All I Want is You - Part 3
Title: All I Want is You - Part 3
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 876 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - mentions of sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha kisses her softly, slowly backing her toward the small trailer day bed. Lindsay backs into its edge; her knees buckle and she sits, pulling Samantha with her.
Their hearts beat quickly, almost loud enough to hear. Samantha feels exhilarated; young and reckless. It’s just as she remembered, feeling like anything is possible when she’s with Lindsay.
Lindsay tries to say something but Samantha interrupts her, again with a soft kiss that becomes aggressive quickly. The woman unties the cloth belt of Lindsay’s robe, revealing a barely there bathing suit.
“What kind of movie is this?” she asks, leaning back to admire the view.
Lindsay laughs and tosses her long hair onto her back. “A comedy.”
Samantha grins and presses her bare torso against Lindsay’s and kisses her again. “Really? Coz I’m not laughing.”
She remembers now how much she missed this; wonders even how she ever went without. The intensity between them and how well they fit together - they know, quite literally, each others ins and outs, ups and downs. The way sparks fly when their skin touches, and the way every curve of their bodies fit to the other like pieces from a puzzle.
A static crackle from behind Lindsay startles Samantha. She reaches around her and feels a hard box attached the back of her bikini.
“Just my mic,” the girl says, unclipping it from the material and tossing it onto a nearby table.
Samantha shrugs. All distractions aside now, she inches her fingers beneath the material. She hooks her thumbs outside and tugs downward, taking the bathing suit bottoms with her. She leaves them to rest just below Lindsay’s hips and uses her own hips to shimmy them even further down.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be…” Lindsay begins but Samantha stops her with a kiss. The woman grabs her legs behind the knees and forces them gently apart. She places herself carefully in this space, her arms wrapped firmly around the girl’s freckled waist.
Her mind races, as does her heart. She feels herself heating up from the inside out. One of the reasons she had fallen for Lindsay in the first place was because of how spontaneous and daring the girl was. Her childlike persona always loved a risk - anything to get her adrenaline pumping.
And now, Samantha was initiating the risk. She liked that a little bit of the girl had rubbed off on her.
She traces her fingers across Lindsay’s back and down the top of her right leg. She stops at the girl’s kneecap and slides back up to her thigh, underneath this time.
It’s impossible not to be drawn to the warmth between her legs but she hesitates, her fingertips shaky as she holds tightly to a firm inner thigh.
Her hand is still trembling as she reaches forward, two fingertips barely touching Lindsay’s tender skin.
Knock knock knock.
Both girls freeze.
Knock knock knock.
“Lohan? You in there? We need you on set, pronto!” says a commanding voice from the other side of the door.
Lindsay slaps a hand over her embarrassed face. “Sorry.”
Samantha’s cheeks are red and her heart feels like it’s beating in her throat. “Don’t be.”
She stands up, helping Lindsay to her feet. The girl wiggles back into her bikini bottoms. Her face is flushed and her freckles are more pronounced than usual.
“How much longer are you shooting for?” Samantha asks, dropping the borrowed t-shirt from Lindsay over her head. Floral scents of perfume mixed with tobacco cling to her skin - it smells like Lindsay and she loves that.
“Could be half an hour, could be a few more hours. Depends on how many times I screw up,” the girl says and giggles. Samantha pulls Lindsay close and rests her chin on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you mad?”
Samantha turns her head to look at the girl and smiles. “Of course not. I think we were saved by the bell, so to speak.”
Lindsay looks confused but smiles back. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t think either of us are ready to jump back into bed with each other.” She ponders for a moment. “Scratch that. I would love to, but I don’t think it would be a good idea. Maybe it’s just fate telling us to take it slow.”
Lindsay nods and kisses Samantha gently behind her ear. The woman giggles - it’s her most ticklish spot and the girl knows this.
“How slow is slow?” Lindsay asks, devilishly.
Samantha rolls her eyes and smiles. She squeezes the girl’s face gently between her palms and rubs their noses together. “Get back to work, boo. Knock ‘em dead.”
Lindsay sighs. She loves her job but right now she just wants to spend her time with Samantha. Grumbling, she reties her bathrobe and heads for the door. “I have a dinner break at 7. Meet me here and I’ll show you around set.”
The girl blows a flirty kiss Samantha’s way and steps outside. Samantha follows, locking the door behind her.
She has six hours to kill; what to do? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a sign that says ‘wardrobe’ - the door has been left wide open. Now seems like the perfect time for a costume change.
