Disclaimer One: These ladies and gents are my creation. They are a combination of
people I have met throughout the years. They can not be used without my permission, and to
do so would just be plain rude.
Disclaimer Two: There is only the mention of violence, a little use of foul language
(dont think of me as a potty mouth), some tension, some laughs and yeah, some
subtext.
This installment of Perspectives takes place directly after the events of See No Evil.
Didnt you all want to know what happened the morning after? (g)
Dedications: (To my Partner) Glad youre feeling better baby. Dont know what I
would do without you. (To an Outstanding Bard) Leans in close--- Pssst! Hey Kodi? Did I
spell everything right? LOL!
This installment is a little light. There are some emotional scenes, but it doesnt
have the dark patches that the other installments did. I hope you enjoy.
Seeing Is Believing
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Chapter XV: Its Not What You Think. . . Really
Barb stared at the retreating back of her friend. If her jaw scraped the floor anymore,
her lip would get carpet burn. Did Cory just say what I think she said? And did she
mean? Naw! It couldnt be. The older woman shook her head and proceeded further
into the living room. She smirked as sleepy green eyes looked up at her from the couch.
"Morning JR."
"Ugh, uh-huh. What are you doing over here this early?" He asked groggily as he
pushed his rumpled form in a sitting position.
The woman threw herself in a nearby chair. "This is one of our workout days."
He peered bleary-eyed at the watch on his wrist. "Its barely eight
oclock. Now, thats sick." He pulled the covers back and straightened the
t-shirt and shorts that had ridden up during the night.
He got a chuckle in return.
Getting up, the young man headed straight for the kitchen. "You want juice or
anything?"
"No, its okay. You go ahead. Ill just wait on Cory."
He shrugged and retreated.
Now alone, Barb scrunched her brow in confusion. Taylor was going to go work out with
them? Whoa, I wonder what happened between them yesterday? Ugh, should I ask? Maybe
Ill just wait until I see them together at the gym, just to see how they act..
************
Crossing her arms over her chest, Cory leaned against the doorway watching the sleeping
form. She had slept in this womans arms last night, and for the first time, she had
felt comfortable and content. The irony of it was that it was with a woman she was sure
she hated a few weeks ago. Now, I dont know how I feel. Grateful to be passed
it and where we are now I suppose. Who knew that an intelligent, funny, compassionate
person was under that unapproachable veneer? Closing the door, she quietly walked
further into the room. Getting a closer look, she peered into the face that could be
devoid of emotion one minute and alive with expression the next. Right now, she just
looked peaceful and young as if there wasnt a care in the world. Isnt
that how she made me feel last night? Like everything was going to be okay? I believed
her, and I still do. How did she do that? Something tightened in the blondes
chest and knotted in her stomach as the lanky form sighed and cuddled the abandoned pillow
to her body. Dammit! What is thatthat feeling I keep getting? Its down
right distracting.
Cory shook herself from the self-imposed reverie. Knowing that they needed to get going,
she leaned over the dark haired woman and reached out to touch her. A small hand covered
the expanse of the sleeping womans bicep, and the blonde felt scorched by the smooth
heat that radiated from the supple skin. It made her want to crawl right back into bed,
back into that warmth. She fought the urge, just barely, with a shake of her head and
gently squeezed the flesh beneath her fingers.
"Taylor, wake up."
"Mmmrph?" An indiscernible sound exited the dark womans lips as she tried
to burrow further under the covers.
Oooh, somebodys not a morning person I see. "Taylor, we need to get
going." Cory shook the silent form.
The still sleeping woman turned on her back, scrunched up her face in disgust, but refused
to open her eyes.
Oookay, this is a bit much. She quietly observed the mussed woman. Dark hair
streaked broad shoulders and covered an expanse of her face with thin strands caught in
moist, slightly parted lips. Feeling caught staring, the blonde looked around the room
then rolled her eyes at her own antics. She felt a smirk form as a little imp took
purchase on her shoulder. She knew she should have brushed it off, but it was a really big
imp. Leaning as close to the reclining form as possible, the blonde said sweetly,
"Baby?"
Dark eyebrows hiked, disappearing into bangs. "Hmm?"
Interesting.
"The showers ready. Dont you want to join me?"
"Mmmhmm?" Full lips turned up into a smile.
Very interesting.
"Youd better get up then, while its nice and hot." The petite
woman's smirk got bigger with each word.
Ebony brows bunched in confusion and pale eyes slowly opened. Right away Taylor felt out
of place but comfortable. The events of the night before came back in a flash, making her
eyes open wider. I stayed and held Cory all night. I slept with her and now
shes grinning down at me like she knows some secret. The admin blinked and her
head exploded in a scream. I SLEPT IN CORYS BED LAST NIGHT WITH HER IN IT! OH
SHIT! She bolted up into a sitting position almost smashing heads with the surprised
blonde. Taylor ran an aberrant hand through her hair, rubbing the imaginary knot caused by
the huge book of ethics she envisioned hitting her. Mental eyes rolled. 'Calm down. Not a
damn thing happened.' Pale blue eyes glanced around the room, deliberately avoiding the
form at the side of the bed. 'Still, what's going on with me? I knew better than to do
this.'
'She needed you,' Little Shelley quipped.
'That doesn't simplify things. It only serves to complicate them.'
Only if you want it too. Be a friend to her. It could help you both.'
'What's that supposed to mean?"
The voice was suspiciously quiet.
