Reason
by Erin Griffin
(Murder in Suburbia   Ash/Scribbs)

We often ask eachother what makes our job worth some of the things we go through to solve a murder. Every now and again, people get united, or reunited at times. Once you see a little bit of happiness in somone's eyes, or at the very least a sense of peace after knowing the truth about their missing loved one, it becomes known why I do this job. Mostly though, I don't have to wait that long for a reason to get up in the morning. All I have to do is is look at my collegue and I know why I do this job. It's not just because I get to work next to a beautiful woman everyday. That's just an added bonus. Her smile reminds me that for every murdering, thieving, raping arsehole in the world, there are a dozen or more people who just want to live and love in peace. There are people out there with hopes and dreams. People like her whom I swore to protect. In my heart and in my mind, I swore to protect her more than anyone.

Side by Side
by Erin Griffin
(Murder in Suburbia   Ash/Scribbs)

It really was a nice funeral home. It wasn't where I'd expect to do a murder inquiry, seeing as the clientel was already dead, but Scribbs and I spent the better part of the afternoon there. I watched as Scribbs took her time getting back to the car. She looked around, and I did the same. There were more flowers in my line of view than in most flourists I've seen. Scribbs was in awe, and I smiled when she came in. "You think we'd be buried in a place like this?"

"What you mean side by side?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"You drive me mad as it is, Scribbs. I don't need you breaking rules in the afterlife, too."

"In the afterlife, you won't need your rules," Scribbs replied as she backed out of the car park.

"Touche," Ash said. She looked to her right at her partner and put a hand over Scribbs', which despite Ash's lecturing was on her knee instead of on the steering wheel. "Yeah, I think we will be."

Do You Think...
by Erin Griffin
(Murder in Suburbia   Ellie/Zenith)

Ellie watched nervously as Zenith paced back and forth. "Poor JJ, but I can't be having my residents getting upset," Zenith said for the second time that night.

"Oh Zen, come to bed." At this, Zenith stopped pacing.

"Alright," the older of the two said, slowly taking off her dark blue robe.

As she shifted to make room for her lover, Ellie asked, "Do you think those detectives, Ashurst and Scribbins, are lovers?"

"If they keep on like I've seen them, they will be. Besides, why do you think I gave them the large room with the double bed instead of the one downstairs with the two twins?" Ellie smiled as Zenith snuggled into her. "G'night Darling. I love you."

"I love you too," Ellie replied as she turned out the lamp on her side of the bed, "and I'm so sorry," she finished in a whisper.

"What was that, Love?"

"Oh nothing. Goodnight." Ellie said, intertwining her hand with Zenith's.

"Goodnight."

The Dance
by ralst
(Waking the Dead   Stella/Eve)

Grace watched casually as the two women danced around one another, their words constrained by the dictates of the latest case, while each look and move spoke of unasked questions and uncertainty. It was fascinating, from a clinical perspective, especially given the diverse nature of each woman; Stella, with her fiery youth and untamed passions, and Eve, the epitome of the cool and level headed scientist cast into the prickly shell of an individualist. They were a study in contrasts.

Their dance had started slowly, and even Grace, the professional observer, had overlooked the building rhythm as mere background noise, until the melody had been released and the patterns began to take shape. Their subtleties were almost lost amid the flamboyance of Boyd's tantrums and percussion of Spencer's hard-won restraint.

The dance was beautiful, but ultimately the time would come when the music would change, and they would be forced to decide whether to sit out the next song or commit to a new dance. Grace hoped they would take the chance.

A New Purpose
by Ann
(The Sarah Connor Chronicles   Sarah/Cameron)

“I swear.”

With a slight tilt of her head, Cameron repeated her earlier words and gripped the processor tightly in her fist, the lie flowing smoothly from her synthetic lips. She’d kept quiet when Sarah had emphatically stated that she knew what Cameron had been thinking, and Cameron hadn’t bothered to deny that the elimination of Charley Dixon was the last thing on her cybernetic mind. It should have been, but instead, she’d been entirely focused on her own termination and when it might come about. Sarah’s threat to take her apart piece by piece had only served to make Cameron even more aware that existence as she knew it could be eliminated with a flick of a switchblade and twist of a pair of pliers. She patiently waited until Sarah had walked away before opening her hand and looking down on the metal which stood out in stark contrast against the pale skin which covered her metallic endoskeleton.

Cameron again gripped the piece tightly and then carefully eased it into the pouch of her belt. Her original program orders still held top priority, John Connor would not be terminated, but Cameron now had a new purpose – neither would she.

Confessions
by Freya
(Medical Investigation   Natalie/Eva)

It just happens to be Natalie Miles confides in, one day on the flight to Boston.

Nursing his coffee, staring with unseeing eyes, Miles snaps out of his reverie by Natalie shifting in her seat and when their eyes meet, he just blurts them out, the words Natalie later recalls when she slips into bed with Eva.

“I think I could love her.”

Next to Natalie, Eva’s eyes grow wide. “Poor boy,” escapes her mouth and Natalie laughs out loud, because Eva is barely older than Miles and the situation is just too amusing.

Pulling Eva closer, Natalie repeats Miles’ words once more, then adds softly “I think I already do.”

Symphony of Dreams
by Freya
(Medical Investigation   Natalie/Eva)

To the Eva of her dreams, Natalie imagines herself like a fine tuned piano, as dull as that cliché might sound.

Eva may not be the only one who can play that piano, but she is most definitely the only one who has mastered the art of grandeur. Not only the art of knowing which key will elicit which sound, though considering the multitude of keys hidden away on Natalie’s body that not even Natalie in all her years on earth has managed to compile to an accurate number, that might be a discipline all of its own.

No, rather has Eva mastered the fineness of touch; knowing exactly how much pressure needs to be applied to a certain key to change a breath to a sigh to a moan to a cry, an octave lower or higher, a pitch softer or louder. The art of knowing how to bring forth the sweetest melody of all, consisting of no sounds at all, when Natalie’s voice cracks, her body stiffens, her mind goes blank and all she can feel is the music filling her, her body overflowing with the oldest song of humanity.

Eva may not be the only one who can play her, but she is the only one who creates something beautiful together with Natalie when she plays.

