Edge of Seventeen (Part 5)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 5)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1127 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
The house is full to capacity with guests of all kinds. Many of them are women - girls, rather - and Samantha feels out of place. Colourful balloons and banners hang from the ceiling and an extravagant table of presents is at the room’s centre. She’s not sure what she’s just gotten herself into but with Lindsay’s hand gently pulling her own as they squeeze through the crowd, nothing else seems to matter.
All the adults are hiding out in the kitchen, cases of beer and fruity coolers piled high by the fridge. Samantha glances around, wondering which one is Lindsay’s mom and if she’ll get the chance to meet the woman.
Lindsay opens the fridge and passes Samantha a tall bottle of Corona, a bottle opener and a slice of lime. She grabs the same fixings for herself and shuts the fridge door.
Samantha cracks open her own bottle, watching as Lindsay lays her palm flat. She looks at her questioningly.
“It’s my birthday and I’ll have a beer if I want to.” She smiles and takes the opener from Samantha’s hand, her fingertips lingering.
Lindsay talks to the women in the kitchen for a while, Samantha simply standing by and listening. She watches the women - each one of them bleached blonde and very tanned. It’s anyone’s guess as to which one could be Lindsay’s mom so she gives up.
Lindsay gently places a few fingers on Samantha’s waist and leans in close. “Can we talk somewhere?” she asks quietly, sensing a nod from the other girl.
Samantha follows closely behind as they walk down a long hallway in the house. People are in almost every room of the house, many of them so preoccupied in their own business that they don’t even notice Lindsay.
They stop at a door near the end of the hallway. Lindsay pulls a key from her pocket and unlocks it. “My room. No one comes in here.” She smiles and steps back to let Samantha in.
The room looks just like a teenage girl’s would. Very pink, posters cover nearly every inch of the wall; a desk with a cluttered vanity and dirty clothes hanging out of a basket. She has to smile. Her room is not much different - only a little less pink.
“So you wanted to talk?” Samantha says, nervous, as Lindsay closes the door behind them.
“Sit.” Lindsay motions to her bed, neatly made.
They sit a foot apart on the comfortable bedspread, both crossing their hands identically on their laps.
“Why did you come back last night?” Lindsay asks, not turning to face the girl.
“I did want to see- I do want to see you again. Today, and any other time.” Samantha taps her foot anxiously until Lindsay presses a hand against her thigh to stop it. Immediately she looks up and over. The redhead stares at her, blushing, her freckles more pronounced than ever before.
“Do you like girls?” Lindsay asks, smiling.
Samantha smiles back, shrugging and crossing her legs on the bed. “I like you.”
More blushing. More freckles. Lindsay giggles. “I like you too.”
Both of their eyes wander, looking everywhere but at each other. They know what will happen next but neither one want to be the first to make a move.
Lindsay joins Samantha in sitting cross-legged on the bed, shimmying forward to close the space between them. Samantha stares down at Lindsay’s hands in her lap. Lindsay stares down at the tattered sneakers on Samantha’s feet.
“So should I kiss you now?” Lindsay asks, head down but eyes up, watching the woman’s reaction.
“If you want to.” Samantha tries not to grin - tries not to scream ‘yes! Of course you should!’
Leaning ever closer, their eyes finally meet. Both realize this is the closest they’ve ever been. Neither of them moves, captivated by each other’s eyes - and more importantly, what’s going on inside them.
“Of course I want to,” Lindsay finally says in a raspy half-whisper. If there were ever an offer Samantha couldn’t refuse, this would be the one.
Samantha’s fingers shake and she can hear her heart beating inside her head. It feels like her first kiss all over again - only much better. This time it’s not that boy at summer camp, and she’s not doing it because she was dared.
Lindsay feels the same, only this is the most nervous she’s been about a kiss that wasn’t in front of a video camera and 30 crewmembers.
Their lips barely have a chance to touch when the door comes flying open. Samantha jumps back immediately, catching her foot in the blankets and tumbling onto the floor. She closes her eyes when her head collides with hardwood. When she opens them, a blonde woman whom Lindsay is almost the spitting image of is staring down at her.
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay dear?” the woman asks concernedly, extending her hand to help Samantha up. Once again on her feet, Samantha rubs the back of her head; only a little bump. She looks at Lindsay, the girl giggling with a hand over her mouth.
“Fine. I’m just a little jumpy. I should go.” She keeps her head down and starts to leave the room.
“No, Samantha! Stay. Please,” Lindsay says. She looks back at the girl, her expression innocent and pleading. She knows she’s doomed. From this day forward, it will be hard to say no to that face.
Lindsay’s mom explains that she wanted to tell them the pizza she ordered had arrived. She apologizes for interrupting their girl talk, and that she saw them whispering when she entered the room.
Whispering. Yes. Into each other’s mouths.
Lindsay is eternally grateful for her mother’s naïveté.
“Okay, we’ll be right out,” Lindsay says, pushing her mom out the door.
This time Lindsay doesn’t shut the door entirely. She backs Samantha into a corner by the door simply by walking toward her, a look on her face that says determination.
“I think we should try that again,” she says, her voice sultry as she bites at her bottom lip. Samantha can’t make eye contact and instead just watches those lips as they come ever closer to her own.
“Mhmm…” she responds, her voice muffled by a forceful kiss. The back of her is pressed firmly against the door, Lindsay’s hands flat behind her head.
The kiss doesn’t last very long. It isn’t overly passionate either. But both girls come away from it stunned and out of breath. They both look away from each other and then back again, smiling shyly like a pair of Cheshire cats.
