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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 18px">IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI </span></span></b><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px">Ability | Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Operations Room<br/>
Mentioning | Terry |</span>​</div><br/><i>"Us is good. I like the word us."</i><br/><br/>Idris felt as if her heart was going to explode in her chest from anticipation, nerves, and a combination of elements swirling within her - the good kind of elements such as Life, the lingering effects of Vitality, even Light itself. The powers were a gentle, soft reprieve from the Fire and Darkness that seemed to rage within her at all times, painful and mind-darkening elements that Terry's beautiful presence always seemed to chase away, to the corners of Idris' mind. Instead, she was left brimming with all the good things within her, elements she'd always felt were a delicate reflection of what Terry was to Idris - Life, Vitality, Light. A guiding beacon to help her find her way home when the Darkness overpowered her mind.<br/><br/>When Terry began speaking of her Aunts, those that wished to change her, and then her Crazy Aunt Alice and Mother, Idris felt something within her soften. Why on Earth would anyone ever want to change the woman standing before her? She was strong, she was perceptive, she was above all else a<i>good cop</i>. A great one, even. She took the security and safety of those around her very seriously, whether they be friends, family, or complete strangers. Terry had a servant's heart - a need to go above and beyond for those too weak to defend themselves. Idris herself had always wondered why Terry never joined the military, where she knew the woman would flourish, but her choosing the path of a Police Officer made complete and utter sense.<br/><br/><i>"And the longer I've known you, the more I loved you. Damn, am I talking too much? If so, just tell me to shut up."</i>Fuck,<i> never</i>. Idris would never tell her to be quiet, never tell her to stop talking. Her voice was a steadying sound, soft and gentle and caressing. Especially when she said such things about loving Idris. Especially when she made her<i>feel</i>the love she spoke of.<br/><br/>"No, no. Please don't stop." Idris had spoken softly, her thick accented voice barely more than a whisper as her eyes studied Terry's face, willing her to continue. This had been the closest Idris had ever gotten to finally admitting her feelings towards Terry and the closest Terry had ever gotten as far as discussing it. The reality of Idris' sexuality had always been the wall between them, but all of the sudden Idris felt that wall crumble and disappear, her heart left open and bare to Terry, if she wanted it.<br/><br/>Then, Terry reached up to let her own hair down, the delicate waves of honey brown, light accents of natural blonde, and even darker shades of brown all mixing together, cascading down Terry's shoulders. In the dim light of the hallway, she could see the healthy shine to her hair, practically feel the silky strands sliding between her fingers... And then Terry closed the gap between them in one smooth step, reaching up to let the nearly black strands of Idris' own hair down from her ponytail. Immediately, Idris felt so much better. The threatening headache suddenly dissipated, causing Idris to sigh aloud in content. Yet her eyes remained focused on Terry's, her lips parted in gentle anticipation.<br/><br/><i>"All of the sudden, I'm behaving like a schoolgirl." </i>Terry commented and Idris smirked softly, amusement in her eyes.<i>"Don't you dare laugh at me."</i>Terry murmured softly and Idris smiled further. Never, my love - she wanted to say, but she was too stunned and entranced by Terry and the emotions she felt for her to speak in that moment. When Terry closed her eyes to get her nerves under control, Idris closed her own and gently let her forehead press against Terry's, her own eyes closing at the bliss of closeness between them. Then, Terry whispered a "that's better", before she looked up at Idris once more, the woman a fraction taller due to her heels.<br/><br/>Their lips connected briefly at first, a gentle touching of lips that could have been classified as no more than a peck, Terry testing Idris' resolve to give her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't want that - she wanted more. So much more. She wanted everything. The second kiss was longer, firmer and more sure... And then Idris lifted one hand to Terry's hip, gently gripping there as she pulled the woman closer to her, if possible. Her other hand snaked forward, gently caressing Terry's cheek before sliding to the back of her head, fisting softly in the hair there to pull Terry even further into the kiss they shared. Idris' lips parted and she felt every bit of her self control wash away, her mind full of nothing more than Terry and how much she cared for her, how much she loved her. As their lips parted against one another's, Idris' tongue moved forward, gently caressing Terry's plush lower lip. Finally, Terry's lips moved from Idris' to her throat, the action itself sending shivers of want and need up Idris' spine as Terry murmured in her ear. A smile, wide and genuine came to Idris lips as she leaned back to look Terry in the eye.<br/><br/>"I think you and I are past being friends, darling." She said softly, her hand leaving Terry's hair to rest on her jaw, her thumb gently sliding over Terry's lower lip as her eyes followed her thumb's trail. After a moment, Idris' dark eyes returned to Terry's.<br/><br/>"I want to try this - being with you and being yours'. If you'll allow it."