Cory held her hand over her heart as it continued to jump in surprise at the woman's
sudden moves. 'She won't look at me. Uh-oh, I think we crossed some line last night, and
she doesn't know how to deal with it. Or, she's just regretting babysitting me.' A lance
of pain made her clutch harder at her chest. 'I didn't mean to be so needy.' The
caseworker sighed under her breath. 'Okay, this can be played two ways. I can pretend that
yesterday and last night never happened, putting us back in square one, or it can be
approached bluntly and forced out into the air like the unavoidable pink elephant. Well,
I've never been one to cut corners. . .'
Unreadable blue finally glanced up into moss green. Taylor stared at her employee
unblinkingly and decided to let her take the lead. The blonde bit her lip, but a smirk
formed anyway. She knew exactly how to play this. Coming around the bed, she sat down,
causing the other woman to scoot over. Green eyes sparkled with mirth when a familiar dark
brow rose in question. Cory bat blonde lashes coquetishly. "So, am I to think that
you don't respect me this morning?"
The other brow raised over shocked blue. Silent seconds ticked by before the air was
pierced with a bark of rich laughter. The blonde's smirk turned into a full fledged smile
as she watched the admin's face go through a gamut of expressions.
The forming tension was broken.
Taylor sobered slowly. The woman really was priceless. She always seemed to know the right
thing to say to completely change to tone of a situation. 'She obviously has no regrets.
So, why should I? I was just being there for a friend, right?' Little Shelley clapped in
the background. Pale eyes took in the slightly rumpled form of the woman in front of her.
Short blonde hair stuck up in the oddest places and usually alert eyes still seemed
bleary. Taylor let loose a smirk of her own. It really was a sin for someone to look so
cute in the morning. She pushed the distracting thought to the back of her mind and asked
huskily, "I guess you're feeling better this morning?"
Cory's breath caught as a tiny shiver traveled the length of her spine at the sound of the
other woman's voice. 'Oh no, that did not happen!' She screamed at herself. Green eyes
rounded as the tall form sat up further and spoke again. "Cory?"
The shiver was bigger, longer this time. 'Oh God, no! This is nothing. Nothing. Do you
hear me? It's just emotional left overs from last night. Yeah, that sounds good.' Knowing
the astute woman would be able to tell if something was wrong, Cory smiled and hoped it
wasn't too bright. "Yeah, thanks so much for putting up with me. I really didn't want
to be alone with those kids on my mind. Damn, I still cant believe that
happened."
Blue eyes studied the figure in front of her. "I know, but you look a little more
rested than you did at the office, despite what happened. I hope you dont mind me
asking, but have you picked out someone to talk to?
"No, its okay. As my boss and a friend, I dont mind you knowing. Her name
is Dr. Zawid. I got the word of mouth from a couple of people over at CPS that she is
really good. Hopefully, when I call tomorrow, Ill be able to get in to see her this
week."
"Um, if you need somebody to go with you, Ill be more than willing."
Green studied blue to see if it was a token offer, but the other woman looked back at her
serious and sincere. "Thanks so much, but I think Ill be okay."
"You sure?"
Cory nodded as a large, elegant hand snaked from under the blanket and made its way to her
nearby knee. The blonde swallowed and tried to ignore the flash of heat that crawled up
her flesh. Taylor sucked in a breath discreetly, expecting to hear a crackle in the air
because her hand was sizzling. 'Whoa, what the hell? Ah, it's got to be emotions seeping
over from last night. Things were pretty high.' They both studied the supposedly
comforting hand then eyes met and gazes locked. A whip of fire flashed between them,
making it almost impossible to maintain eye contact. Clearing her throat, Taylor was the
first to look away. Cory's gaze fell once more on the hand that refused to move away.
'Oh---'
'Shit.'
Ungracefully, the blonde jumped up from her seat on the bed, dislodging the fire stick
from her skin. "Um," her voice sounded shaky, even to her own ears. "I'm
gonna go shower." She pointed toward the living room, and blonde brows wrinkled in
confusion. 'Who is that waiting for us out there? Oh God, she mentally snapped her
fingers.' "Barb is waiting , uh, if you want to go to the gym with us." Not
bothering to look back, she grabbed some clothes out of the appropriate drawer and headed
toward the bathroom.
The two inhabitants in the living room glanced at each other in confusion and suspicion at
the sound of unfamiliar laughter and closing doors. JR shrugged his shoulders and plopped
more cereal into his open mouth. Barb squinted and looked back toward the bedroom. It was
taking Cory too long. Something was definitely up. I can hardly wait to see what it
is.
Taylor blinked and looked at the vacated space on the bed. "Uhm, okay." She
cringed again envisioning that book of ethics swinging toward her head, especially since
another employee was going to be privy to this delicate situation in a matter of minutes.
She then looked at her hand, expecting to see little burn marks. Little Shelley whispered
softly, Go on, you can admit it.
I think that Im attracted to her. She recalled the frission of awareness
that hissed between them. No, I know Im attracted to her.' Blue eyes closed
and a pink tongue speared out of its home to lick suddenly dry lips. From day one, the
petite blonde brought with her a bombardment of emotions. It ranged from irritation,
dislike, and respect to this, the unexplainable. The one thing that inevitably stood out
during it all was the simple fact, which she grudgingly admitted to herself, that she had
felt more alive in the past few weeks than ever before. The admins eyes reopened.
Still, things were no clearer.
