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.
The bouquet of roses was a bright spot of color and a point of intense interest on the desk, and Randi did her best to pretend she was ignoring them. But the name on the card was driving her crazy: “DR. KERRY WEAVER”. Fourteen of the reddest long-stemmed roses she’d ever seen were expertly arranged in a large crystal vase, clearly a gift worth well into the hundreds of dollars. And there were fourteen: she’d counted twice, just to be sure. Careful to keep her eye out for Dr. Weaver, she peered closely at the card, hoping against hope that she’d be able to discern the sender just by looking at the envelope.
“Who got the flowers?” Randi nearly jumped a foot off her chair, momentarily terrified that the recipient of the card had busted her for snooping. But it was only Haleh, fortunately, and Randi was grateful for small favors.
That was the scene when I realised something. That there is more out there. That I found something new, something earthshaking. Something true.
I was a solid ER fan back then and on every Tuesday (in Hungary, it was the air-date) I watched the episodes.
Then one night, this scene burnt in my memory like nothing else before. That exact moment, when you know…your life has changed forever. I was excited, curious what it could be and it came to me like a natural thing. Then I had my first girlfriend and I knew this is what I was subconsciously looking for.
I’ve met wonderful people along the way (Rosa, how could I ever possible thank all you’ve been doing for me???), all my friends were understanding (really, nobody turned their back to me) and I’m lucky that I ran into this scene. That’s why lesbian related movies, tv series, scenes are so important! Without it I wouldn’t know who I really am.
Sometimes I just love to read others’ femslash fanfictions. Why? It relaxes my mind and I love to be in another “universe” when I read them. I can imagine a whole other world, I can sometimes relate to the characters (if it’s really well written :)).
So here are a few pages where great fanfictions can be found: