Shipmates
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Chapter 2 - Paris' Dream
The History teacher droned on and on, and somewhere around the overview of the Civil War, Paris stopped paying attention.
Her eyes wandered around the room, searching for some sort of distraction. Looking to her right, she saw cool blue eyes staring back at her intently. Full, sensual lips parted, and a tongue shot out to moisten them. Paris watched numbly, completely turned on.
The room around them seemed to dissolve, and Paris found herself face to face with the other girl, in her own bedroom.
She looked over at the other girl, her breath quickening with desire, but she was still nervous, having never even kissed someone else before.
Rory took a step towards the blonde, reaching her hand out to caress her fingers over Paris' smooth skin. They moved from her cheek to touch her lips briefly, before she ran them through her silken hair.
A short moan escaped her lips, and Rory took another step closer.
They were nearly touching now, and Paris was beyond nervousness.
The taller girl snaked her other arm around Paris' waist, and pulled her even closer. It was all Paris could do to remain standing.
The other girl leaned down to whisper in the blonde's ear.
"I want you."
The three words Paris had never expected she would be the subject of. How could anyone want her?
Rory leaned back, and stared into her eyes. "I want you." she said again. This time she leaned down, gently brushing her lips over the blonde's. Paris sighed as she moved to push up against the taller girl, and deepen the kiss. "Rory," she moaned, her arms around the other girl's waist...
Meanwhile...
"Rory," Paris moaned.
Rory's eyes snapped open. Was Paris saying what she thought? Was she moaning her name?
"Mmm...so soft...warm..." Paris muttered, barely audible. Rory gasped, completely surprised. 'Paris thinks of me like that?' she thought to herself. She was suddenly intrigued by the idea. She turned around, to find herself almost nose to nose with Paris.
Rory stared at her sleeping form, completely at peace in blissful slumber. Rory wanted so badly to touch her, to kiss her. She realized that she wouldn't be able to just push these feelings in the back of her mind anymore. She would have to take action, no matter what the rational side of her said. She was in love with Paris Gellar.
Paris awoke from her thoroughly enjoyable dreams in a completely relaxed state. She could hear the sound of someone typing quietly from somewhere across the room.
She sat up, trying to make her hair look presentable before Rory saw her.
"Good morning, Rory," Paris said cheerfully, getting out of bed.
"You look cheery this morning. I didn't think you'd be a morning person. And after those dreams you must have been having, you were moaning and shouting. I thought it must have been a bad nightmare," Rory said, smirking into her computer screen, knowing full well what Paris had been dreaming about.
Paris stopped short, horrified. What had she heard? "Umm, what moans and screams?" she asked nervously.
"Oh, I'm surprised you don't remember. It seemed pretty intense. You were moaning someone's name..."
Paris laughed nervously. "Whose name would that be?"
"I don't know." Rory lied. "Don't you?"
"Nope," Paris lied back. "I'm going to take a shower. What do we have on the scedule for today?"
"Just a safety demonstration about the ship, and then we get to get acclimated with our surroundings."
Paris nodded, and headed into the bathroom.
Rory breathed a sigh of relief when she left. She found Paris completely perfect, and that made her nervous to be around her. It was also very satisfiying to be one up on her.
With Paris safely away, she pulled out a notebook to write a letter to Lane. Rory knew she was the only one who would understand the predicament she was in.
'Lane', she wrote. 'But how do I phrase what's wrong?' she thought. She sat, musing, until Paris interrupted her thoughts.
"Rory, what's wrong?" Paris asked, walking up next to her. "You look conflicted."
Rory decided to tell Paris what was bothering her. ' Well, the situation, anyway.' Rory thought.
"I really like somebody. But I'm not sure I should go after that person, because some people might see it as wrong. I don't even know if it's right."
Paris thought about it for a moment. Dean and Jess. She thought dating Jess would be wrong. 'I think Jess would be wrong for her, too,' Paris thought, nearly smirking. Instead she kneeled down next to Rory's chair, and put her hand on Rory's knee. "The most important thing is for you to follow your heart." 'And if her heart leads her to Jess, then I'll just need to deal with it. It's not like I expected her to fall for me.' She thought sadly.
Rory leaned over closer to Paris, and put her hand on Paris'. As she leaned in even more, Paris asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?"
"Following my heart," Was Rory's reply before kissing the blonde.
Next Chapter: What dreams are made of...
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