She had admitted simple truths, but didnt feel free, knowing that there was only one
road to travel, the straight and narrow. Ethical concerns made sure of that. Taylor
laughed silently. Jumping the gun a little? Its not like shes been
pining away for you all this time. The woman seems as straight as a month of
Sundays. She threw the covers off her short clad legs and swung them over the side.
I dont need these kind of complications anyway. Attraction, I can deal with.
Its not like we see each other every day. Still, maybe I should end it right
here; cut my losses; and move things back to a safer zone.
The dark haired woman cringed remembering the name calling and animosity. No,
thats not even an option. Then where do we go from here? Her face was one of
resolve. Friendship. Yeah, theres nothing wrong with that. Shes loyal, a
good listener, great to be with, and not intimidated by me in the least. It makes being in
this city a little more bearable. That wins her points right there. The tall woman
got up and walked the expanse of the room, refusing to admit the sting of emptiness at the
thought of things regressing to the way they were before.
Cory stood rock still as the water beaded and slid down her body. Youre
borrowing trouble girlie, so don't even go there. She pushed her hands through short
wet locks, slicking her hair back and dispensing with the excess water. Maybe
Im just feeling a little too grateful, and Im responding to that emotionally.
God knows that shes done more than most people that I call friends would do. Barb
has a husband, so its not like she can come running when I need a shoulder. Taylor
stayed with me. I still cant believe she did that after all I said to her. What kind
of woman would do that? I need someone like her in my life, and I dont want to ruin
it with misplaced feelings and attractions. I dont want to take advantage of what
shes done for me. I wont let myself, despite the vibes Im getting.
With her mind set, she stopped the shower and prepared herself to face whatever was in the
next room.
Minutes later, the petite form re-entered the bedroom rubbing her wet hair with a towel.
With the curtain open, the room was now illuminated in light, and Taylor stood in front of
it, observing the day as it began. Cory tried to hide the gasp as the towel fell from her
fingers. The rays of the sun loved her, making to taller woman glow. The caseworker
couldnt decide if the other woman was reflecting it or if the sun was just wedding
with another source of heat and light. The blonde blinked and looked on fully aware of the
increased cadence of her heartbeat.
Thats when it hit her. Something had changed between them last night the bond of
friendship had been cemented, but it was interwoven with respect, awareness, and so much
more. Warmth pooled in her belly then spread to her entire being, knowing she was
venturing into something that she never had before. Fear should have been the first
emotion, but there was only eagerness. The person in question began to turn around. Cory
quickly retrieved her towel in time to meet the other womans eyes, and saw quiet
affection shining in them instead of reluctance and apprehension.
Pale blue smiled into twinkling green. "Hey."
Cory smiled back before she answered, "Hey yourself."
Taylor grinned crookedly as she sat back down on the edge of the bed. "You look
better. At least you got rid of that distracting cow lick."
Cory sighed inwardly. Good. Things are okay. The blonde made her way across
the room to the mirror, but she paused on the way to give the taller woman a mock slap on
the shoulder as she passed by. "Be nice or I wont let you use the extra
toothbrush. No one likes to talk to a person with bad morning breath."
"Is that a polite way of telling me that I stink?" With a raised eyebrow, she
looked at the smaller woman standing in the mirror.
"Well actually, I wasnt aiming for polite, but hey, if it makes you feel
better," the other woman answered with a cocky grin.
"Oooh, your quick wit astounds me," the admin chuckled. I cant
believe that I was even thinking about ending this. I could talk to her forever. I bet she
could even give Wendy a run for her money. She couldnt seem to stop the smile
that stuck on her face as joy bubbled to the surface.
Taylor looked back up at the petite blonde as she turned from the mirror. In quick
succession, the caseworker blew on the comb, twirled it and pretended to put it back in an
imaginary holster. "What can I say? When Im hot, Im hot." She threw
the comb back on a nearby dresser. "So, are you going with us? Im sure Barb
wont mind driving by your place and waiting on you."
"Well, Id hate to ask her to go through all that trouble. Hey, why dont
you swing by my place with me, and I can give you the grand tour? Then, we could meet her
at the Community Center. I just want to get a light work out in before it gets too late.
They are supposed to deliver my equipment sometime this morning, and I want to be able to
lift too today. I could use some help assembling it if youre game?"
Um, did I just ask her to come to my place? Uh-huh, thats what
I heard, Little Shelley added.
Cory looked down at her friend and blinked. "Do I get lunch and dinner if it takes
longer? I dont work for free you know."
"Sure. Ill even cook."
The blonde stared back at the other woman
incredulously. "You cook too? Will wonders never cease. Oh, she of many skills."
Taylor smirked. "You dont know the half of it. Now, lead me to that toothbrush
so we can get going."
The caseworker was still stuck on the last statement. Hmm, I bet I dont, not
even a fraction. Did she say something? Yeah, toothbrush. "Oh, its the
one still in the package in the medicine cabinet. Theres towels too if you want to
wash your face."
"Kay, thanks."
The woman disappeared into the bedroom. She didnt bother closing the door, giving
the blonde a good view of the goings on. She watched silently as thoughts whisked through
her head. It really was a thing of beauty, the camaraderie that they shared. It developed
over such a short period of time. Sure, the blonde had to admit that there was awkwardness
at first, but it disappeared quickly. She also had to admit that she had never felt so
comfortable around a person she had professed to hate not too long ago. Still, they talked
and joked like old friends.
She treats me like that too, being quick to listen and lend a shoulder. The
petite woman reached for her sneakers as another thought flowered. She had never been a
touchy feely person, never a cuddler, but the playful, affectionate touches came so easily
with Taylor. The other woman didnt seem to mind that or the fact that she was used
as a pillow the night before. Interesting.