When one day Natalie finds the Eva of her dreams standing next to her in the lab, hips cocked just so and a radiant smile on her face, something deep within her begins to stir and Natalie suddenly feels like singing.

I Love You
by Kayryn
(Criminal Minds   Emily/JJ)

Emily lay in bed, cuddled next to JJ. Looking at her lover, she was overwhelmed with the sweetest of feelings for the gorgeous blonde.

“Have I told you recently that I love you?”

“Yes, you have,” JJ answered, leaning closer and gently kissing her. “In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, and I do believe it does, you said so repeatedly just last night.”

Emily pretended her face didn’t just turn crimson red at the mention of their earlier activities a few hours earlier.

“I think,” JJ continued, grinning, “the last time was between “harder” and “oh god yes.”

Cut Throat, Literally
by carpesomediem
(Weeds   Nancy/Celia)

Celia tried not to flinch. But she couldn't help but find excitement in the danger, her life – or so she thought – hanging in the balance. She'd never seen Nancy quite like this. Nancy's lips were inches from her, threatening her with all the intensity the brunette mustered. So, Celia did the only thing she could think of to shut her up: She kissed her. Nancy was hesitant to return the kiss, but she did, dropping the knife to the floor and clambering up the counter. She mounted Celia, the blonde snaking her arms around her neck and pulling Nancy closer.

There's a Call Room Everywhere
by carpesomediem
(Private Practice   Addison/Charlotte)

Charlotte King was buzzing, running on empty through the hospital.

Two days without sleep and so far she couldn't find a cure. Everybody had tried to help but with little success. She ran into Addison in a hallway; the red head was checking up on a patient from the clinic, when the next thing they both knew, the vivacious blonde pulled her into the on call room. Without delay, she went at Addison furiously, clumsily from the lack of sleep.

Once it was over, Addison dressed herself and smiled at a sleeping Charlotte who finally found her cure for insomnia.

For Now
by carpesomediem
(Harry Potter   Hermione/Tonks)

"Don't speak," Tonks said. Hermione merely nodded, running her fingertips across the older woman's jaw line. She smiled, holding back tears.

They knew the likelihood of seeing each other again was slim to none. Saying it now would do nothing to prepare them for what was to come; they were on the outskirts of Hogwarts, waiting on the word to engage Lord Voldemort.

"It's time," Harry interrupted. Hermione broke away, not looking back as she joined him and Ron and headed towards the castle. That's when Tonks pulled out her wand, met up with the Order and followed close behind.

Blanche's Closet
by carpesomediem
(Golden Girls   Dorothy/Blanche)

"Do you really need all of this? There's enough clothes in here to keep everyone in Miami dressed for years."

"Those aren't all clothes," Blanche laughed, "Some of those are costumes."

"Costumes?" Dorothy rose an eyebrow skeptically. "What do you mean costumes?"

"Think about it, Dorothy!" The taller woman did think about it, and when it finally donned on her, she wanted to smack Blanch upside the head like she normally did to Rose after one of her St. Olaf stories concluded. This was Blanche, after all!

"Oh…" Dorothy trailed off, turning around to find her dressed as a cowgirl.

Pussycat
by carpesomediem
(Golden Girls   Dorothy/Blanche)

Sophia had never seen anything more disturbing. She had walked into Dorothy's room without knocking, like she normally did, and found her daughter and Blanche in bed. Together.

"Oh, pussycat! How did it come to this? I know you can't land a man to save your life, but was it really that bad-"

"-Ma-" Dorothy tried interjecting.

"-Don't ma me, Dorothy! No daughter of mine would get in bed with that two-bit, two-timing floozy!"

"Aren't you going to say anything in my defense?" Blanche prodded. Dorothy merely shrugged; her mom was painting an accurate picture so far.

You Wanted to See Me?
by ralst
(Criminal Minds   Emily/JJ)

"Garcia said you wanted me?"

"She did?" JJ turned a puzzled eye on the papers and folders strewn across her desk. "There's nothing that..." A touch of red infused her cheeks. "I am going to kill her."

"Excuse me?" Normally those words would have worried Emily but the mortified look on JJ's face told her that Garcia wasn't in any immediate danger. "Is everything okay, JJ?"

"Garcia, she... She wanted me to go on a double date with her and some guy she met on the internet." She couldn't quite meet Emily's eyes as she added. "But I said the only way she'd get me to come along was if she could rustle up the wo... person of my dreams."

Emily looked confused until the moment JJ's eyes met hers and suddenly, "Oh."

She Sees
by ralst
(Criminal Minds   Emily/JJ)

I know who's on the other side of the door even before I turn the lock.

There had been a moment, at the end of the case, when her eyes met mine and suddenly I could tell that she knew. Just knew, how much I was hurting. How the images from the case had already started to plague my thoughts. I couldn't say anything. Too afraid to question just what it was that she does see, all those times her look meets mine. I might be the profiler, but she can read me better than anyone I've ever known.

When the door opens she just smiles at me; not the full, exuberant smile that signals her joy or even the fake smile she displays for the cameras. This smile is sad and warm, understanding and fierce, and so many other things I cannot even begin to name. And what steals the breath from my lungs is knowing that it's all for me.

As she slips effortlessly into my arms, I know that I've been a fool not to reach out to her. Her knowledge of me is terrifying, but it's also the only thing keeping me from drowning in a sea of other people's pain. I close my eyes and for the first time in hours it's not the dead that I see, but my bright haired angel come to save me.

Could this be love?
by atfm
(Nikki & Nora   Nikki/Nora)

Nora had never been the shopping type. She couldn’t understand women who spent endless hours hunting down bargains and had always given men who let themselves be used as mules contemptuous looks. And yet, here she was, patiently trudging after Nikki into every store that advertised a sale in bright orange letters, judging outfits, shoes, and handbags with a nod or a shake of her head, and carrying bags full of items Nikki had purchased through the mall. After stowing away the haul in the trunk of their car, Nora turned to Nikki to find her wearing a fond, grateful smile on her face. Nora smiled back. Yes, this had to be love.

