All I Want is You - Part 7
Title: All I Want is You - Part 7
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 924 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha does up the button on her jeans and looks expectantly at Lindsay. “You gonna get dressed or go out like that?”
The girl shrugs, picking up her denim shorts, mic still attached. The zipper is ripped badly enough that she knows there’s no point in putting them on. Instead she grabs a pair of loose jeans from a hanger and quickly throws on a t-shirt.
Lindsay takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the pending confrontation that awaits her outside the door.
Samantha picks up the mess of clothing on the floor and tosses in onto the bed before unlocking the trailer door. She smiles as she steps out into the evening air.
A crowd of several people stand before them, staring. Quickly, they all disperse, trying to look like they have some purpose - aside from being nosy.
Lindsay rolls her eyes, watching them all pretend they haven’t been standing here this entire time. They’re all actors, the girl thinks, they could at least try to be more convincing.
“Hey, I’m Samantha,” the woman says, shaking hands with several of Lindsay’s crewmembers. They introduce themselves politely but don’t make eye contact.
“Is break over already?” Lindsay asks one of her male co-workers who is chuckling to himself.
His lips curl into a grin that tells Lindsay it was a mistake to direct her question at him.
“No,” he says. “We were just going to ask if you wanted to go for drinks with us, but I think you’ve already had your thirst quenched.” He tries to stifle a laugh as he looks toward Samantha, a contented smile on her face. He is unsuccessful in stifling and several others follow, surrendering to their amusement.
“Drink, huh? I don’t know about that, but I could really use a cigarette right now,” Lindsay says, her voice breathy and seductive. She decides to play into their fantasy. After all, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
She reaches a hand into each of Samantha’s front jean pockets and comes out with a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter. She taps two cigarettes out, pushing one between Samantha’s lips and one between her own,
“So how much longer until we resume shooting?” she asks her director. The man blushes, wiping beads of nervous sweat from his forehead.
“Well, none of us have eaten. Um, let’s just wrap for the night. We’ll come back, uh, focused, not distracted, and refreshed in the morning.”
This is uncharacteristic for him, Lindsay thinks, having spent many nights shooting until past midnight. But she doesn’t question it. The sooner she can escape from this awkward silence and the curious eyes of her co-workers the better.
Samantha nods, lighting the cigarette in her mouth. She takes a deep and satisfied drag of it and moans as she breathes out a cloud of smoke. “Guess we can eat out now, babe,” she says to Lindsay.
The male actor who thinks he’s witty lets out a goofy laugh at the comment, but stops when he sees no one else finds the situation funny anymore - especially not Lindsay.
Lindsay grabs her purse from the trailer and locks the door behind her. She walks toward the assistant director, a woman with a disgusted look on her face. Dropped the wired mic box into the woman’s hand, she smiles.
“Too bad these things don’t record and save huh? I’m sure you’d love a copy of your own.”
As Lindsay walks way, several of the actors clap and cheer for her.
She walks with Samantha to the parking lot. The woman slides her arm across Lindsay’s shoulders and tries to pull her close but she stubbornly resists. “What’s wrong?”
“Seriously?” Lindsay asks, a look of disbelief on her face. “That was the fucking most embarrassing moment of my life.”
Samantha laughs a little and takes the girl’s hand in her own - this she doesn’t resist. “Give it a few days and you’ll think it’s funny too.”
Lindsay shakes her head, insisting she is eternally mortified.
“Worth it though?”
Lindsay gives it a moment’s thought and blushes bright red.
“What was the best part?” Samantha, still holding tightly to the girl’s hand, walks in front, facing her.
Lindsay thinks back and bites down on her bottom lip. “Definitely that get-up. What was that about anyway?”
“What do you mean? I just wanted to try it on.” Samantha shrugs, walking close beside the girl now.
“You? Wanted to try on stilettos and fishnet leggings?”
Samantha nods as if this should be common knowledge.
“Is there something I should know about you that I don’t?”
They arrive at Samantha’s car and she releases Lindsay’s hand from her grip. She sighs. “I’m just sick of being stereotyped. You know what that’s like.”
“Stereotyped how?” Lindsay asks, pulling the lighter from the woman’s pocket again. She lights her cigarette for the first time as Samantha stomps hers out.
“Everybody thinks I’m such a tomboy and I got sick of trying to prove them wrong.”
Lindsay leans against the woman, wrapping her arms loosely around her waist. “When did you get back in touch with your feminine side?” She giggles.
Samantha doesn’t hug back. “Shut up. I’m serious.”
Lindsay backs up and smiles, planting a soft kiss on the woman’s mouth. “Good. First stop - my closet.”
“You’re kidding right?” Samantha says. She’s not sure she’s prepared to be that feminine so soon.