Taylor hummed quietly as she brushed her teeth. Ive enjoyed myself the past
couple of days. Shes fun to be with, and Ill be damned if she doesnt
keep me on my toes. The brunette rinsed the toothbrush and looked around for a brush
to tame the wild mane on top of her head. "Hey Cory?"
The blonde tugged on a shoestring and looked up. "Yeah, whats up?"
"Do you have a brush that I can use? It looks like squirrels have been playing in my
hair." Taylor heard the other woman chuckle.
"Yeah, hold on."
*******
Barb tapped her foot impatiently and rolled her eyes as JR continued to giggle at some
cartoons. That has got to run in the family, she said to herself, knowing her
friends affinity for Scooby-Doo. She looked at her watch and tapped it. This
cant be right. Shes been in there over an hour. Maybe she fell asleep or maybe
somebody really is in there! The older woman shook her head. No, I know
shes not involved, and she wouldnt pick up anybody off the street. Would she?
Maybe Ill just go knock and see whats going on. She got up to do just
that when she heard a door open and laughter.
Taylor gave the smaller woman a playful shove.
"Hey, no pushing the short woman around. Its not my fault you dribbled
toothpaste on your shirt."
"Yeah, but you could have told me before I put my hand in it and spread it."
Their laughter broke off when the almost forgotten inhabitants of the living room stared
at them as though they came out naked and growing extra heads.
Barbs jaw dropped and this time, she could feel it. Her bottom lip would have carpet
burn for sure. At that moment, she couldnt figure out for the life of her what face
she was making. All the muscles in her face had gone slack.
JR looked from his sister to the woman he had met yesterday and snorted loudly. "Hey
Bunch? I thought you said you didnt want her?" He glared at his sister
indignantly.
Cory scowled at her brother, making sure her eyes had turned to daggers. For once, she
wished that she lived in Ally McBeals world. Her brother would be dead from sharp
projectiles shooting out of her eyes, and she could make the floor open up and swallow her
whole. She didnt dare turn around, already feeling the tension coming from her back.
Oh great, one step forward and two steps back. What the hell were they thinking
anyway? Her eyes widened. Oh God, they think that we. . . aargh! She
peered at them both through squinted eyes, seeing Barbs slack jawed expression.
Oh yeah, thats what theyre thinking. She mentally collected
herself. First things first, she would take care of the stiff as a board woman behind her
later. Pursing her lips, she aimed at her brother first. With saccharin sweetness dripping
in her voice, she fired.
"Why thank you Wipe. I have never been in the closet before. Thank you for showing me
what it feels like to come out." She continued to glower. At east he had the audacity
to look ashamed. It was her boss for goodness sake. The blonde reloaded and looked at
Barb.
"And dont you look at me like that. You know me better. Besides, I told you
that she was here." She couldnt keep the slight anger from her voice. "If
you both must know, she was nice enough to stay with me last night after I found out about
the Smith children. I dont know what I wouldve done without her. How dare you
think" Her previously fisted hand came up to cover her mouth. She knew it was
probably irrational, but the tears came anyway. Finishing her sentence, the caseworker
sobbed, "I would never do anything like that! Do you think that Im some kind of
tramp?!"
Two pairs of eyes looked on startled by the outburst, and one pair of blue bored into her
back as she ran into the solitude of the kitchen.
Feeling the shock wear off, Taylor frowned at the other people in the room. If she was a
lesser person, a prejudice person, or a straight person, Cory would probably be out of a
job, but she was none of those things. So, shes not as straight as I
thought. The tall woman ignored the relieved thump of her heart to concentrate on
the situation at hand. Cory had just been outed in front of her boss and friend. She could
only imagine how the caseworker was feeling.
"You know, I dont know her near as well as you two proclaim, and I got the
feeling that she wouldnt do what you assumed she did."
JR looked down at the remote control in his hand. "I didnt know. I wasnt
thinking. God, shes not gonna be in trouble at work is she?"
"No, her sex life is none of my business." Yeah, right.
"Im so sorry. Me and my big ass mouth." He shook his head then let it
hang.
All the while, the wheels turned in Barbs head. Assuming that they slept together
wasnt farfetched, considering the chemistry and tension that came off them in waves,
but she could understand why her friend would be hurt, especially with her emotions all
over the place like they had been lately. She sighed loudly. "I guess we really put
our feet in it. She did tell me that you were here, but I thought I heard her wrong. It
was a mistake, and given the evidence, were only human."
Taylor looked from one to the other. "I understand that, but I dont think
shes thinking about that right now."
"We should go talk to her," JR added. Taylor held up a hand as they headed
toward the kitchen.
"No, let me go in first. I think shes mostly worried about how Im
reacting to this."
Cory pulled open the cabinet door and stared blankly at the contents inside. Everything
had been ruined by one phrase. I could be out of a job that I love and a friendship
could be over before it really started. An empty feeling invaded her stomach at the
last thought. In a short time, she had learned to care probably more than she should. The
blonde laughed without humor. Hell, I know Im feeling more than I should, and
now. . . ugh! That jackass! She slapped her hand palm down with vehemence on the
counter. Shes probably disgusted or scared or a combination of the two.
Green eyes looked up startled as the tall form of her boss entered the kitchen. Cory
opened her mouth to speak but was stopped when the other woman held up her hand.
"Listen Cory. Let me go first. Does what I just found out back there make you a
different person? Have you been showing me who you really are?"
