*** This series was awarded
Best Lesbian Story
, as well as
Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story
in the
2019 Reader's Choice Awards
. Thank you to all who voted. ***
Welcome to Chapter Eight. If you're planning on reading this but you haven't finished chapters One through Seven, then, well... I don't know what to tell you anymore. Come here, sit next to me and I'll pat your knee and tell you that everything's okay.
As usual, I've updated my Spotify playlist with the songs featured in this chapter. You can find the link in the contact tab of my author page.
Thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his diligent work in making me look less dumb.
This chapter is dedicated to a dear internet friend. She knows who she is.
~~ Front Royal, Virginia, June ~~
JO
After taking the controls from Blue, Jo had flown her dad's Bell-47 back to the farm. It was a hair-raising flight, with Jo throwing the helicopter into dives and banks, and following the path of the Shenandoah River the last couple miles a few dozen feet off the water. When she approached the farm and climbed to a less terrifying altitude, Henry insisted Blue take the controls back, wanting her to get more practice at landing. It took her a few attempts to get straight on the sled outside the hanger. She came down crooked and dusted off the first two times, while Jo sat on her hands to keep from grabbing the stick. On the third try, Blue set it down perfectly. She killed the engine and after the blades slowed to a stop, hit the remote to slide Margaret back into her home.
Just taking the controls for a short time seemed to have breathed life into Jo and she was almost bouncing as they walked back to the house. They spent a few minutes making small talk with Henry, then Jo made their excuses and nearly dragged Blue back to her cabin.
"I think someone is in a good mood," Blue gasped as Jo pinned her to the wall just inside the door and nibbled on her neck.
"God Blue, after everything you've done for me since I woke up... today was... if dad hadn't been with us I'd have taken you right there in the cockpit before the rotor had even spun down." She pulled Blue's shirt off. "I'm only a little mad at you for springing the Major on me like that." She threw Blue over her shoulder and limped into the bedroom to throw them both down on the bed.
"Jo, your dad is right next door! I can see his porch from here!" she pointed across Jo's house to the glass front door.
"Fine!" Jo got up and shut her bedroom door. "Better?" she said, whipping off her own shirt and sports bra in one motion.
Blue leaned up on her elbows, grinning. "I haven't seen this Jo since January. I like this Jo."
Jo had kicked off her sneakers and was busy pulling off her jeans, getting them snagged on her prosthetic. She impatiently ripped them past her foot. "You better get used to this Jo, 'cause you're the one that's brought her out." She fumbled with the button on Blue's jeans. "I like you better in dresses," she growled as she worked them down her hips. Her eyes widened to see that her Blue Girl wasn't wearing underwear. "And you getting me back on the stick this weekend..."
Blue giggled and said, "Which stick is that Jo? The one in your dad's helicopter? Or the one I strapped around your hips last night?"
"You sexy little..." Jo breathed. "That's it, incoming!" She launched herself at Blue, who squealed
"Eep!"
with delight.
Later, as Jo lay on her back with Blue resting her head on her shoulder, she mused, "Gotta say, I was skeptical about your 'Jo plan', but I'm feeling a lot better about things right at this moment."
"That's good," Blue murmured, half asleep.
"What's next on the agenda?"
"Mmmm. You'll find out soon."
There was a pause, then Jo said "You're not going to spring something big on me again are you? You know I have a problem with that."
Blue turned her head to rest her chin on Jo's chest and look her in the eyes. "Sorry, I forgot. We have three weekends left before the beach tour. Tonight, we're going back to D.C. You still have PT and therapy all week. But I was going to take us out on Thursday evening."
"To do what?"
"Something you told me you wanted to do the night we met."
"Huh. Refresh my memory?"
~~ Fairfax, Virginia, July ~~
JILL
"I don't know why this is making me so nervous," Jo said.
"Maybe because the Army hasn't let you do this for the last thirteen years of your life?" I asked.
"I guess so."
"Do you regret doing it?"
"No," Jo said, turning her head back and forth as she looked in the mirror, "No, I think I really like it. You were right, this is cool."
I smiled. "Megan Rapinoe's got nothing on you baby."
Jo's hair was purple now, starting with a bright purple at the tips and fading to a light, whitish-purple at the roots, and styled a little more punk than normal, with the six-inch long hair on top curling down over the left side of her forehead, the sides and back still almost buzzed tight against her head.
"Justine, Blue was right, you're a wizard."
"Thanks," my sister said as she ran her fingers through Jo's hair. She eyed Jo's haircut critically, then picked up her scissors and clipped off a microscopic fraction of an inch off the front. "As it grows out, your natural hair color should go pretty well with the color I managed at the roots, so you should be good for at least six weeks. Don't wash your hair for seventy-two hours. Stay out of swimming pools and hot tubs for a while if you can. I don't know why I'm telling you this, Jill is probably as good at taking care of a dye job as I am at this point. But you're done. Jill's got another hour to go at least."
I was sitting in the salon chair next to Jo's, my hair festooned with foil strips. I was keeping the blue hair, but Justine was adding in highlights in lighter and darker blues, with the occasional streak of purple. The stylist that Dr. Samuels had taken me to in Germany had done an adequate job, but it had been fairly monochrome. My sister was making it look more... naturally blue, if that could be a thing.
"Okay." Jo said standing up from the chair. "Do you mind if I go check out the Guitar Center across the way?" My sister's salon was in a strip mall in Fairfax near the intersection of Fairfax and Lee Highways. We'd passed the guitar store when we'd driven through the shopping center.
"Not if you kiss me before you go."
Jo chuckled and leaned over to plant a long kiss on me. "I'll be back before you're done."
"I don't think I've ever seen you as happy as you are with her," Justine told me when Jo had left. "She's certainly unlike anyone else you've ever dated." She was fussing with my hair while we talked.