer to give.
