All I Want is You - Part 21
Title: All I Want is You - Part 21
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1446 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - swearing, suggestive language and almost sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha takes the baby’s bassinet out to Nicole’s SUV and grabs a few of the baby’s things that were left behind in the backseat of her car. She says hello to Joel in the driver’s seat and shows him the baby’s new t-shirt.
“Hey, I think I left one of his bottles inside. I’ll grab it,” Samantha yells to Nicole as she buckles Attikus into his seat. He giggles and grabs onto her hair, pulling their faces together. Nicole kisses his little nose and pulls her hair out from his fingers.
Samantha runs inside and sees the bottle sitting on the kitchen counter. This is the homestretch now. All she has to do is grab it and take it to Nicole outside and she will have averted a possible major crisis.
“Baby, what’s that smell? Did you forget you were cooking again?” she hears Lindsay say from the bedroom. She stops dead in her tracks, her feet shoulder width apart. Instinctively, she raises her arms in surrender. Maybe Nicole will wait outside.
“Is it in there?” Nicole says from the front doorway. Samantha looks frantically back and forth between the entrance to her house and her slowly opening bedroom door. Who should she yell at first?
“Yeah, Nic, I’ll bring it out to you!” she shouts, staring wide-eyed at Lindsay as she walks into the kitchen and toward the lone bottle. Samantha faces a flat palm at the girl, mouthing the words ‘stay there’. The redhead looks at her confused, picking up the bottle in one of her hands. She steps toward Samantha as Nicole rounds the corner into the house. Do women ever do what they’re told?
Samantha takes the bottle from Lindsay’s hand just as Nicole enters the kitchen. Her jaw drops and she stares at the redhead with contempt. If it were physically possible, steam would be pouring from each one of her orifices in anger.
“What is she doing here?” Nicole stares at Lindsay but directs her question at Samantha.
Panicking, Samantha drops the bottle and surrenders her hands again. “Can we just be calm about this? Talk it out?”
Lindsay, now aware of the seriousness of the situation, steps back and crosses her arms timidly behind her back. She lowers her head shamefully.
Surprisingly, Nicole takes several deep breaths in and out and softens her expression. She nods and inaudibly apologizes for her irrational reaction.
Samantha looks back and forth between both women, her forehead wrinkled in confusion. If this were years ago, patches of hair would be flying and claws out by now. “Huh. This is different,” she says, suggesting they take a seat at the kitchen table. She turns off the stove, having already burnt dinner and sighs, feeling her stomach lurch with hunger.
Lindsay sits in a chair on one end, Nicole at the opposite and Samantha between the two, acting as referee.
Samantha explains the situation; their chance reunion, her confidence in Lindsay’s newfound maturity, and how important it is that her friends get along with her future wife.
“You two are getting married?” Nicole asks, raising an eyebrow.
Samantha and Lindsay both extend their left hands in Nicole's direction. She takes each of them in her palm and looks at the rings.
“Wow. That was fast.” She says this looking shocked but not disapproving. Samantha nods.
“I know why all of you did what you did,” Lindsay says, finally piping up. “Samantha is so lucky to have family and friends who look out for her. I was hurting her and didn’t know how to stop myself. Someone had to and I’m glad it was all of you.”
Nicole nods and lends her undivided attention to the girl.
“But losing her made me grow up and realize I’ve got more important things in life to worry about than myself. I hope you’ll let me prove that to you.”
Nicole nods again. She gets up from her seat and walks past Samantha to hug Lindsay. They stand and embrace; Samantha joins after a few moments.
They say goodbye and Nicole heads happily home with Joel and her two little ones. Lindsay and Samantha stand in the doorway, arms wrapped comfortably around each other.
It’s been a long day for them both; Lindsay with work, Samantha with babysitting. On their way to the bedroom, Samantha kicks off her capris; Lindsay doesn’t bother. They intertwine their limbs and snuggle in close for a much-needed night’s rest.
When Samantha wakes up, Lindsay is still sound asleep. Her t-shirt has ridden up to her ribcage, revealing her entire freckled stomach and a pair of lingerie-like panties. It doesn’t take long for the woman’s thoughts to stray as she undresses the girl with her eyes.
“Hey, are you awake?” she asks, pressing a soft kiss to Lindsay’s forehead. The girl stirs awake, surprisingly alert.
“Hmm…?” Lindsay responds, blinking. She catches the mischievous grin as it turns up the corners of Samantha’s mouth. How could she have forgotten the woman’s favourite morning passtime?
Samantha’s hand sneaks beneath the material of Lindsay’s jeans, teasing at the lacy waistband of the girl’s underwear. “I want to…” she begins, but trails off, ravishing the girl’s neck with hard kisses.
Lindsay lifts her hips toward the woman’s hand, fumbling as she unbuttons her own jeans. “You want to what, baby?” she groans, her voice raspy and deep. She licks her lips, hungry for Samantha’s touch.
“I just want to…” Samantha repeats, kissing across the redhead’s freckled cheek to her waiting mouth. Her lips are wet and open; she grabs the woman’s face in both hands and pulls her directly on top.
“Tell me what you want…” Lindsay’s chest and stomach heave, her breathing is laboured. She traps Samantha’s hand between both of their bodies, trying her best to shift the hand where she wants it - further down.
“I want to make you…” With her wrist, Samantha pushes down the zipper of Lindsay’s jeans, sliding her fingertips dangerously between the girl’s legs. She wiggles her long digits tantalizingly against the girl’s soft skin. Warmth radiates from Lindsay’s insides.
“Fuck,” Lindsay moans, throwing her head back into the pillow behind her. She can’t take much more of this almost-but-not-quite pleasure. “Make me what, Samantha?” Her voice is demanding but vulnerable. Samantha knows no matter what she does next, the girl will be putty in her hands.
“I really want to make you…” Samantha takes Lindsay’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulls back, watching the girl as she writhes and wiggles at her will. She slides a single, careful finger from between the girl’s legs and up. Her skin sparingly touches the moist opening.
Lindsay’s every muscle flinches; she has to force herself to stay still.
“Breakfast.” Samantha says, grinning, as she takes back her hand and climbs from the bed.
Lindsay remains laying on the bed, her mouth gaping in mid moan. Her expression changes quickly from pleasure to shock and then anger. “That’s not fucking fair at all!”
Samantha crosses her arms and ankles, leaning against the wooden siding of her bedroom doorway. Her face betrays some guilt and also suffering as she tries not to laugh, “I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure you still owe me from the other night. That's what I call unfair.”
Before giving Lindsay a chance to respond, Samantha drags her bare feet out into the kitchen. She turns on the water in the sink and puts her hand beneath it to test the temperature. As she fills a glass with the cold water, a warm body presses against her back; soft hands steal their way beneath her t-shirt.
“I thought you said you were saving yourself,” Lindsay whispers into her ear, wrapping her arms close around the woman’s waist.
Samantha shivers as the girl’s icy fingers press against her skin but she feels a burning inside. She leans herself against the counter, takes a long sip of water from her glass and presses her cheek against the girl’s open lips. “I did, didn’t I?”
Lindsay nods and presses a soft, wet kiss on the woman’s face. She repeats this, moving the kisses to behind Samantha’s ear. The woman trembles, using the counter to hold her up despite weakening knees.
Once she thinks she can stand on her own again, Samantha takes hold of Lindsay’s arms wrapped around her and disentwines them. With her fingers places between the girl’s, she slides their palms across her stomach and past her belly button. Her back arches into Lindsay’s stomach as both hands press on beneath the elastic waistband of her boy boxer underwear. She inhales deeply, a cheeky grin on her face. “I now pronounce us wife…and wife. You may fuck the bride.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1446 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - swearing, suggestive language and almost sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha takes the baby’s bassinet out to Nicole’s SUV and grabs a few of the baby’s things that were left behind in the backseat of her car. She says hello to Joel in the driver’s seat and shows him the baby’s new t-shirt.
“Hey, I think I left one of his bottles inside. I’ll grab it,” Samantha yells to Nicole as she buckles Attikus into his seat. He giggles and grabs onto her hair, pulling their faces together. Nicole kisses his little nose and pulls her hair out from his fingers.
Samantha runs inside and sees the bottle sitting on the kitchen counter. This is the homestretch now. All she has to do is grab it and take it to Nicole outside and she will have averted a possible major crisis.
“Baby, what’s that smell? Did you forget you were cooking again?” she hears Lindsay say from the bedroom. She stops dead in her tracks, her feet shoulder width apart. Instinctively, she raises her arms in surrender. Maybe Nicole will wait outside.
“Is it in there?” Nicole says from the front doorway. Samantha looks frantically back and forth between the entrance to her house and her slowly opening bedroom door. Who should she yell at first?
“Yeah, Nic, I’ll bring it out to you!” she shouts, staring wide-eyed at Lindsay as she walks into the kitchen and toward the lone bottle. Samantha faces a flat palm at the girl, mouthing the words ‘stay there’. The redhead looks at her confused, picking up the bottle in one of her hands. She steps toward Samantha as Nicole rounds the corner into the house. Do women ever do what they’re told?
Samantha takes the bottle from Lindsay’s hand just as Nicole enters the kitchen. Her jaw drops and she stares at the redhead with contempt. If it were physically possible, steam would be pouring from each one of her orifices in anger.
“What is she doing here?” Nicole stares at Lindsay but directs her question at Samantha.
Panicking, Samantha drops the bottle and surrenders her hands again. “Can we just be calm about this? Talk it out?”
Lindsay, now aware of the seriousness of the situation, steps back and crosses her arms timidly behind her back. She lowers her head shamefully.
Surprisingly, Nicole takes several deep breaths in and out and softens her expression. She nods and inaudibly apologizes for her irrational reaction.
Samantha looks back and forth between both women, her forehead wrinkled in confusion. If this were years ago, patches of hair would be flying and claws out by now. “Huh. This is different,” she says, suggesting they take a seat at the kitchen table. She turns off the stove, having already burnt dinner and sighs, feeling her stomach lurch with hunger.
Lindsay sits in a chair on one end, Nicole at the opposite and Samantha between the two, acting as referee.
