The Dress - Cindy's POV
Title: The Dress - Cindy's POV
Author: sportysmurf
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Archive: Just let me know.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine they’re James Patterson’s and I’m only playing with them.
Summary: This is a drabble from Cindy’s POV - what was going through her head when she ducked back into her bedroom before they left on their date in Dilemma.
A/N: Maybe I should get sick more often? Based on a sort of poke from yellowsmurf6 so blame her… not beta-d, sorry.
‘Where did that dress come from?’ She knew she’d certainly have remembered that in Lindsay’s wardrobe. The inspector was incredibly attractive in her typical day clothing, but dressed as she was in the satiny blue dress, she became nothing short of stunning. As Cindy gathered the gift and her wrap, she paused to visualize.
The deep blue satin exposed more of Lindsay than she had ever seen, so used was she to seeing the brunette in jeans and casual long sleeves. 3-inch heels accentuated incredibly long legs and powerful, tanned arms ending in slender fingers that were devoid of decoration. Her back was naked nearly to the waist and was partially covered by the waves of blue-black hair that hung well past her shoulders. The sharp ‘v’ of the neckline bared the length of her throat, the smooth skin of her chest and hinted at the soft swell of small, firm breasts.
Cindy tried to focus on the upcoming dinner instead of the broad smile, twinkling eyes and throaty voice that awaited her beyond the bedroom door. She grinned at the thought of Lindsay’s reaction should she simply pounce on her and simply remove said dress… Giving her head a shake to clear it of such dangerous thoughts, she trotted back out to the living room.
Author: sportysmurf
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Archive: Just let me know.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine they’re James Patterson’s and I’m only playing with them.
Summary: This is a drabble from Cindy’s POV - what was going through her head when she ducked back into her bedroom before they left on their date in Dilemma.
A/N: Maybe I should get sick more often? Based on a sort of poke from yellowsmurf6 so blame her… not beta-d, sorry.
‘Where did that dress come from?’ She knew she’d certainly have remembered that in Lindsay’s wardrobe. The inspector was incredibly attractive in her typical day clothing, but dressed as she was in the satiny blue dress, she became nothing short of stunning. As Cindy gathered the gift and her wrap, she paused to visualize.
The deep blue satin exposed more of Lindsay than she had ever seen, so used was she to seeing the brunette in jeans and casual long sleeves. 3-inch heels accentuated incredibly long legs and powerful, tanned arms ending in slender fingers that were devoid of decoration. Her back was naked nearly to the waist and was partially covered by the waves of blue-black hair that hung well past her shoulders. The sharp ‘v’ of the neckline bared the length of her throat, the smooth skin of her chest and hinted at the soft swell of small, firm breasts.
Cindy tried to focus on the upcoming dinner instead of the broad smile, twinkling eyes and throaty voice that awaited her beyond the bedroom door. She grinned at the thought of Lindsay’s reaction should she simply pounce on her and simply remove said dress… Giving her head a shake to clear it of such dangerous thoughts, she trotted back out to the living room.