Jane sat in the chair across from Dawn, staring into the mirrors of her glassy, fractionated eyes. The gentle tick of a metronome sounded from somewhere behind them, and they slowly rocked back and forth to the beat, bodies matching each swaying movement.
They weren't perfect mirrors. They knew that. Dawn's lithe frame and pale blue eyes that nearly became silver-grey in some light did not match Jane's green eyes and curvy body.
They also knew it did not matter.
Miss Faun had put them into trance. Miss Faun had told them they were becoming mirrors, each matching the other.
Goddess had commanded them to obey Miss Faun, and everything Goddess said made sense, therefore whatever Miss Faun told them must also make sense.
"Good girls," Miss Faun murmured from somewhere behind Jane. If she wasn't a mirror she might have turned to look. She might have reacted to the praise with a little blush or smile. But Dawn did not turn, so she could not turn.
Jane felt fingers run down her arm, and when she shivered at the familiar touch, Dawn shivered as well. She felt her bonelessly relaxed hand being lifted, and watched Dawn's arm move in sync, eventually coming up to just above shoulder level.
"Hold," Miss Faun said.
Jane could see Miss Faun moving out of the corner of her eye, until she was standing behind Dawn. Watched her gently tilt Dawn's neck to the side, mirroring the movement with her own head.
Jane heard Dawn whimper softly at the kiss to her neck, and whimpered in time as she felt the phantom kisses on her own skin.
"That's right. Everything you feel, the mirror feels. Everything you do, the mirror does."
Miss Faun took Dawn's raised arm and moved it until it was cupping Jane's cheek tenderly, and Jane moved until she was cupping Dawn's face as well.
"Each time you mirror each other, you're going to be drawn a little closer."
They both stood, keeping their hands in place. Shuffling their feet to come a bit closer. Elbows and wrists bending just slightly.
"As you get closer, you can feel yourself going a little deeper."
Jane wasn't sure which of them gave a soft little whimper, but the other matched it, and they shuffled closer again.
"Good girls." Miss Faun lifted Dawn's other arm, and brought it to rest on Jane's hip as Jane matched her.
They shuffled closer.
Jane could feel her eyelids growing heavy, and Dawn's lidded eyes seemed to say the same. Each of them growing fuzzier. Each of them going deeper. No thoughts. Just mirrors. Actions and reactions. Blank and obedient, just as they should be.
They shuffled closer. Jane's arm was bent almost completely in against her chest now, her elbow tucked under the swell of her breast. Dawn's warm breath tickled the skin of her neck, and they didn't even consciously realize they had begun to breathe in time.
They were so close now.
"I'm going to tilt Jane's head," Miss Faun murmured. "You are going to kiss your mirror, and hold each other as you sink down. You will support each other as you guide your mirror down to the floor."
Jane felt her head being adjusted, and then the touch of Dawn's soft lips, the familiar taste just a bit more intoxicating than usual as their arms wrapped around each other's necks and backs.
"Sink down," Miss Faun commanded, and they began to ease each other down to the floor.
"When you reach the floor, you will find yourself melting into your mirror, and your mirror melting into you. Finding a comfortable position for each of you, and then...DROP."
They entwined themselves on the floor, supporting each other, cuddled and comfortable.
Warm and content with the weight and feel of Dawn's body against hers, Jane let herself fade away. Her mind was as glassy, slick, and blank as the mirror she had become, and she was safe in the arms of one she loved, and the power of another.