"Aaaaaahh!" she startled from the bed in shock, before promptly turning over and lying facedown again, pulling the covers past her ears as she tried to erase what just happened from her mind. Judging from her quick and adept movements, it what clear this was not the first time something like this had happened.
'Oh, my dear Goddess. Of all the things to have dreamt of... Why must it be that darn memory again!?!'
She winced in embarrassment under the covers and drew her hands to her forehead in frustration.
'Arghhhhhhhh!' she moaned low and deep into the mattress sheets.
'I'd thought I'd gotten over it already! And even if I hadn't, I remember I'd pushed that memory so far back into the recesses of my mind, and had it so heavily warded, that it shouldn't have popped up so abruptly into my waking consciousness anymore.'
'Or rather,' Zhexi groaned in complete confusion, 'it just shouldn't have even resurfaced in my mind, period. Waking or asleep.'
In fact, the details surrounding that entire incident should have been nothing but a blur. Nothing should have jogged it out of the deep confines of her mind unless she'd deliberately tried to recall it. After all, she'd put such a tightknit seal on it previously to prevent precisely such an event like this from occurring.
Not even Class 5 Mind Readers should have been able to unearth it from the depths of her mind without her cognitive permission.
Goddess knows she's beyond certain of that fact. Over the long years that Zhexi's been working alongside the Commander, she's become more than familiar with the ins and outs, mechanisms, and limits regarding those talents. She wouldn't have been able to maintain her previous position for long, what with all the classified info she'd been privy to, without mastering the requisite skills needed to keep such secrets under lock and spell, even when under duress from outside forces.
Notwithstanding the case that that particular memory contained no such compromising knowledge, other than her own dubiously, less-than-professional manner of conduct . . .
That entire mission's account and details, including this particularly humiliating incident, should have been firmly shoved into the deepest niches of her mind, and securely warded by the strictest levels of protection, along with all the other top-grade confidential matters she'd learned over the years.'
'So HOW on earth did that memory manage to slip clear of its confines and appear in one of my dreams?'
"Well, I don't blame you, darling. I mean, if I were given such a front-row seat to a strip tease by such a delicious morsel of a specimen, my subconsciousness would be salivating all over him in my dreams as well." an amused voice drawled over from the side of her head.
Sitting primly on the edge of Zhexi's pillow was a small sprite approximately the size of Zhexi's palm. Lush, long locks of a platinum gold sheen could be seen framing the sprite's angular face, where it was then gathered into a thick heavy braid over her left clavicle and left to dangle onto the edge of the mattress spread. The sprite's hypnotic cat-like eyes were currently crinkled in mirth as she removed her dainty fingers from her smirking, cerulean-painted lips to blow a lazy raspberry at Zhexi, after dropping such an appalling line.
Zhexi quite nearly spluttered in indignation as she flipped the sheets away.
"That was NOT a strip tease! He was only just too eager to dump all of his sweaty clothing onto me for washing, since I was a fellow GUY in that scenario," she insisted vehemently.
"And especially since I'd just lost a bet to him wagering exactly such a chore," she continued. "Who knew why the Mother Goddess decided it would be a wise idea to transform me into a male in our mission down in the Mortal Planes. Gosh, I blame him entirely for that whole fiasco. If it weren't for him always treating me like one of his male buddy-buddies, The Great Mother probably wouldn't have ever gotten such a ridiculous notion in her mind."
"I see you didn't dispute the salivating part though, throughout your entire rant," the pixie lifted her eyebrows in a suggestive leer at Zhexi, before smoothly turning away to resume the inspection of her nails under the weak early morning sunlight streaming in through the canopy.
Zhexi rolled her eyes at the small fairy's insistent claim.
"I'd never be so uncivilized as to drool, and certainly not at the memory of that guy's naked mortal counterpart," here she directs a withering glare at the sprite before continuing defeatedly, "it isn't even his real body, or his real self, just a husk that his soul inhabited for the short term of a mortal's life when he reincarnated his spirit into the Mortal Planes for that goddamned mission."
"The lengths we had to go to in order to keep that mission and our participation under wraps," Zhexi slides a hand over her forehead in regret at the memory.
