Cindy/Jill Fic
It had all started out quite peacefully. Only in retrospect could she see where her mistakes lay. Clearly, she should have known; nothing good could ever come of the plans of these two. But then, hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Her first mistake had been agreeing to it at all. In theory, spending Christmas with Jill and Cindy had sounded nice. Getting out of the city and into the snow had sounded even nicer. The thought of spending the holidays alone was the last push she had needed to say yes to Cindy’s pleading eyes and Jill’s whiny tone. Going away with a couple had been a bad idea, though; something she had definitely learnt for future reference.
Her second mistake had been agreeing to share a room when the hotel was overbooked and all they could offer was a two bed room. Excitement be damned, she should have known the consequences this could have. Though, going back to San Francisco had not been a real option either; this was the only thing consoling her at this particular moment.
Her third mistake, and in her opinion, gravest one, had been to announce she was going for a walk for an hour and returning only half an hour later because she got bored. She was quite certain this was the one that had condemned her to sitting in front of her hotel room, praying she could go back in time, only for two minutes, and not walk in at all.
She guessed that she had spent a good five minutes outside the room, pondering her options, by the time the door opened again and Cindy’s head bobbed around the corner.
“Uhm, you can come in now,” she mumbled, her face turning bright red again.
Lindsay pushed herself to her feet, brushing her hands over her pants. She tilted her head slightly, studying Cindy’s still somewhat dishevelled appearance, and smirked. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” Cindy cleared her throat. Tugging at her clothes, she busied herself to avoid Lindsay’s gaze. When it seemed like she couldn’t stand it any longer, she turned around and left Lindsay, not caring whether or not she would follow. Lindsay strongly assumed it was the later.
Lindsay walked inside. Not much had changed in the last few minutes; the unmade bed was a steady reminder of what she just had had to witness. It had been more than she had ever wanted to know off or share with her friends. She felt unusually relieved when she saw Jill fully dressed again. She wouldn’t have put it past her to just not care enough.
Unlike Cindy. She still looked like she very much wanted to disappear through the nearest hole in the floor she was able to find. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she absentmindedly tugged on the ruffled sheet, trying to straightening them out. An attempt met by futility.
“So,” Lindsay said, gazing over to Jill who looked a lot more comfortable than her partner in crime.
Jill simply shrugged and grinned. “You said you were gone for an hour.”
“Okay, we need to lay some ground rules here,” Lindsay replied. Somehow, she couldn’t really see that working. “How about you wait till we get back?”
“Or,” Jill paused for the dramatic effect, “You could simply learn to tell time.” Jill smirked and Lindsay felt the strong need to roll her eyes at her friend. She could already see herself taking long, long walks for the next three days.
“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Lindsay retorted.
“Actually, it’s Cindy who can’t.” Jill chuckled.
At the mention of her name, followed by Jill’s words, Cindy grew redder than Lindsay thought was even possible. It was far too amusing to pass up on it, and they certainly owed her a little bit of fun.
“Is that so?”
“Well, uhm.” She started fidgeting with the sheets some more, crumpling them before straightening them flat out again; everything she could do to not look at Lindsay, or even Jill. “Won’t happen again,” she finally mumbled.
“Hey!” Jill called out, glaring at Lindsay.
Lindsay simply shrugged. “Not my fault.”