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Title: For All There Is
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or anything, just having fun.
Summary: You just need to feel alive today. In control and safe.
Pairing: Cindy/Lindsay (Women's Murder Club)
A/N: Big thanks to sportysmurf for the betaing =)!
For All There Is
Tomorrow you would very likely regret it; maybe ruin your friendship forever by screwing up today. How you would explain it tomorrow, you don’t know. You just need to feel alive today. In control and safe. You asked and she gave; and is still giving.
Hands pinned above her head by you, she arches against you. Desperate for the slightest increase of pressure, she tries to grind against your thigh settled between her legs. Just far enough away to deny any real relief.
You mouth covers hers again, swallowing her whimpered pleas. You don’t want to give her what she wants just yet. While nibbling gently on her bottom lip, you nudge her legs apart further, disappointing her again when you pull away before she can achieve contact. A frustrated sigh escapes her as she struggles against you, trying to free her arms to draw you closer to her.
“Patience,” you whisper into her ear before placing soft kisses behind her ear, down her neck until you arrive at her collar bone. Sucking on her skin, sure to leave a mark, she starts squirming.
“Linz,” she pleads, “Just…please!”
Smirking to yourself, you lower your head to her breast, careful to not let go of her hands. You gently bite the soft skin before closing you lips around her nipple, enjoying her immediate response to your action. Her back arches, pressing herself further into you and urging you on. One hand releases her, the other still securely in place, to rest on her stomach, effectively holding her down.
She’s willingly giving you the control you want; struggling against you but never enough to break free. A second you worry what it will do to your friendship; the thought is gone as quickly as it came, pushed deep down for later evaluation. It was done anyway.
“Fuck,” she mutters, her head thrown back against the pillow, mumbling incoherent words as you finally press you knee against her, relieving her somewhat.
You hand leaves her stomach, your fingertips feather lightly grazing the insides of her thighs. Delighted, you take in the shivers running through her.
Her weak protest at the loss of contact is quickly silenced when your fingers replace your knee. Pleased by the wetness you find, you softly run your fingers over her swollen clit, her hips bucking to push you further.
Abandoning her breast, you kiss her, her lips parting to grant you entrance. When you finally slip two fingers into her, she breaks apart, groaning. She greedily sucks in air, writhing as you set a maddeningly slow pace. You can feel that she won’t last but you don’t want to let her go just yet. So, you keep it up. Just a few moments longer.
She’s pushing against you, grinding to have you deeper, faster. Her breathing is reduced to shallow pants, a faint layer of sweat making her forehead glister. Her fingers try to fist the sheets, having something to hold onto.
“Lindsay,” she begs you.
Your lips claim hers again. Sensing you have drawn it out long enough, you pick up the speed. She comes apart at your hands, your name leaving her mouth in a strangled moan.
You cradle her against you, releasing her arms and pull her close. Running your free hand through thick hair, you kiss her temple; the fingers of your other hand still inside her, you just want to savor the feeling for a while longer.
At this time and place, this is all you need. Her in your arms. Reality, the outside world can wait till tomorrow. It would hit soon enough. But right now, you feel more alive than ever; feel finally in control of your life again; and most of all, you feel safe, as if nothing can harm you.
To hold onto that feeling for just a bit longer, you would give everything you have. She snuggles closer, an arm draped over your waist and you know it will somehow be okay. Maybe she needed you as much as you needed her.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or anything, just having fun.
Summary: You just need to feel alive today. In control and safe.
Pairing: Cindy/Lindsay (Women's Murder Club)
A/N: Big thanks to sportysmurf for the betaing =)!
For All There Is
Tomorrow you would very likely regret it; maybe ruin your friendship forever by screwing up today. How you would explain it tomorrow, you don’t know. You just need to feel alive today. In control and safe. You asked and she gave; and is still giving.
Hands pinned above her head by you, she arches against you. Desperate for the slightest increase of pressure, she tries to grind against your thigh settled between her legs. Just far enough away to deny any real relief.
You mouth covers hers again, swallowing her whimpered pleas. You don’t want to give her what she wants just yet. While nibbling gently on her bottom lip, you nudge her legs apart further, disappointing her again when you pull away before she can achieve contact. A frustrated sigh escapes her as she struggles against you, trying to free her arms to draw you closer to her.
“Patience,” you whisper into her ear before placing soft kisses behind her ear, down her neck until you arrive at her collar bone. Sucking on her skin, sure to leave a mark, she starts squirming.
“Linz,” she pleads, “Just…please!”
Smirking to yourself, you lower your head to her breast, careful to not let go of her hands. You gently bite the soft skin before closing you lips around her nipple, enjoying her immediate response to your action. Her back arches, pressing herself further into you and urging you on. One hand releases her, the other still securely in place, to rest on her stomach, effectively holding her down.
She’s willingly giving you the control you want; struggling against you but never enough to break free. A second you worry what it will do to your friendship; the thought is gone as quickly as it came, pushed deep down for later evaluation. It was done anyway.
“Fuck,” she mutters, her head thrown back against the pillow, mumbling incoherent words as you finally press you knee against her, relieving her somewhat.
You hand leaves her stomach, your fingertips feather lightly grazing the insides of her thighs. Delighted, you take in the shivers running through her.
Her weak protest at the loss of contact is quickly silenced when your fingers replace your knee. Pleased by the wetness you find, you softly run your fingers over her swollen clit, her hips bucking to push you further.
Abandoning her breast, you kiss her, her lips parting to grant you entrance. When you finally slip two fingers into her, she breaks apart, groaning. She greedily sucks in air, writhing as you set a maddeningly slow pace. You can feel that she won’t last but you don’t want to let her go just yet. So, you keep it up. Just a few moments longer.
She’s pushing against you, grinding to have you deeper, faster. Her breathing is reduced to shallow pants, a faint layer of sweat making her forehead glister. Her fingers try to fist the sheets, having something to hold onto.
“Lindsay,” she begs you.
Your lips claim hers again. Sensing you have drawn it out long enough, you pick up the speed. She comes apart at your hands, your name leaving her mouth in a strangled moan.
You cradle her against you, releasing her arms and pull her close. Running your free hand through thick hair, you kiss her temple; the fingers of your other hand still inside her, you just want to savor the feeling for a while longer.
At this time and place, this is all you need. Her in your arms. Reality, the outside world can wait till tomorrow. It would hit soon enough. But right now, you feel more alive than ever; feel finally in control of your life again; and most of all, you feel safe, as if nothing can harm you.
To hold onto that feeling for just a bit longer, you would give everything you have. She snuggles closer, an arm draped over your waist and you know it will somehow be okay. Maybe she needed you as much as you needed her.