Lindsay shakes her head and grins. “It will be our own little game of dress-up. Evidently it’s a game you like to play.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 924 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha does up the button on her jeans and looks expectantly at Lindsay. “You gonna get dressed or go out like that?”
The girl shrugs, picking up her denim shorts, mic still attached. The zipper is ripped badly enough that she knows there’s no point in putting them on. Instead she grabs a pair of loose jeans from a hanger and quickly throws on a t-shirt.
Lindsay takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the pending confrontation that awaits her outside the door.
Samantha picks up the mess of clothing on the floor and tosses in onto the bed before unlocking the trailer door. She smiles as she steps out into the evening air.
A crowd of several people stand before them, staring. Quickly, they all disperse, trying to look like they have some purpose - aside from being nosy.
Lindsay rolls her eyes, watching them all pretend they haven’t been standing here this entire time. They’re all actors, the girl thinks, they could at least try to be more convincing.
“Hey, I’m Samantha,” the woman says, shaking hands with several of Lindsay’s crewmembers. They introduce themselves politely but don’t make eye contact.
“Is break over already?” Lindsay asks one of her male co-workers who is chuckling to himself.
His lips curl into a grin that tells Lindsay it was a mistake to direct her question at him.
“No,” he says. “We were just going to ask if you wanted to go for drinks with us, but I think you’ve already had your thirst quenched.” He tries to stifle a laugh as he looks toward Samantha, a contented smile on her face. He is unsuccessful in stifling and several others follow, surrendering to their amusement.
“Drink, huh? I don’t know about that, but I could really use a cigarette right now,” Lindsay says, her voice breathy and seductive. She decides to play into their fantasy. After all, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
She reaches a hand into each of Samantha’s front jean pockets and comes out with a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter. She taps two cigarettes out, pushing one between Samantha’s lips and one between her own,
“So how much longer until we resume shooting?” she asks her director. The man blushes, wiping beads of nervous sweat from his forehead.
“Well, none of us have eaten. Um, let’s just wrap for the night. We’ll come back, uh, focused, not distracted, and refreshed in the morning.”
This is uncharacteristic for him, Lindsay thinks, having spent many nights shooting until past midnight. But she doesn’t question it. The sooner she can escape from this awkward silence and the curious eyes of her co-workers the better.
Samantha nods, lighting the cigarette in her mouth. She takes a deep and satisfied drag of it and moans as she breathes out a cloud of smoke. “Guess we can eat out now, babe,” she says to Lindsay.
The male actor who thinks he’s witty lets out a goofy laugh at the comment, but stops when he sees no one else finds the situation funny anymore - especially not Lindsay.
Lindsay grabs her purse from the trailer and locks the door behind her. She walks toward the assistant director, a woman with a disgusted look on her face. Dropped the wired mic box into the woman’s hand, she smiles.
“Too bad these things don’t record and save huh? I’m sure you’d love a copy of your own.”
As Lindsay walks way, several of the actors clap and cheer for her.
She walks with Samantha to the parking lot. The woman slides her arm across Lindsay’s shoulders and tries to pull her close but she stubbornly resists. “What’s wrong?”
“Seriously?” Lindsay asks, a look of disbelief on her face. “That was the fucking most embarrassing moment of my life.”
Samantha laughs a little and takes the girl’s hand in her own - this she doesn’t resist. “Give it a few days and you’ll think it’s funny too.”
Lindsay shakes her head, insisting she is eternally mortified.
“Worth it though?”
Lindsay gives it a moment’s thought and blushes bright red.
“What was the best part?” Samantha, still holding tightly to the girl’s hand, walks in front, facing her.
Lindsay thinks back and bites down on her bottom lip. “Definitely that get-up. What was that about anyway?”
“What do you mean? I just wanted to try it on.” Samantha shrugs, walking close beside the girl now.
“You? Wanted to try on stilettos and fishnet leggings?”
Samantha nods as if this should be common knowledge.
“Is there something I should know about you that I don’t?”
They arrive at Samantha’s car and she releases Lindsay’s hand from her grip. She sighs. “I’m just sick of being stereotyped. You know what that’s like.”
“Stereotyped how?” Lindsay asks, pulling the lighter from the woman’s pocket again. She lights her cigarette for the first time as Samantha stomps hers out.
“Everybody thinks I’m such a tomboy and I got sick of trying to prove them wrong.”
Lindsay leans against the woman, wrapping her arms loosely around her waist. “When did you get back in touch with your feminine side?” She giggles.
Samantha doesn’t hug back. “Shut up. I’m serious.”
Lindsay backs up and smiles, planting a soft kiss on the woman’s mouth. “Good. First stop - my closet.”
“You’re kidding right?” Samantha says. She’s not sure she’s prepared to be that feminine so soon.
Lindsay shakes her head and grins. “It will be our own little game of dress-up. Evidently it’s a game you like to play.”