Familiar Feeling
by atfm
(Original)

Every time she thinks there’s a woman she could fall in love with, that woman ends up with someone else. People who sail in the same boat of solitude as her set foot on land and are welcomed into warm embraces. A tiny part of her feels betrayed by being left behind like this, but, mostly, she doesn’t grudge them their togetherness – she likes seeing people happy. But she watches them, and she can’t help the subtle aching in the pit of her stomach that refuses to be ignored. Her idealism is fading, and she begins to doubt the corny saying that there really is a match for everyone. On some days, it’s not companionship she craves most, or even physical intimacy. It’s the simple knowledge that she’s cared about, the somewhat pathetic but human need to feel that her existence matters. As her hope to find love slowly dims, the only comfort she has is that at least with this feeling, she’s not alone.

Promises
by Debbie
(Stargate SG-1   Sam/Janet)

It wasn't the promise of a family night in with her two favourite girls.

It wasn't the promise of being there when Cassie first tasted popcorn.

It wasn't even the promise of sharing a large double cone of ice cream.

And it certainly wasn't the promise of watching Jungle Book again, this time being allowed to sing along to 'I wanna be like you-u-u'.

In truth, it wasn't even the promise of just what Janet could do with a large tub of melted M&M's.

No, it was only the promise of post-orgasmic blue Jell-O that finally brought Sam running home.

Firsts
by Debbie
(Birds of Prey   Barbara/Helena/Carolyn Lance)

Barbara looked from one woman to the other.

One young, carefree and vibrant; dark hair shining almost black, eyes flashing vivid blue; one older, battle-weary and drawn; blond hair glistening with grey and tell-tale black roots, eyes a calming blue.

Resting her hand in the small of the younger woman's back, she claimed what she knew to be hers.

There really was no contest.

Not now.

Seeing a nod of acknowledgment, she grabbed a small calloused hand, brushing her thumb in a remembered gesture that said enough.

After all, it was a well known fact you never forget the first.

Hard Spherical Objects
by Debbie
(Birds of Prey   Barbara/Helena)

"Just a little more to the right."

As Helena leaned over her, so close they were almost one, Barbara shivered.

"Not there, Hel, there."

Helena sighed; the whisper blowing soft as a caress over Barbara's already sensitized skin.

"Okay, I think you're there; just a little this way."

She moved the hand a millimetre left and watched as fingers twitched in anticipation.

"Just do it, Hel."

The tip of Helena's tongue shone as it peaked through her swollen lips, concentrating.

"Now."

Barbara held her breath, waiting.

"Ah come on, Babs, how difficult can it be to knock a coconut down."

Trust Issues
by Geekgrrl
(Bionic Woman   Jaime/Ruth)

"I'm not her Ruth," Jamie slid a hand along a soft cheek into crisp blonde hair.

Ruth looked up from her spot on the floor, staring for real for the first time into the dark eyes filled with determination and something else. Something more raw and wild. "But you could be Jamie. You very easily could be." She watched the truth of that hit Jamie. The flicker of pain and fear was quickly followed by anger.

Ruth put her hand over the one on her cheek. "She killed someone I cared for very much that night she went off the grid…It's still hard for me to forget. Or to trust my heart to someone again."

Jamie let that sink in. Time to trust someone around here. Maybe time for Ruth to trust again too. Jamie turned and slid down the wall to sit beside Ruth. She hugged her legs, staring once again out the window. "Something about her calls to me Ruth, and I'm afraid someday I'll answer."

Ruth ran her fingers along the dark tresses for a time and pulled her into a hug. She needed this. It seems they both need this. "Let me give you something to hang onto."

Fall
by TexasWatermelon
(Degrassi: TNG   Paige/Alex)

It was the music that first made her fall. The music, and the dancing, and that intense brown-eyed gaze, and that stupid, stupid cowboy hat.

It was Jay and his complete inability to ruin the moment no matter how hard he tried. It was that shoeless walk home, and the detour to Alex’s house. It was finally seeing the things that Alex dealt with every day and realizing that the girl was stronger than anyone she’d ever known.

It was the silent journey home, and the thousands of reassurances that the cut really wasn’t all that bad. It was playing nurse in the dark of her bedroom, and the raw honesty in Alex’s eyes when she said she was in trouble. It was the pure anticipation, and wild excitement of that tentative first kiss.

It was music that made her fall. The music, and that stupid cowboy hat. It was everything about that night. But none of that mattered as long as Alex was there to catch her at the bottom.

Maybe this falling thing wasn’t so bad.

Anomaly
by ralst
(Bionic Woman   Jaime/Sarah)

She was a freak. A science experiment. Frankenstein's newest monster. She could see it in their ever look; Jonas, with half an eye on the balance sheet, rarely tried to pretend she was human; Ruth tried, she supposed, but her scrutiny was akin to an invasion. Jae couldn't even look at her, his mind's eye filled with another, while Antonio, the bastard, held her in contempt. The freak in their private freak show.

Sarah was different. More of a freak. More of everything. When Sarah looked at her the disgust was absent. The desire almost hidden. An anomaly of two.

Lilly
by racethewind10
(Cold Case)

I always thought naming girls after flowers was antiquated and ridiculous, but as I lay here, watching her sleep, I stroke the alabaster skin of her shoulder and think that perhaps this once, the comparison is appropriate.

Slender and pale, she is simple and elegant – so unlike the extravagance or decadence of a rose. Her coloring is subtle but exquisite and like the flower of her namesake, she has no visible protection. She is solitary. Her strength comes from within, and I have watched her flourish in the harshest environments.

Lilly. No, in this case, the name suits the woman perfectly.

Function
by ohmanhattan
(Scrubs   Elliot/Jordan)

Elliot knows there’s a function to everything in the hospital. Coffeebucks serves Kelso’s desire to siphon every cent from the resident’s paychecks, without installing a pay toilet and offering free bran muffins. The too-tight scrubs Nurse Slut wears answer Todd’s prayer to see “M’s and D’s.”

While she knows the function of everything, she’s not sure about everyone. Janitor clearly hangs around to torture J.D. on a daily basis. Elliot wonders if he and Cox draw straws on who gets first dibs at the beginning of a week. But it’s Jordan who confuses her the most.

Then she sees Jordan in the hall, and ten seconds later, they’re in an on-call bed, with Elliot wondering if she’ll have sex hair aloud, until she finds Jordan’s hand clamped over her mouth. And Elliot gets it.

I Slipped I Stumbled I Fell
by teh_gandu
(Charlie's Angels   Jill/Maxine)

It was inevitable that they would end up like this.

Jill barely had time to process any of it when Maxine pulled her closer, kissing her, yet again—only harder.

And perhaps it was done out of instinct, fear, or even curiosity – whatever the reason, Jill found herself reciprocating and deepening the kiss—which prompted Maxine to smirk, smugly.

Not that Jill was gay—far from it.

But, Maxine had intrigued her. She had this pull over her that no-one ever had.

And if Jill had to be honest, at this particular moment she didn’t want it any other way.

Where Do I Go From Here
by teh_gandu
(Charlie's Angels)

Jill thought they would understand. Thought the attraction was reciprocated.

How could she have gotten it so wrong?

Years of friendship ruined, by her miscalculation.

At the time, it seemed like a good idea—not that she regrets it.

But of course, in Jill’s mind everything played out differently, with Kelly and Bree reciprocating their more than companionable love for her.

Their love, however, in reality would remain no more than platonic.

And the last thing she expected was their disgusted reactions….

God, how could she have gotten it so wrong?

And how could she face them, come Monday morning?

The Fire Within
by Ivy Elizabeth Mars
(X:WP   Xena/Gabrielle)

There is no need for Xena's words to be audible to all. I can feel her call to me, asking for me to join her. Through the haze I hear her, 'Come to me.' Like a siren's call to my soul, my body follows without hesitation. I gaze into her eyes and my skin becomes inflamed by the desire I see burning behind them. Our bodies meet and all the others cease to exist. The touch of her fingers across my body make the fire within me build, consuming me. My urges to touch her are overwhelming and my hands do their bidding. Xena's skin ripples and tightens with every stroke. As I am pulled into her embrace, my thoughts have never felt so clear. This is where I am meant to be, in her arms and hers alone. All my insecurities melted away by the fire within.

Just a Part of Life
by twtd
(Army Wives   Roxy LeBlanc/Joan Burton)

Roxy tried not to react as the alcohol soaked lips pressed against hers. She’d had drunk soldiers try to kiss her before. It was as much a part of her life as making drinks and breathing smoke. But this was the first time that the soldier pressing her against a wall was a woman. She decided it was the surprise of it all. That was why she let it last as long as it did, why she was glad that they were in a back hallway. One little kiss wasn’t anything to ruin a career over and she didn’t need any more gossip. It was just a kiss. Well, wasn’t it?

Denial
by hirai
(Grey's Anatomy)

Addison could not, for the life of her, figure out why everyone at Seattle Grace Hospital just assumed she was gay. Sure she had slept with half of the female staff, including a few of Bailey’s interns, then there had been the “thing” with Derek’s sister, and lately she had been meeting up with Izzie Stevens in the supply closet rather often, but she was NOT gay. Yes, some people questioned why she had gone into gynecology, but it wasn’t because she was gay. Addison continued along this line of thought as a pair of soft, very feminine lips tracked their way down her body.

“I’m not…oh!”

Looking deep inside
by Elizabetta La-Duquesne
(Girl, Interrupted   Lisa/Suzanna)

“Lisa…” Suzanna’s voice catches when she sees you. You smile softly, stepping inside her home when she invites you in. She’s got her own home now… and she’s invited you to live with her… you said yes of course. “How are you?” The gentle tone in her voice causes you to melt slightly… she hasn’t forgotten you.

“I’m doing okay…” You reply firmly, still not used to being free… She’d stayed away whilst you got yourself straight… but eventually you got out and now you’ve come to re-claim her.

She smiles as you reply, seeming glad to see you again. “I missed you…”

She seems unsure whether to make the next move so you do it for her. Stepping closer you kiss her, softly…

A New Year
by Olli
(Stargate   Sam/Janet)

Cassandra Fraiser stood between Sam and Janet on the terrace in front of Janet’s house and tried to will the hands of her watch to move faster. She looked forward not only to the firework but that she would drink alcohol for the first time in her life in a few minutes. Weeks ago Sam and Janet had promised her a quarter glass for the turn of the year.

She heard glasses clinking behind her and then Sam whispered: “I love you.”

The following noises let the teenager stare at the glass in her hands. Knowing your own parents were making out was so… gross!

As the sky above Colorado Springs was enlightened by red, yellow, white, green and blue stars Cassie drank Champagne for the first time in her life.

The First Time
by Celievamp
(Stargate   Sam/Janet)

Her relationship with Janet had been a series of Firsts

The first time…

she kissed another woman

she told someone she loved them and meant it with all her heart

she really broke regulations

she fantasized about someone else at work

she had a reason not to work, someone to come home to

someone loved her without reservation, without an agenda or any desire to change her from who she essentially was

she wished she was a better person because that was what her lover deserved

and when it was over, irrevocably over, the first time she broke her heart.

Us Dead To
by Jaina
(NCIS   Abby/Ziva)

It’s breakfast and a kiss on the lips on the way out the door. Abby grabs her jacket and follows her. She stops for Caf-Pow.

It’s dinner and she’s still in her lab, processing evidence for Gibbs. She waits for a print-out from her Mass-Spec and wonders when Ziva will drop in. Ziva hasn’t come down to Abby’s lab all day.

It’s past midnight and Abby’s still working. The Director comes down to her lab and apologizes.

In all the confusion…so much going on…Ziva’s gone back…gone home…

And it’s like she’s dead now because there is nothing for them anymore.

Untitled
by fickitten
(Hex   Thelma/Ella)

You seek out her company because you don't want to be alone and you can't stand that she's still mad at you. It's been a while since you really cared about someone else's opinion but she gets to you, gets under your skin.

She whispers snarky comments in your ear during class, pulling faces only you can see behind your tutor's backs, and you have to fight the urge to laugh because you can't; people will think you're crazier than they already do.

You shoot her a glare in response and she smirks back at you, eyes dancing with merriment. She taunts you through the entire class and, when it's over, you chase her back to your room, ignoring the quizzical looks from your classmates.

She collapses on your bed as you attempt to yell at her through the giggles you can no longer hold back, unwilling to complain too much. It's the first time she's been in a really good mood since Cassie's death and you're pleased to see it.

Instead you sit down beside her, curling up comfortably. You're glad that she's there, her laughter echoing in your ears; grateful that, for once, you're not in this alone.

Untitled
by fickitten
(Hex   Thelma/Ella)

It's only logical, Thelma tells herself, to search out Ella whenever Cassie isn't around. After all, there aren't many people for her to talk to, at least not ones who can see her. She could talk to Azazeal but there's the whole 'you killed me!' issue always hanging between them, and her options are otherwise limited to Cassie, Ella and the demons they all encounter.

Ella fascinates her, and she's fun to tease.

She finds playing with Ella almost as much fun as playing with Cassie; both are equally easy to annoy whenever she's bored and in need of entertainment, though she's not as certain she'd survive pissing Ella off.

She listens as Ella talks about her great love affair with a demon-man, finding herself surprisingly sympathetic. She felt a similar way about Cassie, only Cassie didn't love her back; can't now, even if she wants to.

She hates seeing Ella look so sad, and tries to lighten the moment with jokes about hot lesbian ghosts sweeping her off her feet, smiling when Ella relaxes and smiles at her.

They'll have enough to worry about when Azazeal makes a play for his child.

Until then, they might as well relax.

Untitled
by fickitten
(Hex   Thelma/Cassie)

Azazeal sees everything; the looks, the touches, the pain and the heartache.

His beloved Cassie loved him, but ultimately loved her more; the girl he'd killed, torn out of her life without a second thought. The two are kissing, hands entwined, and when they separate, he can't help the tear that falls from his eye.

He loved Cassie but he thinks that Thelma loved her more.

He'll never give up on what he's started but, for the first time, he's invested himself emotionally and he cares. He's finally succeeded but watching them embrace, he realizes: it doesn't feel that way.

Taking Chances
by Shadower
(House, MD   Cuddy/Cameron)

I knocked on her door swallowing hard. She had her head in her hands, fingers laced in her hair. Her posture screaming her fatigue. Raising her head slowly she gestured me in. Coming in I handed her the cup of coffee I had in my hand – black, one sugar. After taking a sip she smiled "Thank you. How did you..." her smile made my heart melt. I shrugged.

"It looked like you could use it."

"Do I really look that bad?"

"No." I said quickly and she laughed. "That was too quickly, wasn't it? I mean it though." I added looking her in the eye. Leaning back in her chair she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"What can I do for you Dr. Cameron?" I stuffed my hands in my pants' pockets, trying through this to control, and hide, their shaking.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a late dinner. I don't know if you ate yet, and..." The surprise that shone in her eyes made me stop in mid sentence. "But you're probably busy so I'll leave." She straightened in her chair.

"Cameron, wait," I turned around to face her again. "I'd like that." She said with a smile, I smiled back. My hands were shaking again.

"I'll get my things and meet you on the clinic lobby?" she nodded and I once again, turned to leave, trying to conceal the bounce in my step.

It might not be a date, but at least it's something.

Worth It
by Shadower
(House, MD   Cuddy/Cameron)

Panting, gasping, she clawed through the air sitting up, her body covered in sweat "God..." she sighed. Throwing off the covers, she stood up, heading for the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and pressed the cool glass to her forehead as she leaned against the counter. She hated those long, cold, nights when she'd go to sleep, and wake up, alone. The nights only their bed would see her wake.

Her head turned to the sound of a key scraping the lock, and she couldn't help but smile. With Cameron, being awake was worth it.

A Kiss
by Merfilly
(Birds of Prey (Comic)   Black Canary/Oracle)

The blonde moved in close to take a kiss, but the red head evaded her lover's lips.

"Not here," she whispered, smiling coyly. Her eyes were lit by a desire to play.

"Here?" A suckling, teasing kiss descended on the exposed collarbone.

"Mmm, good, but no." The red head ran her fingers through blonde tresses.

"Here, then," the blonde purred, kissing a tightly erect nipple.

"No." The kisser moved lower at the negative.

"Where?" she asked, her breath blowing over soft red curls.

"There," the red head moaned.

Maybe Brainiac was evil, but he had given her a sweet blessing.

Quarry
by Merfilly
(Birds of Prey (TV)   Barbara/Helena)

Huntress moved stealthily forward, every sense as fine tuned as that of her mother's namesake. She slipped cautiously toward her target, lost in that fine tuned awareness of each moment, the very ripples of air pressure warning her of threats to her mission. She was just within reach, her fingers poised to touch what she sought.

"Very good," came the amused voice, before fingers laced in hers, pulling her forward. The two women came face to face, before Barbara smiled, claiming a kiss. "Maybe one night, I won't wake up first."

"One night," Helena agreed, eyes narrow like a cat's.

Don't Let Go
by Trialia
(Stargate Atlantis   Laura Cadman/Elizabeth Weir)

It gets harder every time you see her, gets more difficult to force yourself not to reach out to touch her, not to let the words fall from your mouth that tell her just how much you miss her and want her and god, maybe even love her, but you don't know, you don't know because you won't let yourself use that word with anyone and she holds your heart in the palm of her hand and she doesn't even know it, but if you had your way she never would. She can't. She won't. Because you won't tell her.

Even if, some day in the future, you find yourself beneath her, your mouth playing over that tempting expanse of soft skin beneath her breasts as she arches backward above you, and you slip your fingers inside of her so you can fuck her 'til she cries before letting her return the favour, lying limply together with your legs entangled and the mass of her beautiful hair playing over your nipples as you hold her, your arms wrapped around her waist and you tell yourself that you never want to let her go... you will never say that you love her.

Running Wild
by Trialia
(Stargate Atlantis   Teyla Emmagan/Sora Cowen)

She has always had an affinity for wildness, somehow, despite her carefully trained behaviour and highly tuned physical responses.

That is why, when the beautiful girl with the red-gold curls stepped forth to prove her betrayal of Teyla's trust, she had no problem admitting to herself that she had believed her former friend would break out, somehow, someday, from the confines of her people, the Genii.

She had many times thought about making love to Sora, tangling her fingers in her ringlets and stroking her fair, freckled body with tongue and hands and eyes until the younger woman gasped for breath beneath her, over and again, lying with her beyond the dawn in the sweet emerald grass of Genia.

It had never occurred to Teyla that the chosen rebellion would be against herself.

Behind the Glass
by Shadower
(House, MD)

It's been a long time since she felt this way. She wasn't used to her heart fluttering anymore, she thought she was too old for that, too tired, too over worked.  

But she didn't feel like any of those things when she saw her. She felt young, alive. But she also knew that she couldn't have her. Knew the woman's heart belonged to someone else.  

She could see the look in her eyes when she looked at him when she thought no one saw her. She looked at them from the other room and wished she was standing before her.

Tired
by Shadower
(NCIS   Ziva/Jenny)

When was the last time you felt like this?

When last didn't you inhale deeply, just because she touched your hand?

When was the last time you had a thought that didn't contain her in it?

When did you last go to sleep when your head hit the pillow, like you used to, before her?

She is not as oblivious as you might think. When she comes into the room she asks, concerned "Are you ok? You look tired…" all you do is smile and answer: "I slept like a dog."

"You mean log." she smiles at you, and leaves.

Stargate Drabble
By ocean gazer
(Stargate SG-1)

It was a dark and stormy night.

Janet peered out the window, grimacing at the heavy rain, wincing as bright lightning flashes sliced the sky. Involuntarily, she shivered as wind gusts shoved against tree branches.

Closing the curtain, she sighed, trying to stop worrying. Where was Sam? The blonde was due home fifteen minutes ago. Janet sipped her cocoa, hoping to calm her nerves.

It didn’t work.

She jumped when the phone rang, then smiled as she heard her lover’s voice – reassuring her. Sam was still at work. She was safe.

Suddenly, the night didn’t seem so dark or stormy.

Small Things
By Cj
(The West Wing)

C.J. once had to straighten the First Lady's collar back before she was First Lady. It was a warm March afternoon in Idaho, and they had spent the day preparing for a speech involving politics and not just issues. Abbey was in jeans and a t-shirt ten minutes before show time because an intern had spilled water all over the perfectly manicured suit required at such events. In her haste to change once a new suit had been brought to her, the First Lady of New Hampshire had forgotten a detail: a crooked collar.

C.J. still longs to again feel Abbey’s pulse point beating beneath her fingertips.

What She Fears
By Cj
(The West Wing)

Her desires are anomalous, not unimaginable, just peculiar. She thinks she must be reaching for the unusual to justify her inaction. If she can think of a fantasy too deviant, then she knows the objective of her longing would refuse her request and their relationship would not change. So, she becomes a martyr, believing as she does in their work, knowing all the while she could have what she wants. If she gave in, if she allowed the normal to creep into her late night thoughts, the world would crumple.

It is not rejection she fears but acceptance.

Changes
By Cj
(The West Wing)

C.J. was allowed space where the governor's wife was concerned. Abbey was the one to allow it, gave her permission to be herself instead of the future press secretary, wasn't always testing her or trying to shape her. C.J. felt guilty for doing her job while in Abbey’s presence, calling her "Mrs." instead of "Dr.," positioning her as scenery instead of a centerpiece. C.J. felt even more shame when her eyes would refuse to concentrate on Jed Bartlet’s features, when they would fail to waver from the darkly dressed trophy by his side.

It was not right she should desire what she had to change.

Until
By Pixie Child
(Voyager)

This is so different from what she's used to. So different from what she's comfortable with. She's always been the replacement, the slut, the whore. The one everybody sleeps with, then ignores. Never the one that somebody loved. She'd always believed that that was all she was, all she ever could be. And she was used to it. Hard and fast; thanks, that was great.

But then she met her. An angel in command boots, talking hard and taking crap from no one. God knows B'Elanna did to deserve her grace. She melted the wall of ice that had taken her whole life to build up within a year.

She never knew what it was to be loved until now.

Until Kathryn.

Pretty Please?
By Pixie Child
(Voyager)

Pacing around the room, I wait apprehensively for her reaction. Pacing back and forth, I wonder what could be taking her so long. Tentively, I knock on the washroom door, wondering if I have a death wish.

"'Lanna?" All I get from her is a low, threatening growl, and I'm reminded of all the reasons this was a bad idea. With her, one innocent gesture can turn lust to anger, and I really didn't want to spend another evening arguing with her. "Baby, come on out and let me see."

"This had better be a joke, or I am going to fucking kill you." She yells through the door, anger so very apparent.

"It's not that bad. Come on. You said I could pick anything I wanted." I weakly try to defend myself, praying she won't back out.

"So why the hell couldn't you have worn it?" She's weakening, I can tell. Otherwise she's just have refused to go.

"Because it's my birthday, and I said so."

Cursing in Klingon quietly, she walks out, dragging her feet, nearly tripping over the hem of the pink, frilly dress. Glaring at me, she gestures at the dress.

"What is this?"

"You my dear, are the beautiful Sleeping Beauty, and I am the dashing Prince Charming who comes to wake you from your hundred-year slumber."

Outlit
By Pixie Child
(Enterprise)

Her lips were what attracted her to Hoshi in the first place. Full, lush, they showed emotion when nothing else about her did; pressed together when she was angry, barely closed when she was impressed. The way the corner of her mouth would twitch slightly when someone said something stupid, saying just how much humanity was wearing on her emotional wall.

But it was the fact that the communications officer was willing to swear on the crew's life that she knew Hoshi was watching her, the little bit of a pout that would appear when no one else was looking, the extra sway when she turned to leave the room that held her attention, that was what made it into more than a passing attraction.

And then it happened. Better than in any of her fantasies, the sub-commander showed up at her quarters, kissing her, needing. The door closing behind her, leading to a night she'll never forget. And she was sure that the Vulcan had felt the something that had passed between them.

But it all must've been in her head, because T'Pol is with Trip, and Hoshi's heartbroken.

Playing Nice
By Pixie Child
(BtVS/The New Guy)

She had no idea what the world around her was like. Completely in bliss of the dangers around her. And Buffy never told her. She took it upon yourself to protect her from the big bad monsters that exist. Slaying demons when she wasn't looking, and kissing her fears away when she was. Danielle, she had said her name was. Such a pretty girl she had been. They had met at a school football game, and that was it. She had been head-over-heals in love.