"I still don't know whether choosing to seal our immortal memories and going through the natural reincarnation process of the Mortal Planes, with just the barest hint of our mission's objective in our consciousness, was the best choice."
Zhexi took to massaging the bridge of her nose as she leaned back onto her side at the support of her elbow as she remembered that mortifying experience all over again.
"Anyway, the form he took on then has nothing do to with what his actual immortal appearance looks like in real life. Goodness knows the infant I was reborn into grew up to bear no laudable resemblance to my own physical traits, never mind that it was entirely the wrong gender."
"You tell yourself that, dear," the sprite responded back with a patronizing tone and a knowing expression on her face as she lifted her small hand to give a quick pat at the flowing ends of Zhexi's inky black locks that were within reach, while still maintaining her languid perch cemented at the end of the pillow.
"But it doesn't change the fact that his mortal counterpart was such a sexy hunk of a man that you couldn't help yourself and participated in some, let's say, very releasing self-pleasure, after having seen his trousers pulled off," the sprite's long fingers reached up once again to cover her grinning mouth, as she spouted these scandalous words.
The long line of Zhexi's neck stiffened in outraged shock at this unfiltered pronouncement as the completely unabashed pixie plowed on in her filthy recounting,
"And from what I've seen across the link during that very spicy dream of yours... boy, was that Commander of yours hung," here the pixie dropped her silken lashes in a heavy-lidded gaze as she give her lips a thorough lick at the recalled visual, "Mmmm, very yummy indeed."
Directing her attention back at Zhexi, the sprite found the immortal's poise now even stiffer than before. The small V of her back was now arched up into a dignified pose before the headboard, and her left palm planted flat against the cool sheets, as her gaze locked studiously onto the gauzy, ivory, falling drapes.
Squinting her eyes in consideration, the pixie's lips quirked up in a quick smile as an expression full of mischief flashed across her face.
"Actually~," in a suspicious change of tune, the fairy waited until the immortal's attention was finally back on her before continuing.
"Now that I think of it, your male form wasn't so bad yourself. That lean but fit body. The creamy expanse of skin hidden under your neck beneath that buttoned-up collar. The surprisingly delicate features under those silky smooth dark locks. And that pair of elegant slim hands fondling your cute, erect member..."
The little pixie had been giving Zhexi a slow once-over this entire time, and now at the end of her speech, her sight was planted firmly on the crevice between her thighs.
"Madeline!" Zhexi exclaimed in a discomfited huff as the sprite's continued gaze became more and more bold.
Seeing the heavy glint in the sprite's eyes as she gazed inquisitively at the valley on her lap, Zhexi couldn't help but gather her shift more loosely around her mid-waist as she tried to prevent the shadows of the light shining through the curtains from accenting the lines of her body any further, under the thin fabric of her nightdress.
Madeline let out a loud cackle as the immortal jumped out of her previously rigid pose and her visage swiftly began dyeing red, starting from the tips of her ears to the dips of her collarbone.
"Just imagine, all that tanned skin and rippled muscle on top of your slender form. His heavy, controlled breaths and molten stare at your moaning, quivering, blushing state of arousal. And finally, your small, erect shaft nestled wetly against his own as he brings you off into ecstasy, with your long creamy thighs held tightly against his slapping waist, and his firm buttocks clenched in delectable tightness as he pounds vigorously into you."
"Aahhh~, such wonderful. . . Bromance~" a dreamy expression was plastered all over the pixie's face, "I would sooo pay to see that."
"It's such a pity that you and your Commander didn't get any further in your last mission," the little sprite pouted in disappointment.
"Yes, well, my apologies that past self's demure conduct didn't quite live up to your idyllic male x male BL expectations." Zhexi's sarcastic inflection was in full force as her lips twitched in speechlessness at sprite's wishful lewd imaginations.
"No worries," Madeline shamelessly returned, "we have plenty of time to rectify that, now that we're back at the very start of your adventures again."
"Cheers and carols to an inconceivable, extraordinary, unrefutable second chance at life!" the fairy pumps her arms up in brimming excitement at the prospect.
'Sigh.'
'Great, my life is now reduced to some pixie's midnight entertainment.'
How exactly did Zhixie's life come to this?