Hmm. General audiences, and for those not familiar with Anne of Green Gables, shame on you. :-D Set in Canada about the turn of the 20th century.
Anne was home from Queen's College for the winter, and the only person that mattered at this instance was the bundle of furs flying over the snow to the kitchen door. Anne dropped her sewing and burst through the back door, barely caught in time by the welcoming embrace of her bosom friend, Diana Barry. The girls lost their balance and tumbled into the snow, laughing, and hugged each other tight.
"Anne Shirley, you've been home for two hours and you haven't come to see me!"
"Oh, Diana, Marilla thought I'd catch my death from traveling and from being out in the cold, so forgive me, only wild horses and the wooden spoon of Marilla Cuthbert could ever have kept me from you."
Anne laughed and kissed Diana's nose, red from the cold, and finally felt like she had come home. Diana wrapped her arms around her dearest friend and gave her a squeeze.
"Diana, you'll be soaked to the bone! Come on inside. Marilla is with Rachel Lynde, so we can have a nice long chat all to ourselves."
Hand in hand the girls trudged back up through the snow and into the warmth of the kitchen, where Anne helped unravel Diana from her snow-covered wrappings. With hot drinks in hand, they curled up together on the large chair next to the fire, Matthew's chair, while Diana listened with wide eyes to Anne's stories of school.
"Oh, Anne, you sound so busy. School work, parties, new friends..."
Anne threw her arms around her friend, held her tight, and gave her a kiss on her cheek, and fervently whispered in her ear, "Never! No one could ever take your place, Diana Barry. I love you more than anyone in the entire world, even more than I loved Matthew-"
Anne flushed and stopped speaking, then rested her head on her friend's shoulder. She laced their fingers together and admired how they looked. "Now I want to hear all of the town gossip. Tell me everything you're thinking right this very minute."
"I'm thinking how wonderful Christmas will be now that Anne Shirley is home."
Mrs. Barry let the girls stay in the guest room at the end of the hall, if only to spare the house from their late night giggling. Diana climbed off the large bed to change into her nightdress. Anne realized she was staring and chirped into conversation about Josie Pye's latest exploits. Diana, now dressed, crossed back to the bed and handed Anne her gown.
"Well, you can't expect more from a Pye. Oh, hurry, Anne. I'm cold and need you to keep me warm."
Diana burrowed into the feather bed, her back to the wall and waited. Anne turned her back and quickly pulled her dress off and rolled down her stockings. She suddenly felt self conscious at her lack of womanly curves. Diana had filled out, was plump and soft and hugable, and Anne was aware of all of her sharp angles.
"Oh, Anne. I wish I wasn't so fat. I'm absolutely turning into a cow, but I can't help it! Why can't I be willowy and graceful like you?"
With a squeak, Anne pulled the gown quickly over her head and dove into the blankets, hiding her face in a pillow. "I'm not willowy or graceful, and I'm all elbows and blotchy skin, and you are the most beautiful girl in the world and how could you tease me, Diana?
"Anne- . Anne, I can't speak to you with that pillow over your face. I'm dumpy, and mother had to let out the seams on three of my best dresses and I even have pudge on my elbows. See?"
Diana held the offending joint out for Anne's inspection. Anne pulled pillow off her face, blew a stray lock of hair off her nose, and looked at the allegedly plump elbow.
"You are a silly creature, and I love you for it." Anne kissed Diana's elbow, then flopped back on the pillows with a sigh. "I'll forever look like a young girl, awkward limbs and spotty faced."
Diana laughed and hugged her friend, snuggling them both into the bed. Diana had shared a bed with her sister for years, and thought nothing of close contact. Anne, who had been orphaned, abandoned, and abused, and had wandered through most of her life alone until Diana had become her friend, was keenly aware of the excitement of being held. Diana was soft and warm, and immediately relaxed. Anne's hand crept up and held on to Diana's wrists, criss-crossed at Anne's chest. Diana lifted her head briefly to plant a kiss on Anne's cheek.
"I'm so glad you're home. I can't tell you how much I've missed you. I've missed my Anne."
Anne's heart thudded painfully in her chest at the words "my Anne" and whispered, "Always. I'll always be your Anne."
A short while later, Diana lay on her back, deep asleep, and Anne lay propped up on one elbow. She carefully reached over and brushed a stray lock of hair off of Diana's forehead, and wrapped one of the dark, glossy curls around her finger. Anne lay back down, buried her nose in Diana's hair, twined their fingers together, and fell asleep.