ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Blue Oblivion

by Jp

© December 1999

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Disclaimers: Technically, these swinging chicks belong only to me, but…they may resemble a couple of cool ladies that belong to RenPics. This is not for profit just a little fun and what a bad case of writers’ block, a boring job, and a jolt of inspiration can inspire.

Violence: There’s a couple of moments of swift ass-kicking. On a scale of 1 to 5, I’d give it: 3 or maybe 4 buckets of blood.

Sex: Where? When? How much? And how come nobody told me? Nothing too bad, just some sweet grrl on grrl fumbling. If that gets your panties all in bunch then look elsewhere, no harm no foul.

Language: I didn’t think virgin ears was still a concept, so naturally, I ignored it.

Other crap: ‘Charm City’ is my home when I’m not at school, so it inspired me. I’ve taken a few liberties with the landscape, but in an off hand sort of way, it’s right. Uh, I’m supposed to warn about hurt/comfort…so I’m warning.

By the ways and thank yous: Yes, this is my first jaunt into the genre of UBER!!! By the way the Serenity prayer isn’t mine. I’d like to say that I came up with all those wonderful lyrics but actually they belong to: Gershwin (The Man I Love); Young, Crosby, Washington (Ghost of a Chance); Webster/Livingston (12^th of Never); Ellington, Gordon,Mills (Prelude to a Kiss); Strayhorn(Lush Life); (Angel eyes). I don’t really have anyone to directly thank, but special big-ups go to all those kick ass writers (T. Novan, Missy Good, Morrig, LN James, yada yada, the list goes on) who have kept me up way past my bedtime and have made all my last minute paper writing sessions possible.

Lunchtime: Feel free to drop me a line and tell me whatcha’ think, whatcha’ hate, whatcha’ like and all that. Be easy, be gentle, but if it’s constructive criticism give me your best shot. catwoman59@hotmail.com

Suggested reading tips: Fix a Martini and grab a stack of cd’s that include: Diana Krall, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Cassandra Wilson( just to name a few) and then

Chapter 36 (Conclusion)

Dawn was barely breaking across the Wednesday morning sky, when Conner disentangled herself from Blue’s embrace and hurried to the bathroom. She stopped in the kitchen on her way back and threw a disgusted look at the dishes in the sink as she grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. Nearly a week had passed since the fire and the attack. Conner had finally called an irate Terry on Tuesday and in between Terry’s bouts of making it quite clear how worried she was, Terry managed to fill her in on what was happening.

Of course, Manny was nowhere to be found and it seemed that Ewan had skipped the country for some R&R according to Wilhelm. As for the club, it would be about two months before things were up and running. It was at that, that Conner mentioned Blue would probably be singing by then. This tidbit sent Terry into a hissy fit, as it suddenly made sense to her about two dead bodies. The third guy with the broken leg had been arrested, but he wasn’t talking. Conner found herself in a soul searching mode, as she sat with Blue in the tub, mulling over the fact that she killed a person. Blue ran through two pads of paper as she tried to assuage Conner’s fears of rotting in hell forever.

On the whole, Tuesday was a rough night for both women. Conner finally got to vent over Duncan’s death and Blue confessed that she only felt remorse when she looked at Conner. The bright spot in all thier talking was the fact that Carmen was still alive, and was quite possibly going to shit a brick when she met Conner. The comment made both women howl with laughter as they imagined the situation and all the while Conner scratched carelessly at her tattoo as if it were a rash. Blue finally pulled Conner’s hand away from her neck and asked her if she wanted to get it removed. Conner shrugged her shoulders and said no, while absently considering getting something to cover it up. She decided that certain something should match the butterfly on Blue’s hip. Her idea of course required a thorough examination of the artwork, that led to a watery exploration of each other’s bodies, that made its way to the bathroom tile and eventually the bedroom. Conner had only been asleep for an hour when the call of nature beckoned her. She found Blue padding the bed with closed eyes when she returned. Conner just smiled as she stripped off her shorts and nestled back under the covers against Blue’s warm naked frame, falling quickly into sleep.

