Looking around and seeing no sign of her she heard the shower going and the door slightly ajar. She took a step forward and stopped. Seeing Terra naked and wet? Was that really a smart choice? But listening for a moment she could tell that something was wrong by the way the water was falling down, she could hear it hitting Terra’s skin, but delayed, almost like she wasn’t standing...
Worried that there might be something wrong, Katerina steeled herself and pushed the door open a few inches, peeking in. Then she pushed it so it swung wide and stepped in.
“Terra?! Terra what’s wrong?” She grabbed the knob and shut the freezing cold water off, her lips turning blue, “mother moon you look freezing. Here.”
She grabbed the closest towel and wrapped it around her, genius eyes concern in her face as she rubbed the towel on her arms to warm her up and found her skin giving off heat, despite her teeth chattering. She hugged the girl with the towel, trying to get her to stand. She hadn’t even look down yet. She didn’t want to mix concern with arousal.
“Hey Terra, can out hear me? Talk to me. What happened?” She asked, both out of concern as herself and her therapist. It wouldn’t be until she dragged Terra to her feet and could wrap the towel better around her body that she had to look down and stopped frozen in her tracks, staring at what dangled between her legs.
“Is that a...?” She paused, looking up at Terra’s face. Fuck it, nows not the time to ask how the hell she has a cock. I have to get her out of this trance.
“Terra? Terra please talk to me,” she tried to reach her, standing there holding her up. Words weren’t doing much. Holding her didn’t seem to be helping any either.
“Terra,” she whispered, afraid of what this might be. She knew most mental conditions. This ticked the boxes for quite a few, but PTSD was at the top of her list, along with a panic attack. Was she trapped in a memory? Caught in fear and anxiety? Lost in a time gone past? Or was it something worse?
Kat couldn’t leave her like this. But getting her out of the tub would be a challenge, and picking her up would risk the chance of touching something she shouldn’t. She had to break Terra out of the trance. She had heard a trick that panic attacks could be stopped by holding the breath. But she couldn’t even break through to Terra to ask her to hold her breath, and plugging her mouth and nose could have much worse effects. There was...one other way.
Biting her lip she decided to go for it and gripped Terra’s cheek softly, leaning in and kissing her deeply. One of her books had said people often hold their breath during a kiss. She hoped this would work.