The blonde glared in shock and anger. "Ive never been fake, and I wont
start now."
"Good, I just needed to know that." Youre the faker! Tell her! She
ignored the outraged voice. "Then as far as Im concerned, nothing changes
between us. I want you to be yourself around me. Your job is safe. You are in a very PC
and liberal field after all." Coward. Why dont you tell her? Its
going to come back and haunt you," Little Shelley whispered. She gritted her
teeth to silence the voice. "So, we honestly dont have anything to worry about,
but those two in there are really worried. Theyre only human Cory. Go talk to
them."
The petite blonde smiled, feeling a weight lifting from her shoulders. Well, that
was almost too easy. Still, she believed the other womans acceptance. There
was no indication that she shouldnt. With the bond that had formed between them,
came trust, and she didnt want to do anything to strain it.
"Um, I think youre right. I think I overreacted a little, but I just
didnt know what was going to happen."
Blue eyes twinkled back at her laden with sincerity. "I figured that. Go on, go talk
to them. We have a tour, a bench, and lunch to get to."
Corys smile widened as she brushed by the other woman. Reaching out a hand, the
blonde squeezed the brunettes arm as she made her way out. Taylor watched her leave
but didnt immediately follow. Reaching up, she closed the cabinet door. You
really are a coward. Why didnt you tell her? Silently, she answered her own
question. Because, it would add fuel to the fire, giving the attraction that she could
feel, fuel to grow. She had a feeling it would indeed grow with the possibility of
feelings being returned. Maybe if she kept her own sexuality a secret, it could function,
as a mental block needed to keep the fire doused. Maybe.
Cory looked at the two sheepish forms. "Guys listen" she paused
feeling the taller womans presence behind her. "Listen, I may have overreacted
just a little, but you two should know me better than that, and Wipe, you divulged some
information that could have messed up a lot of things. If Taylor wasnt who she was,
this could have turned out badly."
JR got up from his perch on the couch to saunter over to his sister. His eyes were dark
with hurt. "Im so sorry sis. I just have diarrhea at the mouth sometimes.
Its just that I saw you with her yesterday, and I just put two and two together and
came up with five despite me knowing how you are." He looked at her from under long
blonde lashes. "Forgive me? Ill do whatever you want to make it up to
you."
Corys mind rattled with possibilities. She could never stay mad at him for long
because he was too damned cute. That didnt mean that she couldnt make him
suffer. She smiled cryptically. "Oh, youll pay for this. Youll just have
to give me some time to figure out how."
He blinked, looked at her and blinked again.
She had to resist the urge to cackle, especially when she saw his Adams apple
bobbing up and down. Turning to Barb, Cory raised a blonde brow. The woman threw up her
hands. "Hey, I dont know if you know this face or not, but its my
Ill eat shit if you want me to face. Im sorry kid. Even though I
didnt say much, I guess the look on my face was enough."
"Ill be okay. I was scared more than anything about what the outcome would be,
but you wear that face awhile. I like it on you."
The tall, lanky form leaning against the wall had to swallow a chuckle. She really
does know how to stick it to them. I sure as hell dont want to be on her bad side
anymore. The apologies went on for a few long minutes before Cory and Taylor finally
climbed into the Accord.
Chapter XVI: Teaching and Learning. . .
The two made small talk on the way to Taylors apartment. The blonde caseworker
pursed her lips in surprise when she figured out that they were heading to the
"good" side of town. I guess those with the power really do get paid all
the big bucks. Right away the younger woman knew that she was entering a swanky
establishment. They had to pass through a security booth first, where the guard checked
Taylors license plate. The grounds were impeccably groomed. It looked as though each
tree was the same height, each blade of grass mowed to a certain length. It sort of
reminded her of that movie The Stepford Wives, where everything was based on some
utopian ideal. Sick, sick movie. Though she seemed to be a controlled person,
Cory got the feeling that this was not the admins kind of place.
"Um, no offense, but this place looks like something from a coloring book. Its
way too perfect."
Taylor turned to the other woman as she parked the car. "Tell me about it. It reminds
me of some sort of military establishment. Its definitely not the kind of place
where I can go streaking after midnight. The board of directors found this place, and I
guess they thought it would be to my liking. Heh, were they ever wrong. Im scared to
throw a piece of paper on the ground. Have you ever seen that futuristic cartoon where the
robot sweepers come out when even a spec of dust is on the floor?" She waited for the
nod. "I got a feeling that this place has those but a whole lot bigger and meaner.
Scary."
Cory giggled then smirked triumphantly. "I figured that this place wasnt
you."
They walked side by side heading up a small flight of stairs. "Know me that well
already do you?" Taylor couldnt help but smile, knowing she had let the petite
woman in on things that werent privy to most.
The blonde found something interesting in a perfectly symmetrical bush in order to hide
the impending blush. "Uh, you could say that I sometimes have a feel about people.
Not always, but Im usually right." Except for what I was thinking about
you at first.
She waited as the taller woman unlocked the front door only to follow her to another door
that led further into the complex. The blonde rolled her eyes at the puke green carpeting.
Well, at least some things dont deviate. The place and the neighborhood
was vastly different than the run down bomb-zone like neighborhoods that she frequented,
but the carpeting, she almost chuckled, was frighteningly the same. To top it all off,
they got on the elevator that required yet another damn key. The brunette pushed a button
and Cory jumped when the elevator mechanically replied, "Sixth floor. Thank
you." She looked over at the other woman in the process of rolling her eyes and
answered the elevator sweetly, "Why thank you Geeves."
