Thanks to forensicsgirl who made it possible to post the story here! You are awesome!
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Author’s Note: This is pretty different from my normal writing style – or at least the normal writing style that I would normally share. It’s very stream-of-consciousness in style.
It’s also extremely angsty, so consider yourselves warned.
No characters are named, but it is written from Sofia’s POV, and her observations/feelings regarding Sara.
I see it burning there behind your eyes, searing into me. Branding me.
Scorched flesh. Charred and damaged. We are nothing except casualties now. Casualties – or perhaps walking wounded… our wounds scars and one day – nothing. A slight mark on our skin the only indication.
Kim hugged her knees as her eyes lingered on the white expanse before her. Her gaze followed the valleys and curves with affection and desire, warmth coursing so far inside her if felt as though it went as deep as the marrow of her bones. She was hesitant to break the spell with touch, but couldn’t bear to keep her hand still any longer. It had been too long that she’d been denied this pleasure, any pleasure, really. Everything had been so cold, and she had been alone, longing, hurting.
She stretched her palm out gently and let it hover over the center of Kerry’s back, feeling the intense heat the small body generated. She left her hand there, wondering how such a slip of a woman could hold so much energy. A minute passed, and she felt the fatigue in her arm beginning to set in.
I have to thank another great writer for this fanfiction (which will be even more longer than the pervious one but please read! :). In the story we will get to know Cindy’s darker side (because she has one!) and Lindsay’s softer one. I hope you will like it as much as I did.
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Summary: Cindy makes a few changes after getting shot.
Part 1 – Je Veux Te Voir
It’s a strange kind of feeling; a good, sizzling, churn in your gut jump start your brain kind of feeling, but strange all the same. Because it’s not one you’ve ever felt before. Funny how getting shot does things to you.
That’s the main focus of the two movies I watched during the last days. One is French the other is Spanish, both incredibly moving. I just love how these foreign films indicate so many emotions only in one short scene. You don’t get many details…you have to solve the puzzle, connecting the dots and finally getting the picture. I’m still wondering what the woman would have done after the movie (En la ciudad) was finished. Was she leaving or staying? Did she have the courage? To be with the other woman?
And regarding to Oublier Cheyenne: could love be so strong that one gave up everything she believed in? What really means “meant to be together”? Can you really not forget someone? How can you handle the loss of someone that you could die for?
And the questions could go on and on until we resolve why we’ve been created 😉
I highly recommend for you to watch these awesome movies. Go, rent the DVDs, buy them, anything. WORTH.IT.