The heat coiled through her, hooking into her belly, and Meghan couldn't stifle another moan. Her hips moved upwards to meet Elaine's again, everything in her focused on that teasing, delicious friction. Their powers had just become one more thing, had become another part of them that was stroking and touching and pushing her higher. Meghan couldn't really distinguish them from the physical anymore.
"Yeah, well," she managed with a shaky laugh. "I'm a giver." Truth was, at that moment, she'd have done anything Elaine wanted without hesitation. Never in her life had she felt this wanted, this seen, this alive. To make that last? Hell yeah, she'd follow wherever Elaine wanted to go.