Paige and the Lost Library of Atlantis

Paige and the Lost Library of Atlantis Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sweat poured into Page's eyes as she climbed. The blood now dried on her fingers spread across her forehead as she wiped the moisture away.

"Ahhh"! Paige exclaimed.

"What is all the ruckus about, my dear?" The Curator asked her. She always seemed to speak in a way that made you feel smaller.

"The sweat burns my fingers, and now I've probably got blood on my face."

Curiosity burning within her, Billie had to ask. "I'm sure Paige is even more curious than I am, but what the heck was that vampire hand lock thingy?"

"Yeah,"! Paige echoed. "What the hell took a bite out of my freaking hand?"

The Curator took a soft pink handkerchief out of her pocket and gently dabbed at her face. "It was most unusual. I have never seen anything like it in all my days. Trust me, dearie, I've been around for many, many days. If I were to venture a guess, an uneducated guess, mind you, I would say it was a DNA lock. Logic states that it has something to do with both of you being protectors."

"Holy Crap, couldn't I just have spit in a tube or something"? Paige said a bit bitterly, rubbing her fingers.

"Come now, girls, let's not dawdle on the past. We've got quite a lot of climbing left to do." With that, she turned away from the girls and kept climbing.

The Curator seemed only to have a gentle sparkle of sweat on her brow, while Paige was positively dripping with sweat. She seemed to carry on without fatigue, while Paige's thighs burned, and her breath came faster.

It didn't help that Billie was climbing right in front of her. Billie's top clung to her, and below her short skirt, her thighs glistened with sweat, and for some reason, Paige kept tripping up the staircase.

Billie looked back and grinned at her as if she knew why Paige kept tripping. Laughing as she climbed, she said, "Come on, Paige, we're almost there. I know you're angry with me, but's nice to know you've forgiven me enough to stare at my ass." With that, she turned around and kept climbing.

"I'm not staring..." Paige stammered, out of breath from the stairs. Just the climb. She wasn't out of breath for any other reason. A war was going on in her mind. Between 'Billie's smoking hot' and 'I don't want to objectify her.' Also, 'her skin glistens in the sunlight' and 'we're in the basement, why is there sunlight'? Her mind raced faster and faster as she climbed the staircase.

Finally, they clambered up to a marble platform. Paige and Billie collapsed upon the floor, their sweat making it slippery. On the other hand, the Curator sat demurely on the top step, pulled out a makeup compact, and powered her nose.

"Billie, you really mustn't lay like that while wearing a skirt. Up with you, both of you. Pull yourselves together ladies, we have a universe to save, unless you've forgotten." With that, the Curator stood up and walked toward the giant set of blue double doors.

Paige stood up, feeling a bit light-headed. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and reached a hand down to help Billie up off the floor. She laughed and looked her in the eyes.

"Somehow, we always end up on the floor, don't we?"

Billie smiled and looked Paige up and down. "You usually don't seem to mind ending up on the floor with me."

Taking Billie's hand, Paige pulled her up. She leaned closer, placing a kiss on her forehead. Tears filled Billie's eyes as she pulled Paige against her, kissing her like she could save her with a touch. Paige's heart beat faster, pouring love and forgiveness against Billie's soft lips. Their tears danced with their laughter, and for a moment, they had each other. No anger, no danger, just pure connection. Only genuine, beautiful, human connection.