All I Want is You - Part 4
Title: All I Want is You - Part 4
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 939 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 sneaks inside, checking behind herself on both sides to make sure she’s not being watched. Once inside, she stops, shocked at an entire room full of brightly coloured outfits in every size and style.
She runs her hands along the plastic hangers. As a child, she loved Halloween for the candy but never got to choose her own costumes. As a twin, her parents always dressed her and her sister in something that matched.
The first thing that really catches her eye is a large pair of wide legged “MC Hammer” pants. She grins and removes them from their hanger. Easily, she slides them on over her own jeans. Nearby, she spies a matching baggy t-shirt and a large necklace with a clock pendant.
Feeling very much like Flava Flav, she recites a few lines of a rap song while strutting around. She removes the get-up and hangs it back up, in search of a new identity.
Her next costume venture comes in the form of something a little more formal. Confident that no one is going to find her in this muddle of clothing racks, she wiggles out of her jeans and slides on a pair of black suit pants. She buttons up a white shirt and slides her thin arms inside of a suit jacket - short with long coat tails.
She giggles when she catches a glimpse of herself in an adjacent mirror. She feels impossibly silly, but goes in search of something resembling a conductor’s staff.
A door opens and she panics, ducking beneath one of the clothing racks. She hears footsteps approaching but the body attached stops a few feet away, grabs an item from the rack and exits, locking the door behind them.
She breathes a sigh of relief and strips down into her undergarments again, trying to carefully and quickly put the conductor’s outfit back in its place.
As she pulls on one jean pant leg, she catches a glimpse of black and straps. She’s nearly been caught once but the outfit tempts her to try it on.
She cautiously pulls the hanger from its place on the rack and holds it out before herself. Shrugging, she expects it will look ridiculous on her but secretly she has always wanted to wear something like this - and since her adrenaline is still rushing from earlier, she convinces herself to take the risk.
She kicks her jeans slightly to the side and slides on a form fitting jumpsuit. The neckline is much lower than anything she would wear on a daily basis but she admires how feminine it makes her look.
A set of metal clasps hang from the jumpsuit bottom which ends high on her thighs. Again, she admires how different she feels, and admires her own muscular legs. Those occasional trips to the gym as of late have been good to her.
She attaches the clasps to a pair of mesh leggings that she tugs up to her thighs. These make her think of Lindsay - who she knows would be crying with laughter to see her now.
She slides her feet into a pair of strappy stilettos and stumbles as she tries to walk. The last time she wore shoes like this, she thinks, was at her prom. Even then, she changed into sneakers at her first opportunity. But, if she is going to look silly, she might as well take it all the way.
To finish the costume, Samantha sets a black derby atop her head. She smiles; this accessory is more her style.
Nervously, she fidgets with the material, trying to flatten out any wrinkles or adjust pieces that look out of place. Finally, she takes a deep breath and steps to the side, past the clothing rack to take a look in the mirror.
At first, she doesn’t recognize the girl staring back at her. She can see each and every one of her feminine curves. A tiny bit of cleavage peaks out from the plummeting neckline of the jumper. She tips her derby forward and grins - she feels genuinely sexy, inside and out, for the first time in several years.
“Samantha?” a shocked voice says from behind her.
Over her shoulder, she sees Lindsay’s smiling face and her cheeks are suddenly on fire. She bends down to grab her t-shirt, trying to cover up but trips on her jeans and lands on her knees.
Lindsay rushes over and helps her up. Samantha stands at full height, finding it strange to be taller than the girl.
Lindsay giggles and grabs Samantha’s waist to steady her, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. “How very…un-you of you.”
Samantha is still blushing. She places both hands over her embarrassed face and nearly knocks off her derby.
Lindsay reaches up and adjusts the hat, slanted slightly to the right. “What are you doing in here?”
Samantha clears her throat and crosses her arms across her chest. “Killing time.”
Lindsay laughs and pulls at the elastic strap holding up the woman’s leggings. It snaps lightly against her skin and she flinches. “And how did you get in here?”
Samantha shrugs shyly. “Door was open. I’m probably in a lot of trouble, eh? And why aren’t you still on set?”
Lindsay flashes her watch in Samantha’s direction. It’s nearly 6:30 - she can’t believe how much time has passed. Time flies when you’re having fun, she thinks. Samantha laughs nervously.
