In the summer of 2010, Lara Zielinsky, a fellow Sapphic Planet author (along with Adriana!), had a brainwave: wouldn’t it be wonderful if twelve authors each wrote an F/F story relating to one of the twelve zodiac signs?
She pitched the idea to Torquere Press, it agreed to publish the stories, and the call went out on the Sapphic Planet group. In no time, twelve of us had stepped up to the plate. Lara ended up writing Skylar’s Pride, the story for Leo, and Adriana wrote The Lady Wants More, the story for Cancer.
Last week marked the release of Like Water and Water, my contribution to the Sapphic Signs line. Like most (I suspect), I volunteered to write the story for my own sign. Gemini had also piqued my interest (twins!), but the deadline for that one was too aggressive for me. So I went with Scorpio, which is a water sign, if you’re wondering about the title of my story.
I’ll tell you the short version of a longer story I told on my blog: My beta reader, who happens to be my partner, rejected the first story I wrote for Sapphic Signs, which put me into a bit of a panic. I decided that writing another story would be easier than trying to salvage the one I’d already written, but would I finish it in time?
I put my nose to the grindstone and wrote the first idea I’d had after signing up for Scorpio. Hmm—I probably should have done that in the first place. Fortunately the evil beta reader gave my second attempt her blessing. Phew!
So…Like Water and Water is actually the second story I wrote for the Sapphic Signs line. The first is languishing in a drawer, waiting for me to take another look at it.
University roommates Rachel and Barb met in their high school’s zodiac club, where they spent hours doing their Scorpio charts and became best friends. Now Rachel has fallen in love with Barb, but Barb is dating the sultry Carla. When Barb and Carla experience problems, Rachel is uncomfortable with being Barb’s confidante, especially since Barb’s relationship issues involve sex. Finding it more and more difficult to hide her feelings and remain impartial, Rachel reaches her breaking point and makes an agonizing decision.
The laptop and textbook were in her bedroom. Rachel walked down the apartment’s narrow hallway, then stopped when the bathroom door swung open. Barb stepped out, wearing only her panties and a sports bra. Rachel’s breath caught in her throat.
“Forgot a towel.” Barb opened the door to the nearby linen closet and rummaged inside.
Rachel’s gaze lingered on Barb’s firm ass. Heat flooded her chest and travelled down to her crotch. It would be so easy to close the short distance between them, slip her arms around Barb, cup Barb’s breasts, slide her fingers underneath…oh, god. She turned away and mumbled, “Forgot something.”
She fled down the hallway and stood trembling in the kitchen. Thank god Barb had been focused on looking for a towel. If she’d seen Rachel’s face, sensed the raw desire oozing from her every pore . . . Rachel swallowed. She’d seen Barb half-naked before, but her interest in Barb’s body had been nothing more than idle curiosity. She’d never ogled her, wanted her, fought the urge to jump her. Christ, she had to be more careful.
Sarah Ettritch writes science fiction, fantasy, and romance stories. An avid computer gamer, she’s usually playing in someone else’s world when she’s not creating her own. Sarah lives in Toronto, Ontario, with her lovely partner and their four cats. Visit her at http://www.sarahettritch.com .