But then Buffy moved away, and met Angel. From the few letters Buffy had received, she knew Danielle had met a boy, too. And then another, dumping the first. Because popular girls could do that and get away with it. So they had moved on, and a year after Buffy had arrived in Sunnydale, they lost contact. Danielle moved with no forwarding address, and that was it.

So it's fair to say that when she saw her clearly outside the Bronze, clearly recognizing Buffy, slaying a vampire and introducing herself as Faith, it was a shock.

Best Friend
By Pixie Child
(Soul Survivors)

She's not to sure when it started, after he died, obviously (but maybe not or maybe way after). The whole goddamn thing's fucked, and maybe it's as screwed up as Cassie is.

She can't even be sure of everything that happened, but sometimes she'll look at her and wonder who the hell she's looking at because there is no way it's the girl she's known for so long. Sometimes, it'll be like there's nobody inside, so then she'll say something, and all of hell will come down on her because of it. Her head is thick with fog, and she thinks maybe it's because of whatever the hell was in the drink Raven got for her, but she can barely remember that night other then that Matt was a fucking bastard and she knows what she saw, just as he saw it, but she's always been good at pretending that she's got no clue what's going on.

But there are some things she can't pretend, and some things she doesn't want to, like walking into Cassie's and finding the aftermath of their fuck-session, but she's not to sure which one that is. And then all of a sudden Raven was there, (but maybe she was there before) and she could pretend that (her hair was longer and blonde rather then black, that her clothes were more conservative and girly, that it was romantic rather then painful) everything was normal, (better!) and Matt isn't in love with Cassie or he wasn't screwing her every time no one was looking because he liked it rough while Cass was pure and good. Like she hadn't said did that when Cassie was angry and hurting, just because she was too, and that maybe it could be like it had been before they all went off on their own.

Kinda like it had been when Cassie played with her dinosaur, Matt still threw pebbles at them, when he still pulled their ponytails and she was still called Annie-Ball rather than 'that bitch'.

Say It
By Pixie Child
(BtVS)

Dirty words pass through her lips as she screams, pleading, begging. Words she's never used, never even thought, and noises that don't even sound human, as she thrusts up, only to have the girl pull away.

Whimpering, she feels Gwen's lips nip at her earlobe, her breath tickling her neck, and she can't keep back the cry of need that escapes her.

"Please." Gwen's voice is low as she lets out a small chuckle. She's evil, she decides, as her hand lightly runs up and down the blonde girl's side. "Please."

"Come on, girl, you can say it. Whose are you?"

And with a look of submission, she said it, needing what only Gwen can give her.

"Yours."

And her scream of release is so loud, Tara's sure they can hear it back in Sunnydale.

Lies Like Air
By Pixie Child
(BtVS)

Nina tells her the world's not ending, it's just changing. That when the earth shakes, causing building to crumble and driving them to find cover, it's god's way of clearing out the land for the good and strong to survive, of which both of them are.

How they managed to find each other is a mystery to her, but Nina said it was god's way of telling them that there was more out there than hopelessness. Once, when Anne was feeling more lucid and less childlike, she asked her if she had always been this religious. Nina had just laughed and asked if it mattered. Anne thought it did, but didn't want to say anything to upset her.

Once in a while, Nina leaves before dusk and doesn't come back for a few days. It's at these times Anne worries the most. She spends the entire time she's gone trying to remember if she said or did anything to make Nina mad at her. So far, she can't see a pattern, but maybe she's missing it.

Sometimes, they sit and tell each other stories of heroes. Hers are about a supergirl who was chosen to fight the demons, with blonde hair and green eyes. Her name was Buffy, but she went by Anne once, too, and how actually, that's how she got the name. Nina's are about a vampire, but a good one, who ran a law firm and once got turned into a puppet.

Other times, it's stories about a man named Gunn who only ever wanted to help and put his life on the line to save others who would have thought he was the reason LA was such a dangerous place to live, or a girl named Fred who was so nice and went out of her way to comfort people for as long as they needed when people were bugging her about the other things she had to do.

But most of the time, they just sit close and wait for the tremors to pass before curling up together and going to sleep, both dreaming about a better time, maybe in the past, maybe in the future, but it's a time when they are happy, together and not living in terror every day, fearing it could be their last.

Into Denial
By Pixie Child
(BtVS)

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
- Going Under, Evanescence

They said that she's... I don't know, crazy. Unstable. But there is no way in hell they can get me to believe it. Sure, I know that she killed that guy, I saw her do it. But she didn't mean to. And I know that she's lying to herself just as hard to her self at to us when she says that she doesn't care. She has to be. She wouldn't have been Chosen if a human death didn't affect her the way it does me. She is just better at covering it up, is all. That's all it is. Because there is no way she's not dying inside herself, that when she closes her eyes she doesn't see the guy and hate herself for it. I know that she hurts just as bad as I do, that the guilt has to searing her inside as it is me.

I know it has to be, that she has to be lying.

Because if she's not... what does that mean for me?

For us?

Dance
By Pixie Child
(BtVS)

Leather-clad hips sway to the music, up and down, her movements mirroring your own. Or maybe it's the other way around. Not that it matters. You're one and the same. One entity, existing in two bodies, moving fluently together without one beat apart. Others swarm around, but all you know is of her breath on your neck and your arms around on her waist. Hair slick with sweat, clings to your forehead, and she laughs as she sees you staring into her deep brown eyes, the beautiful pools twinkling with happiness, something you weren't ever sure she'd feel again. You giggle with her, grinning as she pulls you toward the exist, dancing the way. You love her, and that's all that really matters. Because that's the way it goes, and the rest of them don't have a clue where you are, anyhow.

Faith is your girlfriend, and you are hers, and that's all that matters.

She loves you. And you love her. What was that expression Buffy had once quoted from her?

Want. Take. Have.

And boy, does she have you.

Roses,Violets
By Destiny
(BtVS)

To Scoobies

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm in love with Tara,
And there is nothing you can do.

From 'Psycho slayer'

*

To My Dark Slayer

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't see the pshyco,
I only see you.

