A short Sentinel story involving Blair, a shower, sentinel hearing, and the concept of revenge.

Codes/ratings/warnings:  no pairing, Rish
 

Truth and Consequences
By Melissa
 

Okay, so it's about 8pm, and I've just got back to the loft after an *unbelievable* day, and I'm in the shower, getting rid of all the accumulated grime, and, well, I'm jerking off.  Hey, everyone does it, it's a normal bodily function, y'know?

Anyway, I'm thinking about this student, beautiful, y'know, like Vogue beautiful, and I'm feeling guilty about it, sure, but I figure it's harmless - I'd never act on it, and hell, it's not like I'm going to be called up in front of the board for masturbating in the shower.  So I'm picturing her naked, sucking me off, and *bam* - right before the crucial moment, *he* pops into my mind.

That ever happen to you?  You're jerking off, and all of a sudden, right before you come, soemthing really shocking occurs to you, something forbidden, something really out there.  And you freak, try and push it to the back of your mind, try to think of something else, but it keeps coming back.  So, after a while, you give up and go with it, let it turn you on.  Worry about feeling guilty later.

So, after a couple of fruitless attempts at picturing Lisa - and another couple featuring Pamela Anderson and Cindy Crawford - I give up and go with it.

So I'm picturing *Jim* going down on me, *Jim* naked, *Jim* on top of me -

Which is very weird, because although I'm not exactly the poster boy for heterosexual America - hell, growing up with Naomi, who would be? - I never thought of *Jim* like that.  I mean, I know what people say behind our backs sometimes, and I've seen Jim's reaction to it, but I never actually seriously entertained the thought of me and him getting horozontal, you know?  Jim's just *Jim*, and so straight it's almost painful, and the thought never even crossed my mind.  He needs me to be his guide, and so I am, but that's *all* I am.

Shit.

And my hand's going faster, harder, and I'm just about to come, and then *bam*!

The sonofabitch turns the hot water water on in the kitchen and I get pelted with cold water so hard I'm sure it's going to leave bruises.

And all I can think is, well, *duh*...!  Wakey, wakey, Blair, Jesus *Christ*, wake up and smell the fucking coffee - I can't believe I didn't click before - he must be able to hear me, or smell me, or *something* -

Why did I never think of this?  God, I'm his fucking guide, I know his senses and his limitations and his abilities better than anyone - how could I have missed this?  Of course he can hear it, though that probably isn't what got his attention, it was probably the *smell*, the pheromones.

Christ.  How embarrassing.  Thirty four years old, and caught jerking off in the shower.

What a shit.  He could at least have ignored it, made like he didn't notice.  God.  Oh well, at least I can be sure he can't have any idea I was thinking about him, unless he's added mind reading to his list of talents since this morning.  I guess this must just be his way of entertaining himself.  Sick fuck.

I s'pose you've gotta laugh, really.

I guess the only thing now is to think up the perfect revenge.  Oh, I'll spend some time on it.  I want it to be just right.

Heh.  He'll never know what hit him.
 
 
 
 
 

THE END.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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