Disclaimer One: You guys should know this one by now.
C'mon sing it with me. These ladies and gents are property of Minerva. Don't be a rude ass
and use them without permission. Watch that high note there.
Disclaimer Two: Hmm, let's see we have humor, romance, subtext, tension, low on the angst
scale, and there maybe be a few kisses *gasp* between women. So, if you're offended, get
your head out of your ass and try it LOL!
This one takes place a couple of days after SIE. Taylor and Cory are back in the office
and have to deal with their growing attraction while keeping on professional faces. The
conservative Taylor and liberal blonde clash yet again on policy changes and the good for
the agency as a whole.
Dedications: To the one who keeps me grounded and continues to open my eyes to different
perspectives, Camille. A special thanks to my new beta reader Sloane for putting up with
my last minute antics, and to those bards who have become my friends. I'm sure you know
who you are.
On with the show!
~Out of Sight~
(10th installment in Perspectives)
By
Minerva
Copyright© Minerva 2000
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Chapter XXVII: Another Kind of Sleeping Pill
The dark sheets slid across the bed and its occupant with a sensuous whisper, while the
still air was disturbed by the dark woman's exasperated sigh. The release of breath
ruffled Taylor's bangs but didn't deter her from playing an erroneous game of connect the
dots with the popcorn ceiling. With a long fingered hand, the admin scratched the top of
her nose before re-linking it with the other hand pillowed behind her head. Pale blue eyes
rolled in irritation when the connective pattern formed into a rough rendition of that
flaky yellow bird, Woodstock. Huffing again, the brunette turned to the side and cringed
at the big red numbers staring back at her from the clock on the nightstand.
3:17am.
The colon in between the numbers blinked with malice, reminding her of the seconds ticking
away. 'Three hours of possible sleep left, and it's all her fault.' Taylor
felt a wry grin tugging at her lips. 'Not that I'm complaining. I just hope I'm not a
bear in the morning, especially on a Monday.'
They had spent the rest of the weekend together talking, laughing, and touching. Taylor
got the feeling that is was remembering the touching part that was keeping her up. She
closed her eyes recalling the scalding heat rolling off satin like skin: the blonde's
cheeks, lips, neck, and shoulders. That night after Cory regained coherence, they made
their way to the couch to talk. Taylor laughed as the blonde drew a mental picture of her
parents' antics. But, it was tinged with sadness. 'Would I have turned out like her
if my parents cared? Would we have had to go through all the subterfuge to get where we
are now? Would I have let her in sooner?' Tired eyes closed as she recalled how
astute green eyes saw through the laughter.
Cory's concerned touch opened a floodgate. With just a caress of her cheek, words spilled
from Taylor's mouth, and it was then that she felt it. The takeover was complete, and her
heart was wide open. The admin heard the words fall from her lips as if from far away.
Hanging her head, Taylor told the blonde caseworker about the pain and the nightmare that
never seemed to go away; about the women she walked out on when they got too close; about
Wendy; about her inability to open up; about everything. Through it all, the touch of the
blonde's small hand was constant, serving as a lifeline and letting the admin know that
the present was in front of her and the past a was as distant as her voice.
It seemed like hours later when she finished a Minerva (The Goddess)