All I Want is You - Part 5
Title: All I Want is You - Part 5
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 794 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - mentions of sexy time. I like foreplay ;) so sue me.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha searches for a long jacket to cover up most of her outfit and wraps it around herself. Lindsay helps her gather her clothes and walks her to the trailer.
As Lindsay heads back towards the set, she glances over her shoulder and bites down hard on her lip. She takes a deep breath and turns around. Must focus, she tells herself, though she knows the next 30 minutes could prove to be the longest of her life.
Meanwhile, Samantha stumbles inside, tripping with each step. She closes the door securely behind herself and removes the heavy jacket. She considers also taking off the shoes but if she is going to feel the part, she has to look the part. Lindsay taught her that.
She feels nervous. She’s never done anything like this before - role-play, is it? But it’s exhilarating and completely brand new - a great way to make a fresh start.
Her legs are tired from walking and she’s not sure how much longer she can stand in these shoes. She sits down on a chair and crosses one leg over the other. Her foot taps impatiently against the table beside her as she watches time tick by on the clock.
Lindsay arrives on set, giggling to herself with a big smile on her face.
“Didn’t I tell you to change? You went all the way to wardrobe and forgot to change,” the director says with a laugh. He is used to Lindsay being a little distracted sometimes, and therefore does not get mad.
Lindsay shrugs, blushing. She considers telling him why she forgot to change her outfit but decides that may be too much information. “Sorry, I’ll run back and make it quick.”
The director shakes his head and takes off his hat. “It’s fine. Everyone is tired anyway. Go eat but be back here at 7:45, sharp!”
Lindsay squeals with excitement and quickly regains her composure as she begins sprinting back to her trailer. In the distance, she hears someone make a comment about how strange it is that she’s so excited for dinner. If only they knew, she thinks and laughs to herself.
She opens the trailer door surprised that Samantha didn’t lock it behind her. Inside she finds the woman seated comfortably on the bed, her legs bent and crossed and her hands resting on her knees.
Lindsay grins and shuts the door behind her, locking it this time for good measure.
Samantha fidgets with her hands, placing them on the bed beside her and then crossing them. “Hey, you weren’t gone long,” she says, her voice cracking nervously.
Lindsay shakes her head and drops her robe. Beneath it, she was wearing a cropped plaid blouse and a tiny pair of jean shorts, looking like she just walked out of an episode of Dukes of Hazard.
“No, I was supposed to change into my next outfit but apparently I was distracted.”
Samantha blushes and shimmies to the bed’s edge and gets up. Lindsay is now wearing her own pair of heels and stands just taller than the woman.
Samantha walks slowly toward the girl, who is leaning against a wood-paneled wall. “Sorry. I guess I should have waited until you were off work to stop by.”
Lindsay grabs at the material of Samantha’s jumper but it’s so tight there is nothing to hold onto. “This is a welcome distraction.”
Samantha loops one finger from each hand through the tattered belt loops on Lindsay’s denim shorts and wills the girl closer to her. She looks down at the plaid blouse, buttoned just low enough to allow a clear view from above. A grin spreads across her face; she could get used to this game of dress-up and wants to take the entire wardrobe room home with her.
Lindsay leans her nose against Samantha’s cheek and goes to kiss her but the woman beats her to it. She moves her hand from Samantha’s waist down her bare hip and along the mesh material of her leggings. With her hand firmly behind the woman’s knee, she bends her leg and lifts it, forcing their hips closer together.
While they kiss, Samantha moves her hands up Lindsay’s torso, unbuttoning her shirt from bottom to top. It falls open and slides easily past her shoulders before dropping to the floor.
Lindsay slides her hand slowly back up Samantha’s raised leg and unclasps one legging. Samantha unclasps the other and leaves them to fall on their own.