“That was good,” Samantha says grinning, leaning back harder on the door until it is closed behind her. “But, I think third time’s the charm.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1127 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
The house is full to capacity with guests of all kinds. Many of them are women - girls, rather - and Samantha feels out of place. Colourful balloons and banners hang from the ceiling and an extravagant table of presents is at the room’s centre. She’s not sure what she’s just gotten herself into but with Lindsay’s hand gently pulling her own as they squeeze through the crowd, nothing else seems to matter.
All the adults are hiding out in the kitchen, cases of beer and fruity coolers piled high by the fridge. Samantha glances around, wondering which one is Lindsay’s mom and if she’ll get the chance to meet the woman.
Lindsay opens the fridge and passes Samantha a tall bottle of Corona, a bottle opener and a slice of lime. She grabs the same fixings for herself and shuts the fridge door.
Samantha cracks open her own bottle, watching as Lindsay lays her palm flat. She looks at her questioningly.
“It’s my birthday and I’ll have a beer if I want to.” She smiles and takes the opener from Samantha’s hand, her fingertips lingering.
Lindsay talks to the women in the kitchen for a while, Samantha simply standing by and listening. She watches the women - each one of them bleached blonde and very tanned. It’s anyone’s guess as to which one could be Lindsay’s mom so she gives up.
Lindsay gently places a few fingers on Samantha’s waist and leans in close. “Can we talk somewhere?” she asks quietly, sensing a nod from the other girl.
Samantha follows closely behind as they walk down a long hallway in the house. People are in almost every room of the house, many of them so preoccupied in their own business that they don’t even notice Lindsay.
They stop at a door near the end of the hallway. Lindsay pulls a key from her pocket and unlocks it. “My room. No one comes in here.” She smiles and steps back to let Samantha in.
The room looks just like a teenage girl’s would. Very pink, posters cover nearly every inch of the wall; a desk with a cluttered vanity and dirty clothes hanging out of a basket. She has to smile. Her room is not much different - only a little less pink.
“So you wanted to talk?” Samantha says, nervous, as Lindsay closes the door behind them.
“Sit.” Lindsay motions to her bed, neatly made.
They sit a foot apart on the comfortable bedspread, both crossing their hands identically on their laps.
“Why did you come back last night?” Lindsay asks, not turning to face the girl.
“I did want to see- I do want to see you again. Today, and any other time.” Samantha taps her foot anxiously until Lindsay presses a hand against her thigh to stop it. Immediately she looks up and over. The redhead stares at her, blushing, her freckles more pronounced than ever before.
“Do you like girls?” Lindsay asks, smiling.
Samantha smiles back, shrugging and crossing her legs on the bed. “I like you.”
More blushing. More freckles. Lindsay giggles. “I like you too.”
Both of their eyes wander, looking everywhere but at each other. They know what will happen next but neither one want to be the first to make a move.
Lindsay joins Samantha in sitting cross-legged on the bed, shimmying forward to close the space between them. Samantha stares down at Lindsay’s hands in her lap. Lindsay stares down at the tattered sneakers on Samantha’s feet.
“So should I kiss you now?” Lindsay asks, head down but eyes up, watching the woman’s reaction.
“If you want to.” Samantha tries not to grin - tries not to scream ‘yes! Of course you should!’
Leaning ever closer, their eyes finally meet. Both realize this is the closest they’ve ever been. Neither of them moves, captivated by each other’s eyes - and more importantly, what’s going on inside them.
“Of course I want to,” Lindsay finally says in a raspy half-whisper. If there were ever an offer Samantha couldn’t refuse, this would be the one.
Samantha’s fingers shake and she can hear her heart beating inside her head. It feels like her first kiss all over again - only much better. This time it’s not that boy at summer camp, and she’s not doing it because she was dared.
Lindsay feels the same, only this is the most nervous she’s been about a kiss that wasn’t in front of a video camera and 30 crewmembers.
Their lips barely have a chance to touch when the door comes flying open. Samantha jumps back immediately, catching her foot in the blankets and tumbling onto the floor. She closes her eyes when her head collides with hardwood. When she opens them, a blonde woman whom Lindsay is almost the spitting image of is staring down at her.
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay dear?” the woman asks concernedly, extending her hand to help Samantha up. Once again on her feet, Samantha rubs the back of her head; only a little bump. She looks at Lindsay, the girl giggling with a hand over her mouth.
“Fine. I’m just a little jumpy. I should go.” She keeps her head down and starts to leave the room.
“No, Samantha! Stay. Please,” Lindsay says. She looks back at the girl, her expression innocent and pleading. She knows she’s doomed. From this day forward, it will be hard to say no to that face.
Lindsay’s mom explains that she wanted to tell them the pizza she ordered had arrived. She apologizes for interrupting their girl talk, and that she saw them whispering when she entered the room.
Whispering. Yes. Into each other’s mouths.
Lindsay is eternally grateful for her mother’s naïveté.
“Okay, we’ll be right out,” Lindsay says, pushing her mom out the door.
This time Lindsay doesn’t shut the door entirely. She backs Samantha into a corner by the door simply by walking toward her, a look on her face that says determination.
“I think we should try that again,” she says, her voice sultry as she bites at her bottom lip. Samantha can’t make eye contact and instead just watches those lips as they come ever closer to her own.
“Mhmm…” she responds, her voice muffled by a forceful kiss. The back of her is pressed firmly against the door, Lindsay’s hands flat behind her head.
The kiss doesn’t last very long. It isn’t overly passionate either. But both girls come away from it stunned and out of breath. They both look away from each other and then back again, smiling shyly like a pair of Cheshire cats.
“That was good,” Samantha says grinning, leaning back harder on the door until it is closed behind her. “But, I think third time’s the charm.”