Taylor snorted ungracefully.
They finally made it to the apartment, and Cory followed her boss in eagerly. The admin
threw her keys on a table close by as the blonde glanced around. The living room alone was
huge. It had to be to house the rather large entertainment center that contained what
looked like an over thirty inch television, stereo and DVD. "Oh my." She took in
the rest of the area. The couch wrapped around, making it look like it seated a small
army. The rest of the furniture consisted of comfy looking chairs, a bookcase, and
expensive looking tables all following a motif of black and gold. Paintings of artists
that she didnt recognized graced a couple of the walls, and in a far off corner
toward the back a fragile looking dining room set found its home. The caseworker finally
sat down on the couch and almost moaned at the feel of it. Taylor took it all in with
mirth shining in her eyes. "I take it you like? Do you think its me?"
The blonde gave the other woman the once over then nodded. "Oh yeah,
definitely." Dark, sleek and powerful.
The tall woman smiled crookedly. "Mmm, glad you thank so. Um well, Im going to
go hop in the shower, so feel free to roam around. Ill give you the official tour
when I get out."
Cory waited until the woman disappeared behind the door before she jumped up and headed to
the bookcase. Can tell a lot about a person by what she reads. She started as
far up as she could see. Hmm, lets see. Sociology, Psychology, Social
Work. She bit her bottom lip as she went on. Ah, here we go. Theres Toni
Morrison, Mary Higgins Clark, Cornwell, and Sandra Brown. Interesting. Well, she certainly
has a wide range of reading material. The blonde followed the bookcase down.
And, she obviously loves a good mystery. Having seen her fill, she turned to
glance at the intimidating looking entertainment center. Now, Ill probably
blow something like that up if I got my hands on it. She veered away from it and
headed for a door she assumed led to the kitchen.
Taylor vigorously scrubbed her body, feeling the need to hurry. Eagerness to be in the
same room with the petite blonde made her giddy. She rinsed and turned the shower off.
My God, I would want to cook in here too. The black tiled floors shined to a
sparkle, as did the counter tops of the same color. A food processor and an array of other
appliances sat on the counter, pushed back against the wall. She continued to look around.
Damn, I didnt know that you could get a kitchen this clean.
The refrigerator was one of those huge ones with an ice and water dispenser. The blonde
felt the bite of curiosity and reached to pull on the handle.
"Something told me that you couldnt sit still." Amusement dripped from the
brunettes voice.
"Yeow!" The caseworker jumped at least two feet in the air as her heart stopped.
"Dammit all to hell!" She turned to look at her smirking friend. There was no
way that she could hide the blush, and the enjoyment sparkling in blue eyes didnt
help any. "Heh, I was, um, I was just. . .oh bloody hell, you know what I was
doing."
"Sorry, didnt mean to scare you. Well, much." The dark haired woman
grinned toothily.
"Har, har." She pretended to scowl, but a smirk formed instead in the face of
such a brilliant smile.
"Well, come on Ill give you a quick tour so we can get out of here. Ill
start with the back rooms since youve seen everything else."
Cory followed behind her obediently. They came to the first door. "Now, theres
nothing much in here. Its my office, and theres only a computer, desk and
stuff scattered all over. Youll have to look over the mess. That big empty, clean
spot over there is where the bench is going to go." The blonde caseworker poked her
head in, seeing papers covering the desk. Well, shes flawed like the rest of
us humans.
They walked on. Taylor took in a deep breath. It had been a long time since a woman had
seen it, let alone been in her bedroom. It was sort of a strange feeling.
Corys eyes widened. The king-sized bed was covered in what looked like black satin
with a multitude of pillows both large and small adorning the head of the bed. An antique
chest and dresser made their home against the wall, and little nightstands polished to a
high shine stood on both sides of the bed. She could picture the womans lanky form
lounging, stretched out on the bed like a large cat. She blinked to dispel the image.
Taylor watched the expressive face, wondering what the woman was thinking. "Um, the
bathrooms in there, and one of the things I love about this place is the walk in
closet. Theres an extra bathroom next door that I hardly ever use, and---" She
was interrupted by the sound of the buzzer. Getting a quizzical look, she clarified the
sound, "Oh, thats the intercom. Security has to clear it with the tenants to
let anybody in, but Im not expecting anyone. Ill be right back."
Cory took one last glance at the room and followed. She came in on the end of the
conversation.
"Yeah, Mark, go ahead and send him up." She looked up as she heard the
approaching form. "Its the equipment. Theyre early."
"Oh well, thats okay. Ill just cancel with Barb if you dont mind me
working out here? All itll take is a quick phone call. Im sure she has her
cell with her."
"You sure? I dont want to monopolize your day." Say yes.
"Its okay. Monopolize away, just let me use your phone."
"Sure go ahead." Yes!
A few minutes later, Taylor was looking down at bits and pieces of metal and rubber. She
glanced upward when the blonde returned and raised an eyebrow at the wary look on the
womans face.
"You know. Ive never noticed how nosy Barb was until today. I felt like I was
going through a round of twenty questions."
"Really," she replied tentatively. The woman is astute enough to see right
through me sometimes. I wouldnt be surprised if she saw something today.
"I wouldnt worry about it." She waved the other woman over.
"Cmere and look at this." She smiled at the shocked look on the
womans face. "They dont bring them to you already assembled!?"
"Fraid not. I think we should eat first then tackle this. What do you say?"
"Sounds good. Do I get to see whats in the fridge?" She asked excitedly.
