The moment Spike's hand connects with the bee, Sunshine lurches as if she's the one who's been struck. She feels like she's been struck - no, worse than that. It's not just painful, it feels like… like a violation. Gasping for air, she tracks the bee's trajectory as it tumbles through the air, five feet away, ten… and then a new pain yanks at her heart, and she stumbles after the bee as if it has her on a leash.
"Gods!" she says, and she can hear the bee cry, "No!"
Wings flapping, the bee manages to right itself and reverse its trajectory, zipping back towards Sunshine. It hits her square in the chest, right in the little crescent formed by her overlapping scars, its legs pricking her skin through the fabric of her shirt - and it is an unspeakable relief to have it there, where it belongs. She cups one palm over its fuzzy little body, carefully, wanting to keep it close but not wanting to crush it. Her other hand grabs the back of the nearest chair, and she stares right through the polished wooden table while she tries to catch her breath. Shiva, she's shaking. What in the hell was that?
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"Gods!" she says, and she can hear the bee cry, "No!"
Wings flapping, the bee manages to right itself and reverse its trajectory, zipping back towards Sunshine. It hits her square in the chest, right in the little crescent formed by her overlapping scars, its legs pricking her skin through the fabric of her shirt - and it is an unspeakable relief to have it there, where it belongs. She cups one palm over its fuzzy little body, carefully, wanting to keep it close but not wanting to crush it. Her other hand grabs the back of the nearest chair, and she stares right through the polished wooden table while she tries to catch her breath. Shiva, she's shaking. What in the hell was that?