From Tara

*

White Witch

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
She walked in the door,
And my heart just flew.

Faith Lehane

*

To Mr.Giles (Tweed)

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
'Us' is a secret,
The others don't have a clue.

From Ms.Lehane and Ms.Maclay

Tangoing
By Debbie
(Birds of Prey - tv)

My number one most humiliating moment in high school: having too much to drink, pulling Ms. Gordon onto the dance floor, performing an amazing Tango, gracefully arching her backwards, our lips locked together… only to drop her unceremoniously to the floor.

Every year, on the anniversary of that dance, I sit on Barbara's lap, no arching backwards, and take her lips in the only Tango now available to us. Yet today, I saw her walking. When Barbara says, "I'll get it to work," I know she will.

How ironic, losing my best-friend may lead to our love tangoing once more

I Knew Your Mother
By Debbie
(Birds of Prey - comic)

Lady Blackhawk watched as the flowers arrived dead on time.

Smiling, she saw the blonde recipient finger the card, and mouthed the greeting.

'From one black lady to another with a kiss. x'

Dinah smiled smugly and glanced over the counter.

"It's really rather ridiculous to send flowers to a florist; how'd you know I liked Orchids, anyway?"

Zinda remained quiet. Positive Dinah had no knowledge of her presence; Black Canary's next words surprised her.

"Answer the question Zinda, I know you're there."

Emerging slowly from behind the exotic blooms, Zinda murmured, "Once upon a time, I knew your mother."

Scientific Wonder
By Debbie
(Stargate GS-1)

Janet stumbled over the remnants of the night before; fuse wire, screws, tools, light-bulbs, broken plastic…

She scowled.

… an upended coffee table, knickers, bras, two sets of underwear.

She grinned.

She remembered coming home to darkness, hearing the gentle snores of Sam, stubbing her toe, and falling straight into the lap of her gorgeous electrician.

Janet said sorry.

Later, much later, Sam sheepishly admitted failing to repair her power loss.

Sam said sorry.

Janet smiled evilly.

In the kitchen she noticed her fuse box, flipped the trip switch, and, as if by magic, bright light surrounded her.

Janet laughed.

Mistletoe
By CrashCart9
(Bones)

Temperance turned her head towards Angela with a frown on her face. “You might even kiss me under the mistletoe? I’m not only the last person you were going to kiss, but you’re not even certain?”

Angela rolled over in her sleeping bag and faced Tempe with a rather patronizing look. “I wasn’t certain that I was going to kiss you under the mistletoe. I was certain that I was going to kiss you. And anyway, aren’t you the last person I kiss every night?”

Temperance smiled slightly and rolled her eyes, leaning in as Angela’s lips met her own.

Handcuffs
By CrashCart9
(House, MD)

House saw something odd when Cameron reached out to open the door. Peeking out from under her sleeve were reddish-purple marks around her wrist. He grabbed her arm and pushed the sleeve up further.

"House, what are you-?" Cameron protested, immediately jerking her arm away. She tugged her sleeve back down over her wrist.

But House had already figured it out. Just like any semi-competent doctor (or anyone who watched CSI), he could identify those bruises.

Ligature marks.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Looks like Cuddy's gotten kinky!"

Her furious blush was his only reply.

Unleash
By ralst
(BtVS)

I can feel it. The power. The desire. It courses through my veins more viscous than blood. It consumes me and I love it. That's what they don't understand. What I didn't understand before now. I am the darkness. The Hellmouth, the slayer, the deaths; all there to make me the person I am. The vessel of magic that I have become. I'm fate's bitch or fate's mine, I'm not sure. I just know that killing Warren unleashed my destiny.

I am finally who I was meant to be.

They cowered before my power and now they pity my weakness. Only now I know the weakness was merely the last vestige of my fear, trying to restrain me from becoming. That fear is gone and there will be no more pity in their eyes. Awe, hope, even terror will greet me; desire and lust will beckon me.

When I unleash the slayers, I will be unleashing myself.

Then they will really know fear.

Touch
by giantessmess
(Hex)

How come you can touch chip packets, open doors and raid morgues till the cows come home, but when you want to actually touch a girl, your fingers feel all translucent and wobbly? Chips, but not breasts? Yep, that’s a fair universe. Touch is wasted on the living. Give it to them and what happens? The girl you’re crazy about goes and shacks up with the bastard that did you in.

You wish you could borrow Cassie’s ability to touch, just for one day, (hey, stranger things have happened). A switch of positions? You’d run your fingers down her body, tease her. Laugh, as she arches her back, unable to reciprocate. Yeah, we’ll see how she likes having to sit and gape at the world, without being able to smack it one. You’ll show her what too much thinking time does to a person’s creativity.

You’re sure there’s a reason she protests so much.

“I’m not interested, Thelma. Alright?”

“Yeah. I get it.”

“I’m just not into it.”

“For crying out loud, you don’t need to repeat yourself!”

Maybe touch can be borrowed, like something out of Cinderella? A night of glass slippers and ghostly lesbianism?

She’ll probably even enjoy it.

Together and Alone
By ralst
(Babylon 5)

Thoughts tumbled through Susan's mind, vague and disjointed, and soon to be displaced by the immediacy of emotion. Passion crowding out every thought and providing a safe haven of erotic escape from discovery.

A moan rumbled up from her chest, treacle thick and yearning for freedom, only to be swallowed whole by Talia's questing lips. Bodies slick with sweat and fighting against each other and themselves, as the physical was released and mental carefully corralled.

An arch of the body and the flash of images wrought red with lust's fire. Breath ragged and thoughts begging to be shared. A moment of quiet before the fear and need push them apart, even as they reach out to come together. Together and alone; an impossibility they clung to more fervently than they did each other.

A chance for love without fear.

Eternal Battle
By ralst

Body straining, fighting to breathe, a war of dominance fought with muscles and will. Two people locked together, clawing, biting, screaming. Skin inflamed, raw and bruised, writhing atop muscle and sinew locked in a deadly game.

A shudder.

Breath expelled and calm replacing fever as the combatants fall from each other's touch. The winner lies panting, victory written clearly in her eyes, her skin glowing with arrogance and disdain. The other is still, her eyes closed, her body overcome.

A smile.