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Another week and a half had passed as both women found themselves drifting on the bay, sailing to no where in particular. Two bodies lounged on the deck sunning themselves in the early August sun. Blue was careful to keep her neck propped up , so as not to stretch the wound, that was now covered by a single strip of gauze held up by two Winnie the Pooh bandaids at either side. Conner wore her own bandage that covered her still healing tattoo on the nape of her neck. A day earlier they traveled to Rehobeth and found a nice tattoo parlor. The tattoo artist, Rick, was thrilled beyond belief at the chance to turn Conner’s Celtic knot into a majestic blue and black Gloss swallow tail butterfly. A day later Conner lay on her stomach desperately tying to get some color and relieve the apprehension of their return to the city in a few days. Conner was eager to began putting her life together, and to her that meant ignoring Ewan and focusing solely on Blue, who was stretching out her six foot frame on the bow of the boat. Conner turned her head towards the dark beauty and watched the sunlight wash across full breasts, toned arms, a taut stomach, and sprinkle golden rays down long legs. She didn’t hold back the smile that welled up on her insides and tugged at her mouth, as she let her gaze travel over the lightly sleeping woman. She felt her stomach do flips as she thought about what lay ahead for them.

Conner was thinking about fixing up her Uncle’s Ranch and asking Blue to move in or whatever she wanted. Both women knew they still could stand to deal with some things, but Conner came up with the brilliant idea of making love instead of arguing. Suddenly, the daily crossword took a lot longer as they would dispute the spelling of jai alai just for the hell of it. In time they’d deal with Ewan, but now, Conner just wanted to solidify their future. She had even gone as so far as to purchase a hand-crafted diamond-studded silver band that was emblazoned with the word ‘eternity’ in Greek on the band. She had attached the ring to a necklace, just to prove to Blue that she wasn’t trying to pressure her, but that she meant to be in this for the long haul.

Conner fingered the velvet box underneath the towel under head and got up. She slipped the box in the small of her back as she walked towards the padded bench near where the woman lay. Blue sat up and turned her body as if she was about to flip-over when she caught Conner’s misty green gaze. Conner practically had to sit on her hands to keep from touching the bronze woman that was making her heart melt and her insides tingle, as she got up from her perch on the bow and sauntered towards Conner wearing nothing but the black bikini bottoms to her swim suit and a smile. Blue knelt down in front of Conner so that they were eye level and rested her forearms on Conner’s knees.

"Conner , breath." The sweet husk of her voice was still powerful even shrouded in the whisper of a voice that Blue was speaking with. If she tried to talk any louder, she did a dead-on Godfather impersonation, which delighted the women for two days straight until they ran out of lines to say. Conner finally breathed and blinked as Blue ran her knuckles down Conner’s cheek. "What’s up Red? You okay?" Conner looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Hey- "

Conner placed slim fingers on Blue’s lips and smiled. She ran her hand through Blue’s hair and smiled. Now Blue began to look worried. Conner sensed the woman’s impending grimace before she made it and shook her head. "I’m okay, I just…I love you, that’s all." Blue smiled as she watched Conner’s ears redden.

"I love you too, knuckle head." Blue brushed her lips over Conner’s. She pulled back and creased her brow. "You sure you’re okay?"

Conner nodded again as she removed Blue’s hand from her face and held the hand in her lap. "Will you stay with me?"

Blue thought it an odd question, but she smiled all the same. "Am I going somewhere?" She looked around at the water playfully as she spoke. When she turned back to Conner, she met with damp red-gold hair as Conner bent her head to focus on the palm of Blue’s hand. Conner asked her question again. Blue used her free hand to tip up Conner’s head, allowing deep blue to meet with verdant green. Blue realized that it was no longer just a question. Blue grasped Conner’s hand and entwined the fingers. Here she had been worried about what was going to happen when they left here, how they were going to put things back together. It was so easy out here with no distractions and no politics, but the city would have its consequences. However, as Conner’s words echoed through her, she knew that she had only one real desire. "For how long?", she asked.

