"Alone With Lindsay" Part 2
Title: Alone With Lindsay Part 2
Author:gigi2690
Discaimer: I own nothing :(
Summary: Cindy and Lindsay end up alone at Lindsay's apartment the tension finally explodes into action :)
Rating: R For sure
Arciving: Wherever. I'm open.
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
I know I said this was going to be a two part story, but after writing this part I really think I need one more. I just feel like there should be a morning after part. Not a angsty morning after, but a fluffy happy one :). Anyway, read it and tell me if you agree!
gigi
Part One
Every one of Lindsay’s senses was heightened. She often felt this way when confronting a suspect, but this was different. It was even more intense and it wasn’t caused by a gun in her face or a chase; no, it was caused instead by the dazzling redhead trembling under her touch.
She luxuriated in the taste and fullness of Cindy’s mouth. She had often considered kissing the redhead, even for the sole purpose of shutting her up. Her fevered brain sought out words to describe the taste, but all fell short. The words luscious, sweet, and tangy were brought to her mind.
Breaking away from the kiss Lindsay tried to catch her breath, “strawberries.”
Cindy for her part looked very confused. Her chest was heaving as her lungs sought the oxygen they had previously been denied, and her eyebrows knitted in that adorable way they did when the reporter thought she had missed something. Lindsay’s hand stroked the younger woman’s cheekbone and watched hypnotized as Cindy’s eyes drifted shut and leaned into the touch.
“Your mouth tastes of strawberries.” Cindy’s eyes opened as she seemed to rake her brain for a possible connection.
“I haven’t eaten any strawberries today,” Lindsay’s hands drifted under the woman’s blouse as she watched amused, “I don’t… use… any products that taste like strawberries,” Her fingers raked down the redhead’s torso, “And I…don’t…uh…well…fuck it.” Lindsay was suddenly pounced to the floor.
By the time her brain was cleared of the haze caused by banging her head against the wooden floor, Lindsay realized she was pinned. Dark brown met light brown. The intensity of it shook the Inspector to the core. At that moment she remembered the cliché, ‘eyes are the windows to the soul.’ It clicked. Cindy’s eyes were soft, light, caring, everything that was good in the world. Lindsay’s own eyes were dark, tainted, but strong and compassionate. The thing that struck her the hardest was that they were both brown. They might be different shades, but they both understood the world, the importance of this moment, and each other.
Lindsay was thrown from her philosophical musings as Cindy shifted slightly above her. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her position, and more importantly every inch where the two of them were touching. Cindy was straddling her hips, holding both her hands above her head and staring with her face inches from Lindsay’s own.
Cindy’s ragged breath blew softly against the Inspector’s face. The older woman became conscious of the fact that their breathing was synched, a soft rhythm. Every time the redhead’s chest expanded to take in a breath, it rubbed against Lindsay’s chest and caused her breathing to catch slightly.
Could she get out of this position? In a heartbeat. Did she want to? Hell no. Cindy met her mouth and poured herself into it. Lindsay could feel it all; all of the tension, the frustration, the trust, it all seeped out in a intense battle of the tongues.
She wanted to touch the woman above her, but her hands were still held. Cindy’s mouth drifted across a firm jaw line, down a slender neck, and into the hollow of her throat. There the fiery redhead bit down. The moan was so low and primal Lindsay could scarcely recognize it as her own.
She could feel Cindy smile against her throat.
“Tease,” muttered Lindsay as she felt her head falling back, opening even more to the redhead’s lips. Cindy looked up from her task and smiled.
“What are you doing?” Lindsay found herself asking although the answer appeared obvious as soon as it left her lips. Cindy smiled as she graced the Inspector with another slow and exploring kiss,
“Taking you.” In a short movement, akin to that of a panther, the Inspector reversed their positions. She watched the reporter assess what had just happened. This time Lindsay gave the redhead a bottomless kiss of her own. In it she pushed her frustration, lust, longing, and something she was not yet ready to fathom.
As she came up for air, she was proud to see the woman’s lips were as red as her hair,
“I said to try.” She knew she was smirking. She seemed to do that more when Cindy was around. The woman in question struggled slightly against the hold on her wrists, but Lindsay wasn’t about to let up. She held both of the smaller woman’s hands in one, and this exposed a lot for the Inspector to feast upon.
Lowering her lips to Cindy’s neck, she gave the same treatment she had previously received. Sucking and biting she made her way down the lipstick trail she had left earlier that evening. She paused as her lips reached the top of the younger woman’s blouse. She could just see the line of two full and heaving breasts, but they were hidden.
“Your shirt.” Cindy groaned as Lindsay’s lips and breath abandoned her heated skin leaving it feeling cold,
“Wh…at?” The Inspector frowned,
“Your shirt is in the way.” Cindy grunted adorably,
“You’re the Inspector…figure it out.” Lindsay grinned as she ripped the shirt open causing the reporter to gasp as her flesh became exposed to the cold air.
