WMC fic - How Far Would You Go?
Title: How Far Would You Go?
Fandom: WMC
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy/Jill (yeah, you read that right!)
Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately. However, they are fun to play with and do naughty things to. I’ll clean them up and put them back on the shelf when I’m finished.
Warning: Based on the pairing, you have correctly surmised this is a threesome. Ye have been warned.
A/N: For Steppenwolf, Grumpybear, Sofia, Elek and all the other dirty minded people in my little LJ circle. Sofia, I have no idea how talking about JJ and goats helped me with this. Go figure!
A/N2: I get to kill two prompts off my list with this one. A post-Halloween story and a L/C/J-threesome-bourbon story. YAY!!!
A/N3: (last one, I swear!) Thanks to Riley’s WMC Virtual Season episode with Pirate!Cindy. I couldn’t get that image out of my head and that only helped this story along.
Jill pulled off her thigh high boots with a sigh and propped her feet on Lindsay’s coffee table. Lindsay and Cindy were opposite her on the couch. Cindy unhooked the fake sword from her waist and laid it on the table.
Claire was only able to stop by the Halloween party for a few minutes, but she couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that all three women had managed to pick pirate’s costumes without consulting each other. The ME had managed to get out the words “three women…one brain” in the midst of her laughter.
As they sat there, listening to the ending of “Thriller” for the 50th time, Lindsay had finally had enough of Halloween music. It was 2am, time for something else. She jumped from the couch to change it to something more appropriate, letting the low, sultry sounds of Norah Jones filter through the room.
Cindy watched as Lindsay bent over in front of the CD player, the tight leather pants nicely accentuating every curve. Lindsay’s version of Capt. Jack Sparrow put Johnny Depp to shame. Jill caught Cindy’s unabashed ogling with a smirk as she leaned forward to pick up the bottle of bourbon on the table. Carefully, she refilled all their glasses.
Jill cleared her throat. Getting Cindy’s attention, she quirked an eyebrow at the redhead, making Cindy turn a brighter shade than her hair. The blonde had noticed long ago the chemistry between her friend and the spunky reporter. Cindy, in spite of all her spunkiness, was obviously intimidated by the imposing gruffness of their oblivious cop friend.
Ever since Cindy had ended up in the hospital at the bad end of a bullet and Jill bore witness to the young girl’s heartbreak over Lindsay bailing on her to see Pete, Jill knew she had to do something to open Lindsay’s eyes. Jill took a large sip of the liquid in her glass, feeling the warmth of the burn slide down slowly to her stomach and feather out to the edges of her body. An evil smirk slowly spread across her lips as she got an idea.
She took another large swallow and set the glass down on the table before standing and dancing slowly to the rhythm of the music. Cindy’s gaze was pulled away from Lindsay’s backside as she saw the swaying of hips in her peripheral vision. Jill was reaching her hand out to her and letting her hips roll in wide circles. Cindy swallowed hard as Jill moved closer, a hint of vanilla and roses teasing her senses. Her eyes locked on Jill’s as the blonde leaned down close to Cindy, giving her an ample view of her cleavage. Jill ran a single finger down Cindy’s flushed cheek and under her chin.
“Dance with me.”
Lindsay turned at Jill’s voice to see Cindy being pulled into a tight embrace. Her eyebrow quirked up in curiosity at the image, then her mouth fell open as Jill dipped Cindy back and licked from the opening of her shirt to a waiting ear.
Jill glanced quickly at Lindsay and noticed the array of emotions flitting across her dark face. She saw everything from anger to possessiveness eventually give way to arousal. Jill smiled at her small victory. She had known Lindsay long enough to know she had been hiding her feelings for Cindy behind Pete. The dangerous look in Lindsay’s eyes was proof, making Jill balk for a moment and wonder just how far was she willing to go for her friends. Oh, hell with it!
With one last teasing smile at Lindsay, Jill put her arm tight and possessively around Cindy’s waist as she wrapped her fingers in the long red hair and tugged Cindy’s head back to kiss her slow and deep. Cindy’s hands flailed slightly at the unexpected sensation before gripping hard at Jill’s hips to pull her in closer. She gave in to the sweet taste of Jill’s mouth, letting her tongue dance and duel teasingly against Jill’s. Both women felt it deeply, surprising themselves with a mutual moan.
