Just a Word
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A/N- I recently found this in one of my old journals. I wrote it in history class, while learning the history of the word, lesbian.
Minor warning-Femslash with slight menstrual humor and lewd comments.
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"Do you consider yourself a lesbian?"
Amy Dumas glanced up from her magazine. What was her girlfriend talking about? Of course, she was a lesbian! She had had a serious girlfriend for three years!
"Trish, are you on crack?" Amy asked, watching Trish sit down. Trish rolled her eyes.
"Amy, are you on the rag?" Trish retorted. She hung herself over the back of the couch. After a few moments, she repeated herself. "Well, are you?"
"You know I am," Amy muttered, gently rubbing her lower back. Taking a deep breath, she began to curse the cramping that had settled there.
"Do you consider yourself a lesbian?" Trish asked again.
"What are you asking me?" Amy asked, facing her partner. She HATED when Trish started going around in circles.
"What do you consider yourself to be?" Trish asked, settling herself on the couch. Amy set her magazine aside and glanced at Trish.
"I KNOW I'm not straight, because you've seen parts of me only my mother's seen. I KNOW I'm a lesbian but I don't like to refer to myself as that. I guess in my own way of thinking, I'm gay," Amy explained. Trish laughed, squeezing Amy's hand.
"I love your sense of humor!" Trish exclaimed, setting her head on Amy's shoulder.
"Do you consider yourself a lesbian?" Amy parroted. Trish picked her head up, pulled her hand back and jumped on her girlfriend. "I swear you're on crack,"
"Ha ha," Trish commented, gently tickling Amy. "I swear we need to stock up on Midol,"
"You didn't answer my question," Amy said, sticking her tongue out. "What do you consider yourself to be?" Playfully, she reversed their positions.
"No, I do not consider myself a lesbian," Trish declared, nipping Amy's neck. Gently, the other woman kept her pinned beneath her.
"Then, what are you?" Amy asked. Trish reversed their positions again. "Who's your dealer and what are they giving you?"
"Who's supplying your chocolate this month?" Trish asked, nibbling a Hershey's Kiss. "Here," She popped the chocolate in Amy's mouth.
"Mmm," she said. "Answer the question,"
"The luckiest woman alive," Her voice dropped, unsure Amy had heard her.
Yet, she had. Trish's words filled her with feelings of love and happiness. Neither expressed their emotions very often.
"You're going to make me cry!" Amy exclaimed, wiping her eyes. Trish shook her head.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," she murmured, rubbing her back. "Don't cry."
"They're tears of happiness. I love you, too," Amy muttered, bawling. Trish rolled her eyes.
"We have really got to buy stock in Midol," Trish commented. "I love you though,"
"I really need to get Jeff to stop supplying you with certain substances…" Amy teased. "Love ya though,"
"HEY!" Trish squealed. "They're just Pixie Sticks…"
THE END