Green eyes sparkled. "For as long as you’ll have me"

A puckish grin formed on full lips as she cocked an eyebrow. "The 12^th of never."

Conner raised a blonde eyebrow at the cryptic statement. "What?"

"The 12^th of never."

Conner nodded. "Oh, like the 6^th of August."

Blue smiled and then she held out her free hand palm up in a gesture of waiting. Conner raised an eyebrow in a gesture of innocence and tried not to smile. "What?" she asked. "What’s in the box Red?"

Conner eyes grew wide and Blue kept a straight face. "Wha- what box?"

"The one your cute little butt is sitting on. Hand it over." When Conner didn’t flinch, Blue released her hold on Conner and held out both her hands and added a slight pout to her ploy.

Conner threw up her hands in defeat. "You suck."

"I know, but I hear I’m quite good." Blue leaned in and ran a pink tongue across Conner’s lips and watched as the small woman squirmed.

Conner finally gathered herself and leaned back out of reach of the questing tongue. "Hey, hey, this is serious." Blue stopped her antics for the moment and sat back on her heels as she put both hands behind her back and then proceeded to stick out her bottom lip and cast her eyes downward in a dejected manner. Conner smiled like a madwoman as she took in the acting job that Blue was engaged in. She thought to herself, ‘I’d be insane not to want you forever.’ Conner let out a laugh as she framed Blue’s face with her smaller hands and lifted her head so that they were eye to eye. "You big baby." She planted a soft kiss on Blue’s still pouting lips. The grown woman who was acting like a six-year old smiled as she once again rested her forearms on Conner’s knees.

"So wait, should I put on some clothes or something?"

Conner cast gleaming green eyes down at firm bronze flesh and wiggled her eyebrows. "Nah, I’ll take you as you are."

"That’s good to know." Blue searched Conner’s eyes and saw the hesitation. "So?"

"So, uh, I love ya."

"You said that all ready."

"Well, I should tell you everyday."

"Well then I’ll just have to be here everyday won’t I?" Blue reigned in her grin as she watched Conner’s face flush. She gave Conner’s knees a light squeeze for encouragement.

"W-well do you want to be here everyday?" Her voice was barely as loud as Blue’s.

Blue leaned forward until their foreheads touched. "Are you asking me?"

"Am I asking?" Conner let out a chuckle realizing that things weren’t working out like she planned. Suddenly she lifted her head with a snap. "Am I asking?" she spoke more to herself and then she stared hard at Blue and then a wide smile spread across her face. "I’m begging! I’m pleading! I’m open!" She threw her hands wide and Blue’s face drained of color as she watched the small velvet box go floating through the air to the water below.

"Holy shit!" Blue hopped up on the bench and leaned over the railing as she watched the water over take the box . She turned around not sure what to say and sat down on the bench, one leg underneath her. She rested confused eyes on an extremely calm Conner, who sat with her arm stretched out across the railing.

Conner wore a smirk on her face. "You wanted to cry at the end of Titanic didn’t you?"

Blue shrugged and grinned. "I’ll admit it, I’m just a shallow, materialistic, debutante." She waved her hand through the air in an elegant manner.

"Then I hope this meets your needs, your highness." Conner lifted her right arm off the railing, revealing a sliver chain with a ring on it dangling from her finger, and moved it in Blue’s direction.

Blue shook her head and then grabbed Conner’s arm and pulled her into an embrace. "You afraid I’ll lose it?"

Conner laughed as she pulled back and began to unhook the clasp. "No, just no pressure."

Blue placed a hand on Conner’s and arched an eyebrow. "I love your pressure Conner."

