First fic on passion_perfect
Title: Kiss me...not/something about obsessions
Author: Author: Ms. S. E. ("Gargy") Hammond
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: R
Summary: Showers at the precinct (Check out my challenge and prompts list)
A/N: In the 2nd episode, Lindsay didn't go home one night and gets called on it, that look she had kind of set me to thinking.
Yes, P&P can archive!!
“Did you go home last night,” Jill observed from her sitting spot at the table in the break area.
With her back to Jill, Lindsay thought to herself 'Not at all last night, but what one hell of an early morning work out I had and all without having to leave the showers'. Lindsay had to stop pouring temporarily whilst she looked up guiltily. It's funny how the mind works, we have complete/vivid dreams that we could swear last minutes to hours at a time but in reality only last ten whole seconds, the wee hours of the morning's activities flashed through the inspector's mind so fast one may not notice the subtle look of remembrance cross her scowl.
She just finished checking all the local shops that sell army boots, like the killer wore on the Bart, at approximately eleven forty-five at night, and she was too exhausted (not to mention, how stiff and sore her ass was from all the sitting she had done earlier) to attempt to go home. She needed a good hot, steamy shower...that would allow her to stand for awhile, before hitting the hay in the bunk room sat up just for said purpose. She was naked and wet and was just enjoying the clean feeling of actually rinsing the suds off and the relaxation that accompanied the hot steamy water that pelted her entire backside, easing the knots out and soothing her body down. “Lindsay, I heard you were in here...” she heard a woman's voice in the distances, sounding winded as it made it's fast beat towards the showers. She opened her eyes to see a 'deer caught in the headlights' expression all over Cindy's face as she went dumbfoundedly silent.
Lindsay should've been annoyed, should've said something to reprimand the bright eyed reporter, should've said something snide about how she could see about getting them surgerically joined at the hip since they practically were. But Lindsay said nothing, instead her feet carried her over to Cindy, who for her better part of valor decided to shut her mouth and try to concentrate on looking the inspector in the eyes whilst being as professional as possible. Cindy went to open her mouth to say something about the files in her arms, when she found herself in soaking wet clothes having dropped the files just outside the shower room, and her mouth being devoured completely under a pounding spray of hot steamy water.
Clothes were shed and an entire night of exploring the bodies in front of them until passing out on the floor next to the locker where Lindsay stored her clothes, until awareness crept in, morning light peeked into the room from the frosted windows all around the room. Both gathered contents that was forgotten on the floor, Cindy made a beeline out of the room-building-straight to her car-and home to change. While Lindsay quickly threw on all the clothes she had on before, except her underwear.
Concentrating on her conversation with Jill was hard enough, but than she had to meet Heather when she went to tell Tom about a lead on the gun. Coming back down the stairs to snatch some clean underwear from her desk drawer, because her clothes were chapping her in areas that were entirely too uncomfortable right now and would have her being checked-out in the ER by Jill's stud doctor and having to explain it all to him, the possibility of it getting back to Jill too uncomfortable for her personal taste. Still remembering the way Jill and Claire “inspected” poor Teresa Wu's dead body did nothing to make her look forward to the possible inquestion she'd surely face from both Claire and Jill...plus, if Cindy appeared at the wrong time...the girl would spill it all...she'd (Lindsay) would never live it down.
As she changed she noticed a delightful little scent all over her, sure she smelt like she did not shower last night, but the other scent on her was very discreet and for that she was thankful. Cindy was her permanent reminder of the day. The girl really was good at what she did and Lindsay wouldn't be able to get rid of her all day long, for that put a smile on the inspector's face.
The End
Author: Author: Ms. S. E. ("Gargy") Hammond
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: R
Summary: Showers at the precinct (Check out my challenge and prompts list)
A/N: In the 2nd episode, Lindsay didn't go home one night and gets called on it, that look she had kind of set me to thinking.
Yes, P&P can archive!!
“Did you go home last night,” Jill observed from her sitting spot at the table in the break area.
With her back to Jill, Lindsay thought to herself 'Not at all last night, but what one hell of an early morning work out I had and all without having to leave the showers'. Lindsay had to stop pouring temporarily whilst she looked up guiltily. It's funny how the mind works, we have complete/vivid dreams that we could swear last minutes to hours at a time but in reality only last ten whole seconds, the wee hours of the morning's activities flashed through the inspector's mind so fast one may not notice the subtle look of remembrance cross her scowl.
She just finished checking all the local shops that sell army boots, like the killer wore on the Bart, at approximately eleven forty-five at night, and she was too exhausted (not to mention, how stiff and sore her ass was from all the sitting she had done earlier) to attempt to go home. She needed a good hot, steamy shower...that would allow her to stand for awhile, before hitting the hay in the bunk room sat up just for said purpose. She was naked and wet and was just enjoying the clean feeling of actually rinsing the suds off and the relaxation that accompanied the hot steamy water that pelted her entire backside, easing the knots out and soothing her body down. “Lindsay, I heard you were in here...” she heard a woman's voice in the distances, sounding winded as it made it's fast beat towards the showers. She opened her eyes to see a 'deer caught in the headlights' expression all over Cindy's face as she went dumbfoundedly silent.
Lindsay should've been annoyed, should've said something to reprimand the bright eyed reporter, should've said something snide about how she could see about getting them surgerically joined at the hip since they practically were. But Lindsay said nothing, instead her feet carried her over to Cindy, who for her better part of valor decided to shut her mouth and try to concentrate on looking the inspector in the eyes whilst being as professional as possible. Cindy went to open her mouth to say something about the files in her arms, when she found herself in soaking wet clothes having dropped the files just outside the shower room, and her mouth being devoured completely under a pounding spray of hot steamy water.
Clothes were shed and an entire night of exploring the bodies in front of them until passing out on the floor next to the locker where Lindsay stored her clothes, until awareness crept in, morning light peeked into the room from the frosted windows all around the room. Both gathered contents that was forgotten on the floor, Cindy made a beeline out of the room-building-straight to her car-and home to change. While Lindsay quickly threw on all the clothes she had on before, except her underwear.
Concentrating on her conversation with Jill was hard enough, but than she had to meet Heather when she went to tell Tom about a lead on the gun. Coming back down the stairs to snatch some clean underwear from her desk drawer, because her clothes were chapping her in areas that were entirely too uncomfortable right now and would have her being checked-out in the ER by Jill's stud doctor and having to explain it all to him, the possibility of it getting back to Jill too uncomfortable for her personal taste. Still remembering the way Jill and Claire “inspected” poor Teresa Wu's dead body did nothing to make her look forward to the possible inquestion she'd surely face from both Claire and Jill...plus, if Cindy appeared at the wrong time...the girl would spill it all...she'd (Lindsay) would never live it down.
As she changed she noticed a delightful little scent all over her, sure she smelt like she did not shower last night, but the other scent on her was very discreet and for that she was thankful. Cindy was her permanent reminder of the day. The girl really was good at what she did and Lindsay wouldn't be able to get rid of her all day long, for that put a smile on the inspector's face.
The End