You'll Think of Me (Part 4 of 6)
Title: You'll Think of Me
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 803 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: This is not real
Lindsay pulls her Mercedes up outside of Samantha's house, runs inside the gate and impatiently knocks on the door.
A fedora-clad head peeks out and looks at her, surprised. "What are you doing here? Party's not for another hour or so and I thought we were meeting there?"
Lindsay grabs the girl by her shoulders and kisses her with neediness. For Samantha too, the time they spend alone together is something she always finds herself craving, like water in a draught. You don't miss it 'til it's gone.
"Just needed to see you," she says, stepping back to look at Samantha. The older girl stuffs her hands in her pockets and bends her ankle nervously. She knows better, but still feels a little inadequate in Lindsay's presence. "You look beautiful."
Samantha smiles, her cheeks flushing and warm. She appreciate little things like this because most of the time she finds her appearance associated with the word 'handsome'. Despite feeling more comfortable in boyish attire, just like any other woman, she likes to hear she's beautiful once in awhile and Lindsay feeds this desire.
"You're gorgeous," Samantha says to Lindsay, her eyes traveling slowly from the girl's stiletto shoes all the way to her upper torso - pause, cleavage - and finally to her lightly freckled face which she finds looking bashful. Lindsay is used to hearing catcalls from male fans and being called a sex symbol but it's altogether different when Samantha says it because she knows the girl isn't just referring to her appearance.
The girls stand in the doorway and chat flirtatiously as though they haven't seen each other for days. Lindsay's fingers brush Samantha's hand and she smiles, taking hold of them.
"I like when you hold my hand," Lindsay says to her, her expression vulnerable. "Makes me feel like I'm yours."
"Coz you are," Samantha says squeezing the thin digits a little tighter.
After enough time has passed the two leave the house and jump in their respective vehicles. They embrace, holding on tightly, and knowing even if they'll see each other in a few minutes that they'll still miss one another.
Samantha arrives first and parks her Porsche in a parking lot down the street. Cars are already lining the street on both sides and she is glad not to be the first guest to arrive - takes some of the pressure off knowing with so many other people there that her longing glances at Lindsay will mostly go unnoticed.
She knocks on the door and the birthday boy answers. She hugs him and can already smell the alcohol on his breath. He glances behind her inquisitively and then back at her. "Where's Linds?" he asks. Samantha is aware that most of their friends have picked up on their relationship but both she and Lindsay deny this notion, much happier to keep their private lives to themselves.
Samantha shrugs and sneaks past him into the house to grab a drink. "Got any Jack?" she asks, feeling uncomfortable in such a social setting. The man pours her a drink and hands it to her. She takes a sip and feels slightly more at ease.
She drifts from group to group, making small-talk and constantly listening for a knock at the front door. She knows Lindsay took a detour but certainly it shouldn't have taken her this long to arrive.
Just as she begins to worry, she hears a yell from the kitchen, "Ey! Lindsay's here! Let me get you a drink, babe," says an overeager man. Samantha's face turns red with anger and she's sure her blood is running green with envy as she sees Lindsay enter the room with the man's arm around her waist.
She tries not to make eye contact, knowing her eyes will betray jealousy, but she can't help watching as the girl enters the room. The moment her eyes meet Lindsay's, her anxiousness and doubts dissipate. The girl wiggles her way out from the loud man's grip and walks toward Samantha.
It feels like everything is in slow motion, and she knows that something is about to change. The look of determination and power in Lindsay's eyes tells her so. No one in the room is paying them any attention at all but in the moment, Samantha feels like all eyes are on her, waiting to see how she'll react.
Before she even has a chance to think Lindsay is beside her, smiling confidently as she slides her fingers between Samantha's. Feeling a rush of warmth and adrenaline, Samantha squeezes their hands together gently as she sets down her nearly full glass of jack & coke. She doesn't need her liquid confidence anymore; no longer feels like she doesn't quite fit in. Now she's got her other half and she belongs here just fine.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 803 words
Summary: The early days.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: This is not real
Lindsay pulls her Mercedes up outside of Samantha's house, runs inside the gate and impatiently knocks on the door.
