Tick, tick, tick. The circle moved mere millimeters every few seconds, but the time would fly once she began. She hoped. Oh, her hoodie, and his hands were warm her shirt was up good knot not too bad I love you okay yes like tanning on the beach right I really love you though and now... Eva had reached for his free hand after he proved he had a notepad, and gave it a squeeze - maybe for luck, maybe in thanks. Or maybe just to steel her nerves.
As for astrology, his remarks had struck a different set of nerves. The both of them where know-it-alls, but in this instance Zap was forced to yield for logic's sake. He was literally the teacher. And she intended to prove she knew more than he thought and that sometimes supermarket checkouts were romantic informative.
Enjoy... sensation... hopefully... Zap's eyelids fluttered shut as she suddenly recalled his words that she'd somehow mismanaged in her brain's important messages department. He took her clothes off so she could enjoy sensations... Mi luna had bared witness.
Tick, tick, click. The clock struck in her body, chimes clanging around in the belltower of her temple. The light shimmered down and Zap focused every bit of her mostly undivided attention on connecting to her celestial siren. Her heart was beating faster than she anticipated, and it felt like it was pushing energy through her with each thump. Literal energy. It was breathtaking in the best and worst ways. It was her turn now. Convert the glistening, cool, seductive light into raw electricity... Easy. Smol.
"My chest." It was a note. "It happens under my ribs..." The actual conversion. Her heart was pounding, and her skin felt tingly... like the sensation Casper described ('That funny feeling when your foot falls asleep? I think I'm made of that'). "My back..." Less of a note, more of a complaint. The nerve center of her mutant body was sputtering under the bones of her spinal column. She felt like she needed a jump start, which was ironing considering she was attempting something akin. Tick, tick, tick... Her shoulders flexed, opening her ribcage to allow more room for air and possibly actual moonlight? She tossed her glasses to the floor just before grasping either side of her head, physically attempting to make her brain cooperate. It was maddening - heart, mind, soul, body, core, brain, hands? What was her focal point? What was her mantra? Her hair began to sizzle, and a bolt shot down her stressed back.
"Hey!" she squeezed her head, but was grinning as her hair whipped around her face with excited static. "Mi luna me da grandes regalos..." She felt like she was standing next to a generator. Or sitting on one. "Mi luna me da grandes regalos." More conviction. A little longer...
"I don't know when to stop!" She couldn't really hear over the crackling. "You might want to step back!" Zap took a knee, then knelt fully, and her forehead became cast in shadow. She was taking in every bit that she could before her body was surpassed. The lamps nearby made terrible buzzer sounds as they flickered, but only the nearest one blew out. One last push of her heart, lungs, diaphragm and back caused a wave of light to flash over her core, both cool white and deep, hot indigo. Zap's hands fell from her head and her arms rested at her sides while she panted. Only the bottoms of her up-turned feet were touched by moonlight.
"It worked... It worked, sort of. I didn't... factor..." She felt... drunk. A little drunk. "I should have been more prepared." She opened her eyes and sought out Mr. Zale. "Oh, are you okay?"