The girl holds firmly to Samantha’s leg, tracing circles with her thumb. She helps one of the leggings down and strokes the woman’s ankle, taking hold of a strappy shoe. Her mouth finds its way to Samantha’s earlobe. She bites it gently. “Is this slow enough for you?”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 794 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R - mentions of sexy time. I like foreplay ;) so sue me.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha searches for a long jacket to cover up most of her outfit and wraps it around herself. Lindsay helps her gather her clothes and walks her to the trailer.
As Lindsay heads back towards the set, she glances over her shoulder and bites down hard on her lip. She takes a deep breath and turns around. Must focus, she tells herself, though she knows the next 30 minutes could prove to be the longest of her life.
Meanwhile, Samantha stumbles inside, tripping with each step. She closes the door securely behind herself and removes the heavy jacket. She considers also taking off the shoes but if she is going to feel the part, she has to look the part. Lindsay taught her that.
She feels nervous. She’s never done anything like this before - role-play, is it? But it’s exhilarating and completely brand new - a great way to make a fresh start.
Her legs are tired from walking and she’s not sure how much longer she can stand in these shoes. She sits down on a chair and crosses one leg over the other. Her foot taps impatiently against the table beside her as she watches time tick by on the clock.
Lindsay arrives on set, giggling to herself with a big smile on her face.
“Didn’t I tell you to change? You went all the way to wardrobe and forgot to change,” the director says with a laugh. He is used to Lindsay being a little distracted sometimes, and therefore does not get mad.
Lindsay shrugs, blushing. She considers telling him why she forgot to change her outfit but decides that may be too much information. “Sorry, I’ll run back and make it quick.”
The director shakes his head and takes off his hat. “It’s fine. Everyone is tired anyway. Go eat but be back here at 7:45, sharp!”
Lindsay squeals with excitement and quickly regains her composure as she begins sprinting back to her trailer. In the distance, she hears someone make a comment about how strange it is that she’s so excited for dinner. If only they knew, she thinks and laughs to herself.
She opens the trailer door surprised that Samantha didn’t lock it behind her. Inside she finds the woman seated comfortably on the bed, her legs bent and crossed and her hands resting on her knees.
Lindsay grins and shuts the door behind her, locking it this time for good measure.
Samantha fidgets with her hands, placing them on the bed beside her and then crossing them. “Hey, you weren’t gone long,” she says, her voice cracking nervously.
Lindsay shakes her head and drops her robe. Beneath it, she was wearing a cropped plaid blouse and a tiny pair of jean shorts, looking like she just walked out of an episode of Dukes of Hazard.
“No, I was supposed to change into my next outfit but apparently I was distracted.”
Samantha blushes and shimmies to the bed’s edge and gets up. Lindsay is now wearing her own pair of heels and stands just taller than the woman.
Samantha walks slowly toward the girl, who is leaning against a wood-paneled wall. “Sorry. I guess I should have waited until you were off work to stop by.”
Lindsay grabs at the material of Samantha’s jumper but it’s so tight there is nothing to hold onto. “This is a welcome distraction.”
Samantha loops one finger from each hand through the tattered belt loops on Lindsay’s denim shorts and wills the girl closer to her. She looks down at the plaid blouse, buttoned just low enough to allow a clear view from above. A grin spreads across her face; she could get used to this game of dress-up and wants to take the entire wardrobe room home with her.
Lindsay leans her nose against Samantha’s cheek and goes to kiss her but the woman beats her to it. She moves her hand from Samantha’s waist down her bare hip and along the mesh material of her leggings. With her hand firmly behind the woman’s knee, she bends her leg and lifts it, forcing their hips closer together.
While they kiss, Samantha moves her hands up Lindsay’s torso, unbuttoning her shirt from bottom to top. It falls open and slides easily past her shoulders before dropping to the floor.
Lindsay slides her hand slowly back up Samantha’s raised leg and unclasps one legging. Samantha unclasps the other and leaves them to fall on their own.
The girl holds firmly to Samantha’s leg, tracing circles with her thumb. She helps one of the leggings down and strokes the woman’s ankle, taking hold of a strappy shoe. Her mouth finds its way to Samantha’s earlobe. She bites it gently. “Is this slow enough for you?”