Taylor chuckled. "You can look till you hearts content, and you can put on some
music or something, if you want."
Cory glanced back at the ominous looking entertainment center. "I dont know.
Im not mechanical, and I dont want to break anything."
"Oh, dont worry about it. Its easy. Just pick out a CD from the stand,
and push this button here and here and put it in there," she pointed to a particular
section of the stereo. "Dont worry about breaking anything. Ill just take
it out of your check," she deadpanned. The brunette turned away, but her playfulness
was revealed by an almost indiscernible chuckle. She laughed out loud when the irate
caseworker smacked her on the back of the shoulder.
Taylor propped the door open as she entered the kitchen., while Cory kneeled in front of
the CD rack. We have Anita Baker. No, not feeling bluesy. It looks like heres
all the stuff that The Pretenders ever made. No, not in the mood. Tori Amos, Luther
Vandross, Janis Joplins Greatest hits. Eh, maybe later "Oh, yeah,"
she said out loud.
Taylor got out mushrooms, onions and peppers from the crisper. She sat them on the cutting
board and went to poke her head out the door, curious to see what the other woman was up
to. "What?"
Cory waved the CD. "Blondies Greatest Hits. I love them, and I hear Debbie
Harry was something back in the day." She almost failed in hiding the lecherous
smirk.
Taylor raised a dark brow. Oh yeah, she was something alright. "Well, put
it on and get in here."
"Okay, okay, Im coming." She followed the other womans instructions
with the stereo then made a beeline for the kitchen. She watched the knife fly as the
brunette chopped vegetables. "Look in there and tell me what else you want in your
omelet."
Cory stood in front of the refrigerator refusing to move a muscle. "Cory?"
"Im waiting for my drum roll, she said in an even voice.
Taylor felt the laughter bubble up and push its way out as her eyes rolled heavenward.
"Oh good God. Lady, youre something else."
The blonde turned, sticking out her tongue. "I know, and thats why you like
me."
Amongst other things, the admin thought to herself.
The caseworker opened the fridge amidst dramatic oohs and ahs that caused blue
eyes to roll again. She hummed along with the music. "My god! This thing is full.
Give me a second to find something." She pushed through containers of yogurt and cans
of V-8, finding ham and cheese that she sat on the counter with a triumphant slam. Closing
the refrigerator, she leaned her body against the counter. "You know. Your taste in
music is as diversified as your taste in books."
Taylor gave the woman a small smile over her shoulder. "I know. It was a college
thing that stuck. It was the kind of music they played at parties. I wasnt really
into music until then, so I guess you could say I was sort of a wallflower until college.
Being around all those people sort of brought me out, so to speak." She started on
the onion. "As far as the mystery novels go, I used to work as a clerk overnight at a
convenience store. They held my attention and kept me up. Some of the authors were pretty
good."
"Mmm, I used to be glued to those sappy romance novels until I found out that I was
reading the same book over and over again. They all have the same formula and never
deviate from it. I like Sandra Brown though her stuff is kind of mystery/romance, and she
doesnt have wimpy women as characters."
"Ugh, Ive never been able to get into those. They insulted my intelligence. Who
ever heard of a thirty year old virgin?" They both chuckled.
Taylor broke egg after egg into a mid-size bowl. She stirred and began to hum along with The
Tide is High. Cory watched the forearms, exposed by the t-shirt, bunch and work with
each turn of the spoon. She was yanked from her musings when the older woman asked her to
get the skillet from underneath the counter. After doing so, green eyes scanned the
kitchen once more, and she thought about the expensive looking furniture in the other
rooms. "Uh, I dont mean to be blunt," she paused for a second, "well,
sometimes I do, but do you get paid that much to afford all of this stuff?"
"Um, well actually," she turned back toward the other woman. "Can you hand
me the butter? Its on the side door. Well, I, uh, inherited a lot of the furniture
from my parents after they died. They left me a lot of money too, but I was old enough to
see that I didnt need the strings that came with it. So, I kept what I needed to go
to college and maintain a nest egg. The rest went to charity."
"Oh, Im sorry about your parents." Green eyes darkened with sympathy.
Taylor smiled in thanks. "Its okay. It was a long time ago." The dark head
hung and ebony tresses hid her face.
Cory took a step forward and pushed the strands away to reveal a haunted look in the blue
eyes. "No, its not okay. I think I hit a nerve. Do you want to talk about
it?"
Taylor turned away hiding her face again. "Uh, its kind of hard. I
haventhavent talked about it in a long time." She paused for a few
minutes, making the other woman think that she had pushed too far, but she was surprise
when the deep, husky voice began to wind its way around the story.
"I was eighteen, and. . ."
Long minutes later, Cory had bunched the womans t-shirt in her fingers. Distant blue
looked down, waiting to see the pity shining in familiar green. Instead, she saw them
dark, watery with unshed tears. "Oh God, Taylor. I cant even begin to imagine,
and you were all alone. I dont know if I would have made it through. Do you know
what that says about you?"
There was a small shake of the brunettes head.
"Do you even realize how strong you are? What kind of courage that takes to get
through? Youre an extraordinary woman, and I dont even think thats the
tip of the iceberg."
Baby blue warmed at the words. "Thanks" Her voice came out as a croak.
"Um, thanks. I dont think anyone has ever told me that before. It sort of means
a lot coming from a friend."
A small hand let go of the wrinkled arm of the t-shirt and moved down to take a larger
palm in her hand. She squeezed affectionately. "Good because I think that Im
going to be saying it a lot."