Lindsay grins mischievously and rubs her hands against the bare skin of Samantha’s upper thighs. “Take that with you back to my trailer, stay there ‘til 7 and I promise I won’t tell on you.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 939 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 sneaks inside, checking behind herself on both sides to make sure she’s not being watched. Once inside, she stops, shocked at an entire room full of brightly coloured outfits in every size and style.
She runs her hands along the plastic hangers. As a child, she loved Halloween for the candy but never got to choose her own costumes. As a twin, her parents always dressed her and her sister in something that matched.
The first thing that really catches her eye is a large pair of wide legged “MC Hammer” pants. She grins and removes them from their hanger. Easily, she slides them on over her own jeans. Nearby, she spies a matching baggy t-shirt and a large necklace with a clock pendant.
Feeling very much like Flava Flav, she recites a few lines of a rap song while strutting around. She removes the get-up and hangs it back up, in search of a new identity.
Her next costume venture comes in the form of something a little more formal. Confident that no one is going to find her in this muddle of clothing racks, she wiggles out of her jeans and slides on a pair of black suit pants. She buttons up a white shirt and slides her thin arms inside of a suit jacket - short with long coat tails.
She giggles when she catches a glimpse of herself in an adjacent mirror. She feels impossibly silly, but goes in search of something resembling a conductor’s staff.
A door opens and she panics, ducking beneath one of the clothing racks. She hears footsteps approaching but the body attached stops a few feet away, grabs an item from the rack and exits, locking the door behind them.
She breathes a sigh of relief and strips down into her undergarments again, trying to carefully and quickly put the conductor’s outfit back in its place.
As she pulls on one jean pant leg, she catches a glimpse of black and straps. She’s nearly been caught once but the outfit tempts her to try it on.
She cautiously pulls the hanger from its place on the rack and holds it out before herself. Shrugging, she expects it will look ridiculous on her but secretly she has always wanted to wear something like this - and since her adrenaline is still rushing from earlier, she convinces herself to take the risk.
She kicks her jeans slightly to the side and slides on a form fitting jumpsuit. The neckline is much lower than anything she would wear on a daily basis but she admires how feminine it makes her look.
A set of metal clasps hang from the jumpsuit bottom which ends high on her thighs. Again, she admires how different she feels, and admires her own muscular legs. Those occasional trips to the gym as of late have been good to her.
She attaches the clasps to a pair of mesh leggings that she tugs up to her thighs. These make her think of Lindsay - who she knows would be crying with laughter to see her now.
She slides her feet into a pair of strappy stilettos and stumbles as she tries to walk. The last time she wore shoes like this, she thinks, was at her prom. Even then, she changed into sneakers at her first opportunity. But, if she is going to look silly, she might as well take it all the way.
To finish the costume, Samantha sets a black derby atop her head. She smiles; this accessory is more her style.
Nervously, she fidgets with the material, trying to flatten out any wrinkles or adjust pieces that look out of place. Finally, she takes a deep breath and steps to the side, past the clothing rack to take a look in the mirror.
At first, she doesn’t recognize the girl staring back at her. She can see each and every one of her feminine curves. A tiny bit of cleavage peaks out from the plummeting neckline of the jumper. She tips her derby forward and grins - she feels genuinely sexy, inside and out, for the first time in several years.
“Samantha?” a shocked voice says from behind her.
Over her shoulder, she sees Lindsay’s smiling face and her cheeks are suddenly on fire. She bends down to grab her t-shirt, trying to cover up but trips on her jeans and lands on her knees.
Lindsay rushes over and helps her up. Samantha stands at full height, finding it strange to be taller than the girl.
Lindsay giggles and grabs Samantha’s waist to steady her, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. “How very…un-you of you.”
Samantha is still blushing. She places both hands over her embarrassed face and nearly knocks off her derby.
Lindsay reaches up and adjusts the hat, slanted slightly to the right. “What are you doing in here?”
Samantha clears her throat and crosses her arms across her chest. “Killing time.”
Lindsay laughs and pulls at the elastic strap holding up the woman’s leggings. It snaps lightly against her skin and she flinches. “And how did you get in here?”
Samantha shrugs shyly. “Door was open. I’m probably in a lot of trouble, eh? And why aren’t you still on set?”
Lindsay flashes her watch in Samantha’s direction. It’s nearly 6:30 - she can’t believe how much time has passed. Time flies when you’re having fun, she thinks. Samantha laughs nervously.
Lindsay grins mischievously and rubs her hands against the bare skin of Samantha’s upper thighs. “Take that with you back to my trailer, stay there ‘til 7 and I promise I won’t tell on you.”