Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Meghan stood in the doorway for a moment before she stepped in on instinct alone regretting for the most brief of pangs she hadnt said anything at all as her eyes adjusted to the room and the sight of a peaceful, beautiful stunningly so Miranda left her in awe, she was in awe of her and it was her heart skipped a beat and a wheeze of a breath choked her up on the insides. She looked so but then that devious smile came and the invitation to join with it and the moment died a putrid little death in the pit of her stomach eyes rolling and lips pulling to a squiggled line that expressed something between a pout and a grimace. Lets not start that Miranda. She said with a huff of contrition as her eyes sunk down to the floor trying to bat away memories of glimpses she never should have taken that flat stomach of soft supple skin, the drawing lines of her slender neck and the dip of her collar bones, her panties and the plump mounds of flesh they hid Meghan had been thinking on not long ago. To say Meghan hadnt thought of Miranda in moments of idle vulnerability would of course be a lie, she didnt think about how Miranda could make her feel so inept and unprepared though she thought about her lips on hers, she thought about her tongue that had playfully dipped over hers, about her hands holding her in place and all the invitations to draw her in, to succumb to her voracious wiles and they were. It wasnt fair. She wondered how Miranda may be outside of this place, outside of work, if they were just too girls in a pub with a couple drinks between them, if Miranda would be charming without something to prove, if shed be sweet instead of antagonizing and chivalrous instead of seductive, of course shed still have that allure but would it be without the biting edges? Meghan wondered how it was she got to be so beautiful with the glaring blemishes on her soul, Meghan wondered if she was sick or deranged entirely, she wondered if shed be able to help her and she wondered what her motives might be behind continuing after all that had happened because really, in her heart of hearts, when Miranda kissed her she knew that should have been their last moment together as doctor and patient, she knew from that point forward everything was painted with a grey brush of indifference, she knew she couldnt truly help her as the facilitator because it was now all unprofessional and inappropriate but hell wasnt she the only one to get her to make any progress what so ever? Her eyes rolled up from the floor to the ceiling as she almost whined, Miranda was acting like they were friends and this was all a joke, she wasnt going to get any better with that attitude and it was really hard for Meghan to keep her head out of the clouds too. Miranda was treating this more like a date than she was like therapy and and maybe that was okay for her but for Meghan it was almost painful she couldnt get a date out there, she didnt have time for a date out there, she had time for her shitty little apartment with no TV and mismatched dishes, she had time to debate if she had the money or time for a fancy drink from starbucks before work like the other doctors, she had time to wish she had more time and wish she had someone but she didnt have time for a date and she wasnt sure she had the will to put herself out there to find one anyway it was easier just to put a movie on Netflix or stream one from the internet curl up with one of her three cats, one, two, three, and call it a good ole college try at not being alone. and here she was, with a patient who was the most stunning woman shed seen in quite some time acting as if and then stripping. Oh gosh, Miranda Really? she did, in fact, whine as she covered her line of sight with a hand and look away just catching a glimpse of her form no less perfect than imagined, imagination however not quite doing it justice it never did. As the show went on, she took a deep breath and steeled herself she as an adult and a professional and letting her mind run riot on fantasy and tangent was not something she would allow any further a staunch although forced expression of unrecognition taking hold as she looked to Miranda on the bed in what quite possibly could have been the most fantasy inducing outfits ever after all, Meghan did love the game and shes spent many a sultry tangent watching her teammates in their skimpy sweat soaked get ups grunting and fuck. A run to warm up then well go to the courts but I need to stop in my office for my bag and then the recreational wing showers to change breakfast first is fine. and enough of the innuendo Miranda can you at least pretend to be civil for one morning? it sounded more like a plea than it did a rhetorical round about judgement by the time the words left her lips, puffed her blushing cheeks, were expressed by dubiously distraught eyes, regardless of her words her expression showed just how irresistible Miranda was to her, Cmon, lets not waste time. Meghan added for posterity before pushing out of the room and walking toward her office it was one the way to the cafeteria after all. and a breath of solace her own possessions could provide seemed an attractive prospect as theyd been only five minutes together and already her palms were sweaty and her face burned with unmistakeable fluster.