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 876 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - mentions of sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha kisses her softly, slowly backing her toward the small trailer day bed. Lindsay backs into its edge; her knees buckle and she sits, pulling Samantha with her.
Their hearts beat quickly, almost loud enough to hear. Samantha feels exhilarated; young and reckless. It’s just as she remembered, feeling like anything is possible when she’s with Lindsay.
Lindsay tries to say something but Samantha interrupts her, again with a soft kiss that becomes aggressive quickly. The woman unties the cloth belt of Lindsay’s robe, revealing a barely there bathing suit.
“What kind of movie is this?” she asks, leaning back to admire the view.
Lindsay laughs and tosses her long hair onto her back. “A comedy.”
Samantha grins and presses her bare torso against Lindsay’s and kisses her again. “Really? Coz I’m not laughing.”
She remembers now how much she missed this; wonders even how she ever went without. The intensity between them and how well they fit together - they know, quite literally, each others ins and outs, ups and downs. The way sparks fly when their skin touches, and the way every curve of their bodies fit to the other like pieces from a puzzle.
A static crackle from behind Lindsay startles Samantha. She reaches around her and feels a hard box attached the back of her bikini.
“Just my mic,” the girl says, unclipping it from the material and tossing it onto a nearby table.
Samantha shrugs. All distractions aside now, she inches her fingers beneath the material. She hooks her thumbs outside and tugs downward, taking the bathing suit bottoms with her. She leaves them to rest just below Lindsay’s hips and uses her own hips to shimmy them even further down.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be…” Lindsay begins but Samantha stops her with a kiss. The woman grabs her legs behind the knees and forces them gently apart. She places herself carefully in this space, her arms wrapped firmly around the girl’s freckled waist.
Her mind races, as does her heart. She feels herself heating up from the inside out. One of the reasons she had fallen for Lindsay in the first place was because of how spontaneous and daring the girl was. Her childlike persona always loved a risk - anything to get her adrenaline pumping.
And now, Samantha was initiating the risk. She liked that a little bit of the girl had rubbed off on her.
She traces her fingers across Lindsay’s back and down the top of her right leg. She stops at the girl’s kneecap and slides back up to her thigh, underneath this time.
It’s impossible not to be drawn to the warmth between her legs but she hesitates, her fingertips shaky as she holds tightly to a firm inner thigh.
Her hand is still trembling as she reaches forward, two fingertips barely touching Lindsay’s tender skin.
Knock knock knock.
Both girls freeze.
Knock knock knock.
“Lohan? You in there? We need you on set, pronto!” says a commanding voice from the other side of the door.
Lindsay slaps a hand over her embarrassed face. “Sorry.”
Samantha’s cheeks are red and her heart feels like it’s beating in her throat. “Don’t be.”
She stands up, helping Lindsay to her feet. The girl wiggles back into her bikini bottoms. Her face is flushed and her freckles are more pronounced than usual.
“How much longer are you shooting for?” Samantha asks, dropping the borrowed t-shirt from Lindsay over her head. Floral scents of perfume mixed with tobacco cling to her skin - it smells like Lindsay and she loves that.
“Could be half an hour, could be a few more hours. Depends on how many times I screw up,” the girl says and giggles. Samantha pulls Lindsay close and rests her chin on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you mad?”
Samantha turns her head to look at the girl and smiles. “Of course not. I think we were saved by the bell, so to speak.”
Lindsay looks confused but smiles back. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t think either of us are ready to jump back into bed with each other.” She ponders for a moment. “Scratch that. I would love to, but I don’t think it would be a good idea. Maybe it’s just fate telling us to take it slow.”
Lindsay nods and kisses Samantha gently behind her ear. The woman giggles - it’s her most ticklish spot and the girl knows this.
“How slow is slow?” Lindsay asks, devilishly.
Samantha rolls her eyes and smiles. She squeezes the girl’s face gently between her palms and rubs their noses together. “Get back to work, boo. Knock ‘em dead.”
Lindsay sighs. She loves her job but right now she just wants to spend her time with Samantha. Grumbling, she reties her bathrobe and heads for the door. “I have a dinner break at 7. Meet me here and I’ll show you around set.”
The girl blows a flirty kiss Samantha’s way and steps outside. Samantha follows, locking the door behind her.
She has six hours to kill; what to do? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a sign that says ‘wardrobe’ - the door has been left wide open. Now seems like the perfect time for a costume change.