Ben 10 Porn Story: She Cares Chapter 5

I’m back! I particularly like this chapter- it’s my explanation as to why Kevin’s last name is suddenly mentioned as Levin in alien force. It’s always bugged me that he has no last name in the first show, but does suddenly in alien force. So here’s my backstory on this. Have fun.

KPOV

I hated the night.

I got enough sleep during the day. Not that I wanted to sleep at night- the nightmares were that much more likely to come when it was dark. But there was nothing to do at night. No Gwen to tease.

It was amazing to have my own arm back. It made me feel like we were actually getting somewhere with this relative nonsense.

With that thought came a memory, and an idea of just what I could do to pass my time. Did my powers still work like they used to?

I wasn’t going to risk touching energy- not after this fiasco- but what about matter? I never really used it much before because absorbing energy was so much more powerful, but I could pick locks this way. I decided to try it out.

I quick hand on the doorknob to Gwen’s doorknob told me I did still have my powers. It was a simple matter of time before her door was standing open before me.

I hesitated for a moment. What if Gwen woke up? She’d hate me for spying on her. It felt wrong.

But then she started mumbling in her sleep, and my attention was captured.

Most of it was incohereherent- there was a large monologue about an exploding birthday cake- but then what she said started to make a little sense, and it got scary.

“‘mnitrix… aliens… void… v’lgax… ‘leven…”

‘Leven. Eleven. Kevin Eleven?

Was it possible she was dreaming about me? I surely hoped so. The emotions that surged through me were unexpected an unrecognizable, but not unwelcome.

It was cute how she dropped vowels in her sleep. Levin kind of had a nice ring to it. Maybe it was time I forged a few IDs, created a new life for myself.

Gwen sighed in her sleep, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. Gwen had never struck me as a curl girl. I wondered what her hair would look like if she left it straight for once. It would probably be so distracting I wouldn’t be able to think straight.

This was getting out of hand. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this- she was my savior, but that didn’t mean I had any right to consider her anything more than a friend. This had to stop!

I sighed, and left Gwen’s room. Maybe I was still a nightmare, but at least my nightmares would leave me alone for a while.

So this didn’t turn out as well as planned, but I really don’t know what to do about it. It’ll just have to do. I really was going to post this last night, but then I decided to watch Oliver & Company and didn’t have time. Also, it may be a while before I post more- September is my “diligently outline for NaNoWriMo” month, and I’ll be doing more of that and less of typing. Sorry.