They pulled apart just enough to see Lindsay watching them on the other side of the table. She leaned over to grab her glass and threw back the shot in one swallow before walking up to both of them. Her dark eyes penetrated both of her friends to their souls as she took turns admiring the beauty and uniqueness of each woman. She ran her hands simultaneously into their hair, then brought them around to lightly scratch her nails down their necks and into the opening of their shirts.
Jill moved behind Cindy, leaving Cindy facing Lindsay, as she brushed thick red hair away from Cindy’s neck. She leaned down to run her tongue along the sensitive skin behind Cindy’s ear. Cindy closed her eyes at the sensation, reaching behind her to tug on Jill’s head, her breath starting to come in sharp gasps as Jill moved her mouth further down Cindy’s neck, sucking and nipping along the way.
Cindy’s eyes jerked open when she felt hands suddenly on her breasts. She looked down to see one wrapped around her from behind and the other attached to Lindsay. Lindsay grinned at her mischievously as she licked her lips and tugged at the nipple poking through the thin fabric.
Cindy dropped her head back to Jill’s steady shoulder, “Jesus Fucking Christ!”
Suddenly, Cindy stood up straight and grabbed Lindsay behind the head, pulling her into a fierce kiss, effectively wiping the smirk from Lindsay’s face. When she pushed Lindsay away, she turned to Jill and kissed her in the same way.
Done with the pleasantries, Lindsay spun Cindy around and into Jill’s arms as she ripped the flimsy white shirt open, yanking it down Cindy’s arms and dropping it uselessly on the floor. Cindy stood exposed and panting in her black lacy bra, waiting for the next move. Lindsay openly leered at her, taking in every inch of exposed skin and then some, making Cindy quiver in anticipation.
Jill undid the hooks of Cindy’s bra and flung it aside, “Is this what you want, Linds?”
Cindy watched Lindsay’s dark eyes grow even darker as she struggled to swallow, a subtle nod giving away her own need. Cindy startled at the brush of bare breasts on her back, wondering when the hell Jill managed to undress. As Jill pressed in and her hands wrapped around her to cup her breasts, she watched Lindsay finally give in and start undressing as well. She watched in awe as inch after sculpted inch was exposed to her.
She didn’t want to miss a moment of this and fought the urge to close her eyes as Jill began to slowly tug at her nipples, making them painfully erect. She was spared the choice, when Lindsay moved in and pressed her body close to Cindy’s, allowing the redhead to get lost in the sensation of skin, hands, and mouths all over her body.
Jill moved her hands back and forth between Cindy and Lindsay’s breasts as she worked her mouth down Cindy’s back, occasionally nipping at a nerve that thrust Cindy forward and into Lindsay’s waiting mouth. Cindy did her best to hold on to both women, feeling herself come undone. She had one hand behind her on Jill’s hip and another wrapped in Lindsay’s dark hair, as both women kissed lower on her body.
All motion suddenly stopped and Cindy looked down and into Lindsay’s hungry eyes. Without needing to say it, Cindy unbuckled her pants as Jill took over from behind and pushed them further down her legs. Feeling the tightness building in her, she willingly spread her legs.
Cindy wished she had something to brace herself against as she felt two sets of hands caress her legs, fingernails dancing lightly over the insides of her thighs and buttocks. Both women leaned in simultaneously to kiss the skin in front of them - Lindsay’s chin brushing the hairs of Cindy’s sex and Jill moving dangerously close to the space between her buttocks.
Just when Cindy didn’t think she could take anymore teasing, she felt two hands reach between her legs, one spreading her as the other entered her. She didn’t care who anymore. It all felt too overwhelming for it to matter. All she knew was that she wanted more. Her wish was quickly granted as a finger from the first hand joined the second one.
“Oh fuck!” She gripped desperately at Lindsay’s shoulder and the brunette wrapped her free arm around Cindy’s waist to hold her up. Before Cindy could wrap her mind around what was happening, that her friends were thoroughly fucking her senseless, she felt a third mystery finger enter her, making her buck hard with need against the invasion. “Oh Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God!” She locked eyes with Lindsay, feeling muscles straining in her shoulder as she thrust into Cindy.
“Please Linds…do it.” Lindsay closed her eyes and leaned in. In a few quick licks, Cindy came hard and loud, digging her nails into Lindsay’s shoulder. Both women held Cindy, their fingers buried deep in her as the throbs subsided.
Cindy felt before she heard the chuckles behind her, “What?”
“This gives a whole new meaning to Claire’s ‘three women, one brain’ comment.”