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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Hallway<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2Fxo1VInw-SKc&amp;hash=4e2e92befd3b6256e241f5a9fb245e76" href="https://youtu.be/xo1VInw-SKc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fight Song</a><br/>Tagging:  Idris<br/>Mentioning:<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Terry, I..."</span><br/><br/>Terry couldn't remember ever seeing Idris so flustered as when she pulled her to a stop.  A hallway is hardly the best spot to bare one's soul once again.  But she gave Idris a smile of encouragement and her full attention.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"I've been meaning to speak with you about a... personal matter."</span><br/><br/>Terry followed Idris's eyes down to her high heels.  They looked expensive.  Not the kind of footwear Terry would willingly wear.  She looked up again, waiting for her sister to continue.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"It's about, erm.. Well, I just wanted to tell you that I..."</span><br/><br/>Terry wanted to say, "Dammit girl, speak your mind", but she didn't.  She remained still and waited.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Well, it's about you. And me. Us, I think."</span><br/><br/>Terry smiled and spoke softly.  "Us is good.  I like the word us."<br/><br/>She paused a moment, trying to put her thoughts into words.  Her eyes returned to those high heels.<br/><br/>"I have six aunts.  Five of those aunts I really don't care that much for.  They keep sending me beautiful shoes and dresses, perfume, and everything to try to make me more "girly". Those five all believe I could get a husband if I just dressed better and let my hair down.  "And got a job that doesn't focus on dead people".  There's one aunt I love though.  The family calls her Crazy Alice because she's . . . eccentric.  But Aunt Alice has never tried to change me.  She loves me the way I am."<br/><br/>"That's why I liked Mother.  She accepted that I would always be a cop first and foremost.  She was grateful that I'd spend my off-duty hours with her and the children.  That's why I liked you almost from the moment I met you.  You're like Alice and Mother.  You've never made demands that I change to suit this family.  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."  She gave Idris an uneasy smile, nervously waiting for a response.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Terry reached back to let down her hair and let it flow free.  "I've always known that I could let down my hair . . .  and my guard around you."  She closed the gap between them, taking a moment to breathe in Idris's perfume.  Whatever it was, it was as alluring as those lips so close.  She pressed up against Idris and reached up to let down her sister's hair.  "There!  Now you can let down your guard as well," she murmured with a nervous smile.<br/><br/>But the closeness of their two bodies made her body start to tremble.  Anticipation or nerves?  Probably nerves.  She'd waited so long for this moment.  She cupped Idris face in her hands to bring her lips close.  Now was not the time for jitters.  With shaking fingers, Terry traced the contours of her sister's face as she tried to regain her composure. "All of a sudden, I'm behaving like a schoolgirl."  She murmured looking in Idris's eyes.  They looked amused.  "Don't you dare laugh at me," she muttered.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.  Her thumping heart began to slow down and she began to feel calmer.  "That's better," she whispered to herself, as she opened her eyes just long enough to reach for Idris's lips.  The first kiss was light and brief. Barely more than a peck.  The next kiss was firmer and longer.  Her sister's lips were so soft and yielding.  Which made it easier for Terry to relax into the next kiss, a much longer one.  And then she leaned over to kiss Idris's neck, softly murmuring in her ear.<br/><br/>"Idris, no matter how this turns out, I'll always be your friend.  If a friend is all you want, I'm your girl.  And if you want a lover, I'm still your girl."