Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of G. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, March 29, 2024

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Strangers on the roof

     

    Tentatively and with a heart full of courage, Tina moved her fingers to intertwine them with the woman’s. There was something about her that made her feel incredibly safe. 

     

    Bette looked at her with raised eyebrows; her expression startled but warm. Tina smiled at her, and Bette squeezed her hand as if to acknowledge whatever was going on between them. 

     

    – “And you? Do you want to talk about it?”.- She asked. She was eager to hear Bette’s story. And she scolded herself for the intensity of her thoughts and feelings about someone she had known for only a few hours. 

     

    Bette looked at her as if contemplating whether to speak or not. It seemed to Tina that Bette was not a woman who usually shared her feelings very much, so she mentally prepared herself for a negative answer. 

     

    – “I think…”- Bette began, looking away from her to the sky that was starting to darken- “I think like you… I came here to think about my future. I want, I need, a change of scenery”. 

     

    The answer was vague and terribly ambiguous, but Tina felt grateful. In some weird, metaphysical way, she knew the woman wouldn’t have shared that much under normal circumstances. She struck her as someone who was not in the habit of expressing any kind of vulnerability, who always presented herself as an implacable force with no blind spots. 

     

    Tina squeezed the woman’s hand, and when Bette turned to look at her, she smiled, trying to pour all her gratitude and appreciation into that single gesture. Bette frowned, looking puzzled, before letting out a small laugh of disbelief.

     

    In a small, silent language they seemed to share, Bette squeezed her hand and stroked her thumb over the soft skin beneath. 

     

    – “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you”.- She said before biting her lower lip as if questioning whether to continue or not.- “I want to… I want to open my own gallery”.

     

    Bette didn’t say anything after that, and Tina knew that, unlike her, the woman wasn’t looking for advice or guidance; the decision was made. 

     

    – “Thank you”.- She told her in a whisper. As if, with that one word, she could express everything she wanted to say to her. 

    Page 4 of 512345

    Comments

    Leave a Reply