“There were buttons you know.” The brunette left a trail of kisses between breasts and on the flesh unhidden by the silk bra. Against the top of one breast Lindsay replied,
“Are you complaining?” The younger woman’s eyes fluttered shut as she moaned out long and softly,
“It is just that…I liked that shirt, and as a…reporter…my salary…isn’t all that…stellar…and,” Lindsay massaged the other breast as she bit down, “Uh no…no compl…ain…ing heeeeere… goooood god.”
Smirking she unclasped the bra and threw it unceremoniously to the side. Cindy’s skin was glistening and quivering. Lindsay was overcome by strawberries. She could smell it on the redhead’s skin, she could taste it with every kiss and bite she lavished on the smaller woman. The power of it swirled in her brain. Strawberries were definitely becoming her favourite fruit.
Sucking one nipple in her mouth, Lindsay felt invigorated as she heard Cindy hiss and arch her back into the touch. Momentarily distracted by the attention she was bestowing on hardened cherry peaks, Lindsay didn’t realize she had loosened her grip on the reporter’s wrists. Freed, the younger woman pulled the Inspector up to her level. Sucking on the brunette’s lower lip, Cindy proceeded to rip open Lindsay’s shirt. Lindsay groaned the best she could against the onslaught of the younger woman’s lips,
“I liked that shirt.” Cindy laughed. It was a melodious sound that sent shivers and heat down Lindsay’s spine and to her center. The reporter grinned as her deft fingers wrapped around a slender torso to unlatch a felonious bra,
“We’ll go shopping for new shirts.” Lindsay groaned again, head falling back as Cindy’s tongue made its way down to her newly exposed bosom,
“I…hate…shopping.” Lindsay’s hands wove through auburn tresses as the reporter twirled a hard nipple around in her mouth with her tongue.
“No woman hates shopping,” Cindy replied whilst blowing on the brunette's moist stomach. Lindsay’s head fell backward against the floor for the second time that evening. As she felt the younger woman unbutton her jeans and pull them down using only her teeth, Lindsay amended her statement,
“I don’t have time to go shopping.” Hands, nails, teeth, tongue, and searing breathe made their way down and back up the long journey of her legs. Cindy slowly widened the expanse between the brunette’s thighs as her fingers took hold of the sides of silk lingerie,
“Too bad. The changing rooms are so big, and I could often use a hand.” Lindsay let out a deep gravelly purr both at the implications of the words, and at the redhead’s fingers pulling down the last divide between her throbbing sex and the woman causing it,
“On second thought, I think I need…to go shopping.”
Smirking at her small victory, Cindy flung the last of the undergarments aside and stared down at the dark haired beauty before her. Lindsay watched as she seemed to take everything in. Quickly becoming frustrated she grunted, “tease.” Cindy’s laughter once again enveloped Lindsay. She was quickly falling in love with the sound.
Like a cat the reporter climbed up the naked Inspector’s body and took possession of her mouth. One hand entwined itself in deep brown locks as the other glided over a flat stomach and down between Lindsay’s thighs.
The first touch was almost enough to send her over the edge; she was already so unbelievably aroused. One finger slid into the slick folds, then another. Lindsay’s hips bucked in response. Cindy was airborne for a moment before she fell back down on top of the brunette.
The redhead’s fingers were moving so slowly. Lindsay didn’t know how much more she could take. Her head was swimming with the overwhelming sense of strawberries. Her skin set aflame by every kiss and touch…so slowly,
“Ciiiinnndy.” The sound came out in a long hiss. Taking notice, the tempo was quickened. Soon it matched the heart thudding in her chest. Everything went faster, it all swirled around as Lindsay gripped onto red tresses in an attempt to hold on. White. Everything went white as she flew over the edge.
Finally coming back down to earth, she looked up at the redhead sitting beside her. Cindy was licking her fingers, looking extremely proud of herself. She tried to move for a moment, but found that her body had been reduced to goo.
So she just watched the extraordinary woman by her side. The light made her hair and eyes glow as brightly as the Inspector felt at that moment. Hair disheveled, lips reddened, bite marks along her neck and chest, Cindy seemed perfectly at peace.
Feeling came back to her body, and so did a thought. Cindy had far too much clothing on.
“My turn.” Cindy’s eyes widened as her eyes darted towards the bedroom. Lindsay shook her head smirking,
“No, the kitchen.” Cindy quirked an eyebrow,
“You hungry?” Licking her lips, Lindsay rose to her feet whilst pulling the redhead up with her. Drawing the reporter into the millionth cosmic kiss of the evening, she whispered against her lips,
“Very.” Harmonious laughter filled the air. Later that evening, Lindsay would be very thankful that her neighbor was deaf.