Malcom, Thea and Laurel stood in Thea's room in Nanda Parbat.
"Thea, with Sara back the darkness inside you will be gone."
"Just like that?" Said Thea.
"What happens to my sister" said Laurel.
"She will be consumed by the angry souls that have been washed in the pit."
Laurel fell to her knees and cried, she knew she wanted her sister back, but at what cost? She got up and walked back to her room without another word. She had some files to attend to anyway.
Malcom left soon after, leaving Thea alone in her room. Sleep took her after some time, but her dreams soon began to haunt her.
Thea heard the door open and shut. She could hear the lite movement of someone tip toeing towards her. It was a flutter, like the sound a bird makes as it hops.
Thea felt someone get into bed with her and she turned around slowly to see it was only Sara.
"Sara? What are you doing here?" Thea slurred.
"For you, Thea," said Sara and before Thea could say anything else she straddled her.
That's when Thea knew what was happening. Sara's lust wasn't for violence, but for love. Thea always wanted Sara for herself, but Laurel and Nyssa always got in the way.
"Sara, claim me," begged Thea.
Sara took off her shirt, setting the canaries free. Thea brushed her hand against them and they began to perk and chirp. Thea liked when they chirped.
"Whose a pretty bird?" Asked Thea.
"I'm the pretty bird," Sara answered. She kissed Thea on the lips and nipped at her neck. Thea's body shuddered with bliss. Thea now taking charge, pushed Sara down and now it was Thea straddling Sara. She kissed her neck, nibbled on Sara's ears and kissed her again and again, Thea was lost in her own lust that she bit Sara's lip playfully.
"Even seeing you down in that coffin, I knew I wanted you, have always wanted you and will always want you, Sara," Thea said in between kisses.
Thea removed Sara's pants and couldn't believe how perfect her pelvic dimple was.
Thea took two fingers and traced the outline of the dimple, causing Sara to moan in pleasure. Suddenly Thea made a fist and into the Lazarus Pit she went.
Sara gasped aloud, her back arched from the pure intensity of it.
"I call this the Cheshire Paw," said Thea smilingly.
Sara tried to speak but she found it was hard to talk or even think when the paw was at work. Thea clawed through the Pit with strokes that seemed to last an eternity. At last the waters of the pit came forth and her lust was satisfied or so Thea believed.
Without warning Sara grabbed Thea and tossed her back onto the bed. Thea looked into Sara's eyes and could see the lust was still there like a fire burning bright on a cold winter night.
Sara didn't speak, but simply pecked her body from her neck traveling down to Thea's Verdant. She pecked with such passion that Thea was transported to a plane of existence that was beyond comprehension. Suddenly, Thea could feel all the liquor bottles in the club begin to explode sending the sweet nectar of the gods flowing and that's when Sara knew that the club was now closed and with it her lust.
Thea could see that it was Sara, the Sara she knew and had killed not long ago, but that was water under the bridge.
"My name is Sara and I remember everything," she said.
The first thing Sara did was lay beside Thea, wrapping her arms around her and giving the Queen a little peck on the cheek.
Thea liked it, she felt safe for the first time in years, but this feeling wouldn't last long, however, as the door burst open.
"Thea Queen! What are you doing with my beloved?" said Nyssa.
To be continued...