A fedora-clad head peeks out and looks at her, surprised. "What are you doing here? Party's not for another hour or so and I thought we were meeting there?"
Lindsay grabs the girl by her shoulders and kisses her with neediness. For Samantha too, the time they spend alone together is something she always finds herself craving, like water in a draught. You don't miss it 'til it's gone.
"Just needed to see you," she says, stepping back to look at Samantha. The older girl stuffs her hands in her pockets and bends her ankle nervously. She knows better, but still feels a little inadequate in Lindsay's presence. "You look beautiful."
Samantha smiles, her cheeks flushing and warm. She appreciate little things like this because most of the time she finds her appearance associated with the word 'handsome'. Despite feeling more comfortable in boyish attire, just like any other woman, she likes to hear she's beautiful once in awhile and Lindsay feeds this desire.
"You're gorgeous," Samantha says to Lindsay, her eyes traveling slowly from the girl's stiletto shoes all the way to her upper torso - pause, cleavage - and finally to her lightly freckled face which she finds looking bashful. Lindsay is used to hearing catcalls from male fans and being called a sex symbol but it's altogether different when Samantha says it because she knows the girl isn't just referring to her appearance.
The girls stand in the doorway and chat flirtatiously as though they haven't seen each other for days. Lindsay's fingers brush Samantha's hand and she smiles, taking hold of them.
"I like when you hold my hand," Lindsay says to her, her expression vulnerable. "Makes me feel like I'm yours."
"Coz you are," Samantha says squeezing the thin digits a little tighter.
After enough time has passed the two leave the house and jump in their respective vehicles. They embrace, holding on tightly, and knowing even if they'll see each other in a few minutes that they'll still miss one another.
Samantha arrives first and parks her Porsche in a parking lot down the street. Cars are already lining the street on both sides and she is glad not to be the first guest to arrive - takes some of the pressure off knowing with so many other people there that her longing glances at Lindsay will mostly go unnoticed.
She knocks on the door and the birthday boy answers. She hugs him and can already smell the alcohol on his breath. He glances behind her inquisitively and then back at her. "Where's Linds?" he asks. Samantha is aware that most of their friends have picked up on their relationship but both she and Lindsay deny this notion, much happier to keep their private lives to themselves.
Samantha shrugs and sneaks past him into the house to grab a drink. "Got any Jack?" she asks, feeling uncomfortable in such a social setting. The man pours her a drink and hands it to her. She takes a sip and feels slightly more at ease.
She drifts from group to group, making small-talk and constantly listening for a knock at the front door. She knows Lindsay took a detour but certainly it shouldn't have taken her this long to arrive.
Just as she begins to worry, she hears a yell from the kitchen, "Ey! Lindsay's here! Let me get you a drink, babe," says an overeager man. Samantha's face turns red with anger and she's sure her blood is running green with envy as she sees Lindsay enter the room with the man's arm around her waist.
She tries not to make eye contact, knowing her eyes will betray jealousy, but she can't help watching as the girl enters the room. The moment her eyes meet Lindsay's, her anxiousness and doubts dissipate. The girl wiggles her way out from the loud man's grip and walks toward Samantha.
It feels like everything is in slow motion, and she knows that something is about to change. The look of determination and power in Lindsay's eyes tells her so. No one in the room is paying them any attention at all but in the moment, Samantha feels like all eyes are on her, waiting to see how she'll react.
Before she even has a chance to think Lindsay is beside her, smiling confidently as she slides her fingers between Samantha's. Feeling a rush of warmth and adrenaline, Samantha squeezes their hands together gently as she sets down her nearly full glass of jack & coke. She doesn't need her liquid confidence anymore; no longer feels like she doesn't quite fit in. Now she's got her other half and she belongs here just fine.