Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Meghan gave Miranda a rather conflicted expression, she was tortured by the words but maybe more so by the meaning, most of all because she was right, Miranda was right Meghan had enjoyed it she was still enjoying it in a betraying place within her mind, she didnt want to though! This was her first real chance, her first entrance into her career and look how terribly it was going! Sure, shed made progress but shed also failed in other directions, in honesty, shed not just failed herself, shed failed Miranda in a doctor-patient capacity and that was unacceptable! This was all unacceptable and terribly inappropriate and she just she enjoyed the kiss. How could she be so fucked? How could she be so silly and stupid and and how could she already be plunging into a deep pool of derision about it all? maybe shed just be like the rest, shed just quit, she couldnt do this! Down to her desk did the data stick go, pinned to the wood grain by her shaky palm, she watched it, watched it shake, heard her nails scratch the wood lightly as they did, her teeth clenched before she dared repeat her request a little louder only to find Miranda there looking at her with a youthful pout and a playful giggle and once again she was disarmed. There was nothing in Mirandas file about this sort of behavior, not a thing, nothing about her even being remotely pleasant to be around it all spoke of a very graining self-inflated antagonizing woman, a know it all of the worst sort and yet here she was, giggling and acting so sweetly like the most lively of girls their age, the pressure of the outside world practically melted away it appeared Miranda was a woman beneath the burden of a world shed tried to take on all by herself and a victim of the wreckage when it came crashing down the fact shed given her this swell of freedom and joy even with a kiss as unconventional as that was well, it seemed like at least a bit of a win didnt it? When the door clicked behind Miranda Meghan collapsed down into her seat with a ragged breath her eyes rolling Oh Ollie what the frig did you get yourself into now? She said in an exhausted and unreasoning tone. For someone who was supposed to be a voice of reason, for someone who was supposed to encourage change, for the woman who was supposed to help people it sure did seem she was fabulous and not only staying the same and doing the unreasonable but doing anything but help herself. She groaned and sprawled out a little with a grimace Frigging heck mmnnnnngg Meghan looked over the side of her chair and toward her notepad and the disheveled pages. She wanted to write a little more on the final moments of the session but she was blanking, all she saw was Miranda closing in on her and kissing her with those demanding yet tender lips of hers. Knock, knock, knock come in, she warbled weakly as her door creaked open and an older woman, platinum blonde short feathered out hair, ice blue eyes and frameless lenses, a revealing blouse and black pencil skirt, perfectly manicured fire-truck red nails a devious grin. I see your session is over now Dr. Ollerenshaw, why dont we have one of our own then hmm? The woman crooned before stalking toward her. You look like you could use a little catharsis, Miranda can be trying . Cmon, Ill help you unwind. Hnng Im not much in the mood Jacquelyn. She relinquished, straightening in her seat and dropping her hands into her lap, looking at her lap regretfully. Yknow, I was suggesting it dont be rude. just go with it. the good doctor replied without give in her voice as she circled Meghans seat and placed her hands on her shoulders, digging her thumbs into the knots in Megs back. Cmon, dont fight it she whispered as she leaned down and much like their first she took a deep breath of Meghans green apple shampoo. - She didnt feel dirty, she didnt feel used, she didnt regret it and she didnt hate herself for it but it was hard to feel okay with it as she waited at the bus stop just trying to focus on standing up straight, tried not to think about the fact she wreaked of sex and her hair was a mess, try not to think of the possibility that Jacquelyn may have left a mark where she bit her on the bottom, try to walk straight even though she knew her little rump was swollen and stretched shed be fine tomorrow but today she didnt know if this was afterglow or a hangover more like. at least it got her to bed quick and moreover not regretting the fact she only had one ramen cup left to consider her dinner her first cheque hadnt come in yet and salary was going to be a whole new freedom she just had to get there first. As she found her way into the shower to wash off the events of the day it wasnt Jacquelyn she was thinking of though, even though Jacquelyn had taken her, bent her over her desk and if not for the thick privacy providing walls her cries would have rang out through each and every hall of the centre, no, it wasnt Jacquelyn she was thinking about it was Miranda Miranda and that kiss a kiss that not only made her feel alive but made her feel wanted for something other than her body. Jacquelyn hadnt kissed her once that entire time, she didnt even hold her after, just pulled out, chuckled and left once shed fixed her hair in the reflection of her computers monitor real fucking charming that. The thoughts were stronger on her way back, an extra tote prepared. She had her clinical clothing, a set of scrubs and some athletic clothes, her racket and a few balls, runners, wedges and a bag of toiletries most doctors kept a spare set in their locker or office if they used to facilities but Meghan couldnt justify the spending just yet maybe next week when her Salary came but till then she was slumming it and shed be venturing both ways with a full kit all week it seemed. She wondered how Miranda would be today, if shed be aggressive and antagonizing or if shed be giggling and smiling sweetly, if shed be insulting or charming, seductive or cruel, if shed try to kiss her again and while Meghan had never agreed to it what possibly she could ask if she lost the match they intended to hack out more important than all that, than her self-absorbed obsessions, if shed be able to help her today if shed be able to breed more progress if there was any at all and not just a shift of mood that was still new. Was that why shed stood at her doorstep for three whole minutes before she gave three chaste courtesy knocks? stepping in just as the third echoed out. Miranda? time for rounds! She chimed into the dusky room in an outfit similar to the day before, jeans, flats, an imitation designer blouse sweater vest combo, her charm bracelet and many little ear piercings of cheap conception.