WAIT HOLD ON, DO SOME PEOPLE ACTUALLY SHIP THREDSON AND LANA?
WHY? OH MY GOD. HE RAPED HER EVEN THOUGH HE WAS PRETENDING SHE WAS HIS MOTHER AND NOW SHE’S PREGNANT WITH HIS FUCKING DEMON CHILD. AND HE ALMOST SKINNED HER ALIVE. OH AND LETS NOT FORGET THE FACT HE KILLED HER ADORABLE GIRLFRIEND THEN FROZE HER, THEN PUT HER FUCKING FROZEN GIRLFRIEND NEXT TO HER FOR HER TO SEE WHEN SHE WOKE UP.
I’M SO DONE RIGHT NOW. STOP WITH THESE GIFS AND FANVIDEOS OH LORD TAKE ME NOW I CANT ANY LONGER.
Lana Winters is an ambitious journalist who visits Briarcliff Mental Institution in order to write a story about a serial killer who was just committed there. She is in a committed relationship with Wendy Peyser, a third grade school teacher.
Lana and Wendy are portrayed by Sarah Paulson and Clea DuVall, respectively.
Lana was physically exhausted lying next to Wendy, but she couldn’t recall ever feeling happier. The tiny gestures and movements that the other woman made left Lana feeling like a teenager in love. She was utterly fascinated by every aspect of Wendy. She wanted all the time in the world to study this woman, and learn everything about her. She never wanted Wendy to leave her bed.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” she told her earnestly, still blushing from their encounter. “I just want you to know how amazing you are, Wendy. I hope you’ll always remember that.”
Her thumb stroked Wendy’s cheek, looking into her dark eyes. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, though no longer from the physical exertion. As she looked into Wendy’s eyes, she could see everything that she never thought she’d be able to have: a life with another woman, a home, maybe even children one day.
She wanted to kiss every inch of the other woman’s body, though no longer in a sexual way. She wanted to show Wendy exactly how beautiful she thought she was, and wanted to make her feel loved and appreciated.
“I hope you’ll stay for a while,” she told her quietly, “At least the night? I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.”
Wendy loved Lana’s voice. It plucked her heartstrings when Lana said ‘I hope you’ll always remember that’. “Coming from you, it’ll be the last thing I’ll forget.” Wendy whispered as she smiled and pulled Lana in for another kiss. When she pulled away she was still stroking Lana’s cheek with her thumb. All she wanted to do was know every part of Lana. Not even in a sexual way, she just wanted to have her memorized, make Lana’s stay in her heart permanent.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Wendy said, feeling warmth spread across her body as Lana spoke, “The last thing I want to do is leave your side.” Wendy could gaze silently with Lana all night, but it was four in the morning and Wendy could tell they were both exhausted. With their foreheads still resting on one and other, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Wendy woke up and looked to the clock. “9 a.m.” She thought, “That’s perfect”. She looked over and saw Lana sleeping peacefully next to her. Wendy was amazed at how beautiful Lana was when she slept, a still, silent, sleeping beauty. She placed the tiniest kiss on Lana’s forehead, not wanting to wake her. She got out of bed as quietly as possible. She found her panties at the foot of the bed and slipped them back on. There was a chair in the corner of Lana’s room with an oversized, long -sleeved pajama top draped over the arm. Wendy thought Lana must have left it there a few mornings ago and hoped she didn’t mind her putting it on. It was a bit chilly in the apartment. It was December 21st, after all.
Wendy made her way to the kitchen. It was quaint and neat and looked as though it had never been used. She found some eggs, onions, tomatoes, bread and parsley in the fridge and cupboard. She didn’t think Lana wouldn’t mind her using the kitchen. After all, it seemed like it hadn’t been touched in ages. She turned on the stove and hoped that Lana liked omelets.