As some of you know, I've been writing my first:girl series over at tabbyqt.wordpress.com and I wanted to give you guys a little snippet of the latest post. For the juicy part you'll have to go to wordpress. No password needed for this one. Some pieces of the story are under password (which is very easy to get through comment, twitter, or email by saying please!)
My throat felt tight and my eyes were hot. I gulped for air and turned my head to rest my cheek on Gwen’s breast. I couldn’t keep it in and my chest heaved against hers as a quiet sob ripped through my throat.
“What are you- Oh my god, are you crying?” Gwen asked incredulously, stroking my shoulder. I sat up, shoving her arm away from where it had been wrapped around me and wiped a tear from my cheek.
“I’m not crying!” I protested, but my voice broke. “It’s just-” Gwen was laughing at me! “Come on, do you have no heart? Bette and Tina are supposed to be together forever!” I sobbed at her. “You knew this was going to happen and you made me watch it anyway, you bitch!"
She cracked up, doubled over laughing at my heartbroken state. “It’s a TV show. Tabby, you’re crying over L Word. They’re not real!” she managed in between chuckles.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s – They’re – Jesus, Gwen, she was her first!” I wasn’t crying anymore, mad at her instead.
“So she can go out and experience something new,” she shrugged. “That’s a good thing. You never know what’s going to happen, who’s going to stay together or get together or get back together or what’s going to fall apart. That’s all part of the fun.” She got up to get herself a glass of water.
“It’s not fun,” I grumbled, clutching a pillow to my chest. I wiped the stray tears from my face and the ache behind my eyes dimmed and took up residence faintly behind my heart. She brought a glass of water for me without asking and I gulped it down gratefully. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d gotten. Wordlessly, she handed me the other glass and I drank the whole thing as well, but slower. I handed it back to her with a raised brow and then flushed. Right, I’d been crying, of course I was thirsty.
“Can we watch something happy now?” I begged.
“Happy? With lesbians?” she joked wryly. “Pick out whatever,” she gestured to the shelf.
I looked through the titles she’d already made me watch: My Summer of Love, Itty Bitty Titty Committee, But I’m a Cheerleader, Lost and Delirious, Better than Chocolate, and Boys Don’t Cry. I guess happiness was a mixed bag.
I shrugged, still thinking about the fictional break up I'd just witnessed. "Can we just...I don't know."
"You want to go for a walk?" she asked, and I lit up. How could she know me better than I knew myself?
We pulled on our coats and I slipped on my flats as she took a
cigarette from a pack in the back of a kitchen drawer. It was odd that
she wanted to smoke, since usually it was a social thing for her, but we
had both been stressed out at work. She lit it and we quickly made our
way out the front door, locking it behind us.
The night was cold
and crisp, the stars overhead were glowing, crystal clear points in a
dark lake. Our breath fanned out in front of us and frost was already
gathering on the grass. The tops of my feet chilled between my flats and
the hem of my jeans.
"Gwen," I took her hand in mine,
velvet-soft, warm, slightly larger than mine. We fell into synchronized
step immediately, I'm not sure whether it was a conscious effort on
her part or not. It didn't seem like it.
"What's up, girl?" she
asked, blowing smoke from the corner of her mouth. I loved when she did
that. I loved the Christmas smell of her vanilla and clove cigarettes
and wondered what she must taste like.
"What's it like to live in the city, where you can't see the milky way, or the teaspoon?"
"The teaspoon?" she laughed questioningly, pulling another drag off her cigarette.
nudged her playfully. "Pleiades. The Seven Sisters. It looks like the
Big Dipper but really, really tiny so I always called it the teaspoon.
It's right there," I pointed it out to her and she readjusted her
"Wow, I don't think I ever even realized there was a
constellation there," she confessed, cigarette pressed against the frame
of her glasses. She still hadn't let go of my hand. I let my head drop
to her shoulder and looked up at the stars, breathing her in.
a thousand of them. Cassiopeia is that big 'W' shape, and her daughter
Andromeda and Perseus are both up there with her. Perseus is carrying
Medusa's head - that red star right there is her eye, and it's a
malicious star in every culture."
"Weird," she craned her head
back to look at the constellations I'd pointed out. The cold bit into my
skin and I was shivering, but my nose brushed against the skin of her
neck. I leaned in and kissed the warm, soft skin below her ear, begging
silently for her not to pull away.
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