Conner let one end of the necklace go and let the ring slide off into her palm. She held up the ring to Blue’s moist eyes. She was beaming. Blue couldn’t even lift her arm to take hold of the ring. The prospect of perpetual joy and happiness was overwhelming and it was a concept she no longer believed in. But, amazingly enough it all seemed possible as she stared at the intricate piece of metalwork and mineral. Blue noted the Greek lettering on the inside of the band and smiled even wider.

"How long did it take you to spell that?"

Conner blushed. "Olaf helped. Now are you gonna take this or at least hold out your finger?"

Blue rolled her eyes. "I’m nervous okay. Besides, I just need to make sure this is real."

"Why don’t you pucker up and I’ll prove it?"

Blue just smiled as Conner leaned in and their lips met. Conner applied gentle pressure as her lips parted and her tongue escaped to the confines of Blue’s mouth. The pressure grew intense as fingers found their way into hair and upon bare breasts. Blue pulled away reluctantly as she noted that Conner was only working with one hand, due to the jewelry in the other.

"How about I take that off your hands?" Blue held out her hand to a smiling, yet flustered Conner and watched as trembling fingers slipped the ring on her finger. Conner brought the hand to her lips and kissed it, closing her eyes in silent prayer.

"I love you, you big dumb Ox."

Blue smiled. "I love you too…midget."

The women shared a giggle and a soft kiss. "So, you ever made love on the bow of a 30 foot boat, Ms. Melancolvios?"

"Can’t say that I have Ms. McGreely."

Conner stood up and held her hand out to Blue. "Well, I think we should make that happen and just to make it interesting, let’s see if you can count those diamonds while I’m a-pplying pressure."

Conner let out a whoop! as her feet left the ground and Blue walked the three feet to the bow with Conner in her arms. She laid Conner down on the sunwarmed fiberglass and they gazed at one another silently. Conner forgot about Boston, forgot about Ewan, forgot about Baltimore, and in her last moments of coherent thought (two seconds before their lips met) she couldn’t think of one reason why she didn’t belong with woman hovering over her.

* * *

As the sun traveled out of the sky and into what looked like the ocean itself, a moment of rest came for two deserving souls. As they lay cradled in one another’s arms daring the elements or the seagulls to question their love. The earth made no qualms and only served to celebrate the two women as the warm air passed over them and the pounding surf lulled them to sleep. It was beyond joy. Beyond happiness and beyond perfection.

It was Right.

Epilogue:

In Conner’s dreams Ewan was going to stay in Scotland and never come back. Reality dictated that he would return, but Fall was upon the bay side city and Conner knew she wouldn’t have to deal with Ewan until at least the first of year. As of now Conner had decisions to make and the hardest one was deciding who she would be reporting those decisions to. From the moment she entered the city three months earlier, all eyes fell on the small woman, and ears were open to her words. As of now she was head of the McGreely clan.

However, at the moment, as Conner sat at a table somewhere in the middle of the newly remodeled club surrounded by Terry and Sara, the last thing she was thinking about was taking over her family’s business. Tonight was all about the statuesque goddess that stood in soft light of the spotlight awaiting her cue. A royal blue slip of a dress clung to every inch of her body as the hand woven silk framed her body and pooled onto the stage in a small train behind her. To look at her now with eyes colored lapis lazuli, fixed on dark emerald orbs, and her face all aglow one would never know what she had been through. Not that the diamond choker she wore around her neck didn’t do well to avert ones attention from the wisp of scar that ran across her trachea. Even so, whatever questions anyone had about what transpired a few months ago, every doubt was wiped away and replaced with words that poured out of her throat like warm honey being spun into milk. The words may have been meant just for Conner, but everybody in that room felt it and knew it for what is was :

"You ask how much I love you, I’ll tell you true.. until the 12^th of never, I’ll still be loving you,"

END.

Thanks for taking the ride. Hope you enjoyed it. -j.p.

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