Blue and green gazes held. They stood, studying each other. Electricity arced between
them, almost taking the blondes breath away. She looked deep into luminescent blue
and saw what lay there, a wounded soul, a soul that looked more than a little lost at the
moment. It wasnt the right time. If there was ever going to be one, this wasnt
the right one to acknowledge the pull between them. If it happened, Cory got the feeling
that she would know when, but right now, she had figured out what they both needed.
Taylor took in a deep breath. She felt naked. The woman looked at her like she could see
right through. A sliver of fear made it up her spine to mingle with the electric tendrils.
She almost jerked back when the blondes other hand caressed the side of her face.
Part of her wanted to run and part of her wanted to lean into the touch. Instead, she just
did nothing. The sense of loss was profound when the womans hands fell away, but
they was replaced by a flash of heat and a sense of belonging, when small arms wrapped
around her body. She bit back the sob and embraced the smaller woman, pulling her in.
One large hand took purchase at the nape of the womans neck, caressing downy hair.
While the other, rubbed the expanse of her back. The younger womans arms tightened
around her friend, but instead of taking air away, Taylor received a little peace. Cory
held on for dear life, feeling the taller body sagging into her. They both needed an
outlet for overworked feelings. She thanked God that she had picked the right one.
The embrace lasted for a few more minutes before the blonde broke it. She tried to peer
into blue that wouldnt meet her face. "Hey, its okay. Dont close me
out."
Azure finally looked upon her friends face. "Im sorry. Im just not
used to this."
"Believe it or not, neither am I. I guess well both find our way, huh?"
"Maybe."
Taylor ran a shaky hand through her bangs. It was stopped mid-way by a deep growling
sound. Blue eyes widened. Cory looked down at her stomach sheepishly. "Uh, I think it
wants food."
The admin chuckled despite herself. "It sounds angry."
"No, its just letting me know that the countdown has begun. Uhm, why dont
you go set the table while I finish up in here?"
Taylor looked at her suspiciously. "Can you cook?"
"Am I a Hoosier born and bred? Hell yeah, I can cook! Now, go set the table."
Sitting and eating, the two women were sometimes full of laughter and sometimes somber in
their lessons about each other. The talking went on for hours, and the unassembled bench
was left sitting in parts in the living room. Time flew and reluctantly, Cory glanced
toward the clock. The brunette noticed. "You gotta go, huh?"
"Unfortunately, yeah I do. Theres things I need to get to at home to keep at
least some of my weekend routine working."
Taylor looked away, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well, okay. Let me get this
mess cleaned up."
Cory grabbed the womans hand as she reached for her plate. "I had a good time,
and believe me if I thought I could get away with it, I would stay longer. But, I
dont want to be up all night finishing laundry and stuff."
"I understand, but we need to do this again." Blue bore into green.
"Yes, we do." Cory replied softly.
Finally finished with the little things around the apartment, Cory huddled under the
covers, staring up at the dark ceiling. This day had been eventful to say the least. She
had found out and revealed so much. There was nothing like being outed to keep the day
from getting too dry. She smirked. Then her look turned serious. It was certainly a day of
discovery. In a few short hours, she had found that a woman, a friend, she thought
overflowed with esteem and confidence was just as vulnerable, maybe even more so, than the
next woman with her own fears and insecurities.
She was brought back to the outside world with the ringing of the phone and frowned in
concern, knowing phone calls this late were usually not good news. She picked it up
anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I didnt wake you did I?"
The blonde felt her toes curl at the sound of the familiar voice. "Taylor, no you
didnt. I was just laying here. Are you okay?" She said urgently.
The admin pulled the silky covers up to her chin, and smiled, admitting that she loved the
sound of concern in the womans voice. "Yeah, Im fine, in the bed myself.
I actually called to make sure you were okay. Is JR back yet?"
"No, hes not, but its just a little after ten. He should be in after
while because hes leaving early in the morning."
"Um, so youre alone. Are you okay with that?" Ask me to come
over.
Cory swallowed remembering the safe feeling of sleeping in the other womans arms.
"Yeah, Ill be okay. Uh, listen. Im gonna be a little late in the morning
because I need to call and make that appointment."
"Dont worry about it. Take all the time you need." She liked this talking
on the phone. She had never been one to really do that, but it seemed so free and easy
with her.
"Thanks. It means a lot that you called."
"Just wanted to make sure that you were okay." Get off the phone before
you say something mushy. "Listen, feel free to call me anytime during the night
if you need to."
Shes so damned sweet. "Dont worry, I will, but you have to
promise to do the same."
A throaty chuckle caused the younger womans toes to curl again. "No problem.
Ill let you go so that you can get some sleep."
"Kay, Ill see you tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye yourself." Taylor held the phone until she heard a click. Hanging it up,
she pondered her own possible need to see someone like Dr. Zawid. With all the voices in
her head, she was sure that she was getting schizophrenic. Damn that Little Shelly
anyway. I did good today without her interference. Yawning, the sleepy woman flopped
over on her stomach.
Cory stretched, letting loose a sound dangerously close to a purr. Muttering to herself,
she fluffed the pillow. I hope this Dr. Zawid is good with multiple problem solving
because I think I now have more than one. Her eyes flittered closed on a sigh. There was
no way tomorrow could top today.
Well folks, I hope you enjoyed my day in the life installment of Perspectives. I wanted to concentrate on them getting to know each other a little. Let me know what you think. Drop me a line at Minerva.
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