Fic: Reassurance 1/1
Title: Reassurance
Author: worst_liar_ever
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/ Cindy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No, they are not mine…
Summary: A case leaves Lindsay needing to connect.
Authors Note: Unbeta’d All the mistakes are mine.
The door slammed behind her as she rushed into the apartment. Her boots were clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way toward her target. The difficulties of her day were clearly written on her face. Her dark tresses swished from side to side as she took long strides towards the noises that were emanating from her kitchen. She brushed her long hand across Martha’s back in recognition as she quickly walked past her.
Lindsay had been longing for her lover all afternoon. It had consumed her ever since she had caught her latest case. It wasn’t that the victim looked anything like Cindy. In fact, she looked remarkably unlike Cindy. It was the woman she had left behind. As Lindsay stared into the face of the broken woman, eyes puffy from crying so hard, she struggled to maintain her composure. It was a simple question really, one which Lindsay the relationship retard had yet to consider.
“What am I going to do without her?” Lindsay could see the fear written in the woman’s eyes. It was true, she didn’t know.
That question had plagued Lindsay. Jacobi had spent the afternoon throwing her curious looks as she had struggled to concentrate on her work. It was clear that she was not going to be ok until she found the reassurance that she needed.
The sight of the familiar red her lifted a weight from her. Lindsay was relieved that she didn’t need to ponder that question today. But it was not enough, she needed more.
Cindy heard the clicks of Lindsay’s heels and turned just in time to see the expression on her face. She had no time to consider it before she was pulled into a bruising kiss and pushed back against the kitchen counter. She felt strong arms envelope her as the needy kiss became deeper and more forceful as tongues demanded entry.
Cindy tried to push back to ask what was going on but was silenced as strong hands ran down her sides, cupped her firm rear, and lifted her onto the counter. It was clear that something was wrong, but the bolts that were singeing a path to her core made it impossible to concentrate. Rather than fight it, she decided to give into the moment and enjoy what her lover’s touches were doing to her.
Normally Lindsay was a careful lover. She used her strength to her advantage, but only in her ultimate goal of gratifying her beloved red head. This was different however, she needed to touch this woman, needed to feel her move against her and scream her name. There was no time for her usual slow and teasing pace, she felt as if her heart would burst if she did not touch Cindy in the most intimate of ways as soon as she could.
Lithe fingers moved down Cindy’s chest, ghosting over creamy breasts and resting on the button of her pants. Before she even knew what had happened, those strong fingers had undone them and they were off her legs and across the floor.
Cindy was glad that she had been barefoot. Lindsay couldn’t deal with the extra delay that removing her shoes caused at the best of times. Given her current state, she knew it would have sent her over the edge.
Cindy moaned when Lindsay’s hands ran straight up her legs to cup her core. Her excitement was clear from the wetness found there. The strong hands didn’t stay there nearly as long as she wanted them to as the gripped her tight blue sweater and lifted it over her head. She had a few moments to look into Lindsay’s eyes before she was swept up again into a searing kiss.
Lindsay quickly undid the clasp of Cindy’s bra and threw the object across the room. She heard it slap against the fridge. She took a hard nipple into her mouth eliciting a combination moan and gasp from her lover. Cindy bucked her hips when Lindsay grazed her teeth over it and began to work on the other nipple.
Cindy’s need was becoming unbearable as she ground her hips into the body between her legs. She wrapped her hands around her waist and pulled Lindsay closer to her, desiring more friction.
Lindsay couldn’t take it any longer, she needed more. She pushed aside the cotton barrier and thrust in two fingers. She moaned at the wetness she found there. She removed her attention from the creamy breasts before her and lifted her gaze to her lover’s face.
“Open your eyes” Her voice was husky and strained.
Cindy knew instantly that her lover needed desperately to connect with her. She opened her eyes, willing them to stay there. She bucked her hips wildly keeping up with Lindsay’s torturous pace. She almost screamed when she felt the lithe fingers withdraw from her warmth. The question on her face was clear.
Lindsay hooked her thumbs into Cindy’s underwear and quickly drew them down her legs. She pushed her lovers legs apart further as she leaned in and licked a line up her lovers slit, placing pressure on her clit as she did. She quickly replaced her fingers into Cindy’s wetness and crushed their mouths together.
Cindy moaned at the taste of herself on her lover’s lips. She wrapped her legs around Lindsay’s waist intensifying the friction as she did so.
It was more than Lindsay could bear; she thrust in a third finger as she used the weight of her body to drive her fingers deeper into Cindy’s core. She searched again for her lovers face, needing to look into her eyes as she came.
It didn’t take long before she felt the muscles around her fingers begin to tighten and Cindy’s low groans became frenzied murmurs.
“Oh god, Lindsay. Harder, please, I need you…to...god.” Cindy’s pleas always did things to Lindsay she couldn’t explain.
She began to move her body as hard as she thought she could without hurting her lover. She curled her fingers to find that spot that had Cindy gasping her name.
“Lindsay…oh god yes…more…please…” Cindy’s voice was strained as she arched herself into the intruding fingers.
The pressure of a thumb swiping across Cindy’s clit tore a low guttural moan from her throat as she came. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and they slammed shut as her body shuddered from her climax.
Lindsay slowly began to still her actions holding up Cindy’s slumped body. She pressed their foreheads together and ran her hand slowly up and down her lovers arm, waiting for her to come down from her high.
Cindy finally opened her eyes and was met with dark ones staring back intently at her.
“Not that I didn’t like that, and I think you noticed that I did, what was that about?” Cindy’s fought to get the words out, still not recovered from her high.
Lindsay wasn’t sure what to say. She had never been good at the talking thing, telling other’s her feelings. It was easier with Cindy, she was in the club, and she knew what she faced every day.
“I just needed to feel you, to know that you were still here and that you were mine.” A blush crept up her neck as she stared at her hands which were now entwined with Cindy’s.
“I have always been yours, from the moment we met. You know that.” She put her hand under Lindsay’s chin and drew their eyes together.
“I know. I just…needed reassurance, needed to reaffirm.” She gave her lover a sheepish grin.
Cindy drew them together in a tight embrace.
“I Love you” she whispered into Lindsay’s ear. She could feel her lovers grin on her neck.
- Fin -