Warnings: I am laaaaaaame. And also on crack, Y/Y?
Pairings: Mia/Sheba. It's better than it sounds. (Okay, no, not really.)
Rating: PG for implied sexual situations. Or images. Images of situations.
Notes: Drabble request for Azalee, who is pretty much the coolest person ever. "Orrr -- HEY, I GOT ANOTHER CRACKY PAIRING : Mia/Sheba. ... With Mia topping if possible (I know Sheba tops everyone, but in my mind so does Mia, actually.)" This, following several comments from people-who-aren't-Aza agreeing that, yes, Sheba tops everyone. (Conversely, Felix is bottom. To everyone.)

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Sheba walked at the back of the group with the Mercury adept from Isaac's group. She leaks a bit of psynergy as they walk, brushing Mia's hand long enough to catch snatches of thoughts. Jenna's leg... healed soon... Ivan, too... Isaac and... Cute Jupiter adept... Out of my head, please.

Sheba pulls her hand back, blushing.

"You know, reading someone's mind without permission is very rude," Mia says. She has a stern look like Sheba imagines a mother might use if she ever caught Sheba with a hand in a jar of treats before dinner.

Sheba latches onto the first blackmail she can, out of habit from being around Jenna too much, "So, which Jupiter adept were you talking about?" then grabs Mia's hand. Honestly! Mia's mind tells her. So, rude. The thoughts are tainted with an affectionate feeling. I hardly trust someone like you to sleep in anyone else's inn room tonight.

Sheba smiles. "You could have just asked," she says, which is a lie. She has shot down Ivan several times when he politely asked her out. Sheba doesn't have much of an interest in anyone who can't hold his own in a verbal sparring match.

"A lady does not ask to share a room with someone," Mia replies. She does not release Sheba's hand. Sheba does not cut her psynergy, instead accepting every inappropriate image as Mia imagines it.