Samantha explains the situation; their chance reunion, her confidence in Lindsay’s newfound maturity, and how important it is that her friends get along with her future wife.
“You two are getting married?” Nicole asks, raising an eyebrow.
Samantha and Lindsay both extend their left hands in Nicole's direction. She takes each of them in her palm and looks at the rings.
“Wow. That was fast.” She says this looking shocked but not disapproving. Samantha nods.
“I know why all of you did what you did,” Lindsay says, finally piping up. “Samantha is so lucky to have family and friends who look out for her. I was hurting her and didn’t know how to stop myself. Someone had to and I’m glad it was all of you.”
Nicole nods and lends her undivided attention to the girl.
“But losing her made me grow up and realize I’ve got more important things in life to worry about than myself. I hope you’ll let me prove that to you.”
Nicole nods again. She gets up from her seat and walks past Samantha to hug Lindsay. They stand and embrace; Samantha joins after a few moments.
They say goodbye and Nicole heads happily home with Joel and her two little ones. Lindsay and Samantha stand in the doorway, arms wrapped comfortably around each other.
It’s been a long day for them both; Lindsay with work, Samantha with babysitting. On their way to the bedroom, Samantha kicks off her capris; Lindsay doesn’t bother. They intertwine their limbs and snuggle in close for a much-needed night’s rest.
When Samantha wakes up, Lindsay is still sound asleep. Her t-shirt has ridden up to her ribcage, revealing her entire freckled stomach and a pair of lingerie-like panties. It doesn’t take long for the woman’s thoughts to stray as she undresses the girl with her eyes.
“Hey, are you awake?” she asks, pressing a soft kiss to Lindsay’s forehead. The girl stirs awake, surprisingly alert.
“Hmm…?” Lindsay responds, blinking. She catches the mischievous grin as it turns up the corners of Samantha’s mouth. How could she have forgotten the woman’s favourite morning passtime?
Samantha’s hand sneaks beneath the material of Lindsay’s jeans, teasing at the lacy waistband of the girl’s underwear. “I want to…” she begins, but trails off, ravishing the girl’s neck with hard kisses.
Lindsay lifts her hips toward the woman’s hand, fumbling as she unbuttons her own jeans. “You want to what, baby?” she groans, her voice raspy and deep. She licks her lips, hungry for Samantha’s touch.
“I just want to…” Samantha repeats, kissing across the redhead’s freckled cheek to her waiting mouth. Her lips are wet and open; she grabs the woman’s face in both hands and pulls her directly on top.
“Tell me what you want…” Lindsay’s chest and stomach heave, her breathing is laboured. She traps Samantha’s hand between both of their bodies, trying her best to shift the hand where she wants it - further down.
“I want to make you…” With her wrist, Samantha pushes down the zipper of Lindsay’s jeans, sliding her fingertips dangerously between the girl’s legs. She wiggles her long digits tantalizingly against the girl’s soft skin. Warmth radiates from Lindsay’s insides.
“Fuck,” Lindsay moans, throwing her head back into the pillow behind her. She can’t take much more of this almost-but-not-quite pleasure. “Make me what, Samantha?” Her voice is demanding but vulnerable. Samantha knows no matter what she does next, the girl will be putty in her hands.
“I really want to make you…” Samantha takes Lindsay’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulls back, watching the girl as she writhes and wiggles at her will. She slides a single, careful finger from between the girl’s legs and up. Her skin sparingly touches the moist opening.
Lindsay’s every muscle flinches; she has to force herself to stay still.
“Breakfast.” Samantha says, grinning, as she takes back her hand and climbs from the bed.
Lindsay remains laying on the bed, her mouth gaping in mid moan. Her expression changes quickly from pleasure to shock and then anger. “That’s not fucking fair at all!”
Samantha crosses her arms and ankles, leaning against the wooden siding of her bedroom doorway. Her face betrays some guilt and also suffering as she tries not to laugh, “I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure you still owe me from the other night. That's what I call unfair.”
Before giving Lindsay a chance to respond, Samantha drags her bare feet out into the kitchen. She turns on the water in the sink and puts her hand beneath it to test the temperature. As she fills a glass with the cold water, a warm body presses against her back; soft hands steal their way beneath her t-shirt.
“I thought you said you were saving yourself,” Lindsay whispers into her ear, wrapping her arms close around the woman’s waist.
Samantha shivers as the girl’s icy fingers press against her skin but she feels a burning inside. She leans herself against the counter, takes a long sip of water from her glass and presses her cheek against the girl’s open lips. “I did, didn’t I?”
Lindsay nods and presses a soft, wet kiss on the woman’s face. She repeats this, moving the kisses to behind Samantha’s ear. The woman trembles, using the counter to hold her up despite weakening knees.
Once she thinks she can stand on her own again, Samantha takes hold of Lindsay’s arms wrapped around her and disentwines them. With her fingers places between the girl’s, she slides their palms across her stomach and past her belly button. Her back arches into Lindsay’s stomach as both hands press on beneath the elastic waistband of her boy boxer underwear. She inhales deeply, a cheeky grin on her face. “I now pronounce us wife…and wife. You may fuck the bride.”