The Dress - Lindsay's POV
Title: The Dress - Lindsay'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 drabble is from Lindsay’s POV - what she was thinking while Cindy was in the bedroom before their date.
A/N: Based on a sort of poke from yellowsmurf6 so blame her… not beta-d
Having seen Cindy in a myriad of outfits ranging from scuffed sneakers, torn jeans and a baby tee, through casual dresses to the cleavage baring sweater she’d worn for her ‘date’ with a possible e-stalker; Lindsay figured she was ready for whatever the little redhead wore for their night out. Upon arriving at her apartment and peeking around door - she realized two things. One, nothing had prepared her for the outfit that Cindy had chosen to wear and two, Cindy was most definitely not twelve years old.
Deep green, clinging to heretofore-unrecognized curves and falling just below her knees, the dress perfectly complemented the wealth of thick red locks that cascaded about her creamy shoulders. The neckline showing a bare hint of cleavage almost demurely hid the rise of full breasts and her lack of height did nothing to detract from slim, shapely legs that ended in tiny feet.
Lindsay’s thoughts turned to bright eyes, an adorable nose and full lips barely parted to show the tip of Cindy’s tongue. Her own mouth turned dry and her heart rate increased as she focused on the possibilities of those lips. How soft and tender, how reactive they might be upon nibbling…
The tap of footsteps broke her reverie and she extended her hand to her date.
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 drabble is from Lindsay’s POV - what she was thinking while Cindy was in the bedroom before their date.
A/N: Based on a sort of poke from yellowsmurf6 so blame her… not beta-d
Having seen Cindy in a myriad of outfits ranging from scuffed sneakers, torn jeans and a baby tee, through casual dresses to the cleavage baring sweater she’d worn for her ‘date’ with a possible e-stalker; Lindsay figured she was ready for whatever the little redhead wore for their night out. Upon arriving at her apartment and peeking around door - she realized two things. One, nothing had prepared her for the outfit that Cindy had chosen to wear and two, Cindy was most definitely not twelve years old.
Deep green, clinging to heretofore-unrecognized curves and falling just below her knees, the dress perfectly complemented the wealth of thick red locks that cascaded about her creamy shoulders. The neckline showing a bare hint of cleavage almost demurely hid the rise of full breasts and her lack of height did nothing to detract from slim, shapely legs that ended in tiny feet.
Lindsay’s thoughts turned to bright eyes, an adorable nose and full lips barely parted to show the tip of Cindy’s tongue. Her own mouth turned dry and her heart rate increased as she focused on the possibilities of those lips. How soft and tender, how reactive they might be upon nibbling…
The tap of footsteps broke her reverie and she extended her hand to her date.