This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 3)
Title: This Don't Even Feel Like Falling (Part 3)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 775 words
Summary: One fateful night at a club
Rating: Mature. There is a little sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
She packs up her gear, thanks the club owners for having her and accepts an envelope full of bills she isn't quite sure she earned tonight but she isn't about to argue.
Pulling her heavy knapsack strap over one shoulder, she makes her hasty exit. Outside, a group of girls who are smoking stare and whisper. "That's her! She's the one we saw in the bathroom with Lohan."
Samantha snickers and shakes her head at the girls. Who knows what stories they will concoct to tell their friends by morning. She reaches her car and stuffs a hand into her pocket. Shit, no keys. Slamming a hand on the hood of the car, she pulls on the door handle and hopes that by some miracle it is unlocked. When the door gives way and the interior light flips on, she experiences a feeling beyond shock. Did she forget to lock it when she went inside? Could it have slipped her mind to lock her very expensive, quite possibly irreplaceable Porsche?
"You look surprised," she hears a voice say from inside. She jumps back a foot or two, almost landing herself in the middle of 4 lanes of traffic.
The door, now wide open, reveals a redheaded passenger, laying comfortably in the reclined seat. "How did you get in here?" Samantha asks, still confused but beginning to piece things together.
Lindsay dangles a set of keys from her index finger and grins, putting the seat back to its upright position. "Snuck these out of your pocket earlier. I thought you would have felt it."
Samantha leans her head against the car's frame and stares at the girl in disbelief. "You scared the shit out of me." She laughs, thankful for the return of her keys and even more thankful for the good company in her car.
Peeling out onto the road, she loves nothing more than the feeling of power driving such a machine gives her. She looks to her right and sees a sleepy girl, her eyes fluttering open and shut from exhaustion.
As they pull into Samantha's garage, she powers off the car and nudges the girl. "Tired?" she asks and watches her stir.
"Mm...your fault," Lindsay responds, her eyes still barely open.
They walk down the sidewalk and up the steps to the front door, Samantha's hands protectively holding the girl by her shoulders. Inside, they both kick off their shoes and just stand there.
"So..." Samantha says, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously.
"Can I have a glass of water?" Lindsay asks, her voice cracking. Samantha obliges and grabs a fresh bottle of water from the fridge. Lindsay drinks the entire bottle in a single gulp and expresses her thanks with a loud, satisfied sigh.
"Did you want to watch a movie, or we could order some food? Are you hungry?" Samantha asks, fidgeting with her hands and spitting her words out quicker than usual.
"You're kidding, right?" Lindsay asks, a deadpan expression on her tired face.
"Hmm? No. There's a pizza place down the street that delivers around the clock," she says, before the girl kisses her. Her mouth is cold and fresh from the water. She smells pleasantly musky from working up a sweat in the club.
"Food's not what I want right now," Lindsay says, tugging at the collar of Samantha's leather jacket. She pulls the heavy coat away and throws it over a chair in the entrance way. "Could go for a shower though."
"Sure, help yours-....oh," Samantha says, becoming much more adept at picking up the girl's subtle hints. "Sorry, I'm new at reading between the lines." Both girls laugh.
Lindsay walks a few steps ahead of Samantha and tugs her dress over her head from under her arms. Freckles cover her back and perfectly shaped behind, decorated with a scripted tattoo. She drops the dress dramatically on the ground and looks shyly over her shoulder.
"Did you wanna hang that up?" Samantha asks, trying to stall until her nerves subside.
"It can wait," she says, turning back slightly which allows a dynamic view of side-boob. "I can't."
"Right," Samantha says, scrambling out of her t-shirt and hopping as she kicks her jeans off. Pieces of clothing lay in a trail leading toward the master bathroom.
Lindsay stands waiting in the doorway, one hand on the wooden frame and the other on her hip. Samantha almost trips as she jumps on one foot to pull off a sock - the last piece of clothing on her body.
She's too preoccupied now to be nervous but she wonders if they'll even make it to the shower.
It's entirely possible that I'll write more tonight before bed...but for now, I need a shower!
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 775 words
Summary: One fateful night at a club
Rating: Mature. There is a little sexy time.
Disclaimer: This is not real.
She packs up her gear, thanks the club owners for having her and accepts an envelope full of bills she isn't quite sure she earned tonight but she isn't about to argue.
Pulling her heavy knapsack strap over one shoulder, she makes her hasty exit. Outside, a group of girls who are smoking stare and whisper. "That's her! She's the one we saw in the bathroom with Lohan."
Samantha snickers and shakes her head at the girls. Who knows what stories they will concoct to tell their friends by morning. She reaches her car and stuffs a hand into her pocket. Shit, no keys. Slamming a hand on the hood of the car, she pulls on the door handle and hopes that by some miracle it is unlocked. When the door gives way and the interior light flips on, she experiences a feeling beyond shock. Did she forget to lock it when she went inside? Could it have slipped her mind to lock her very expensive, quite possibly irreplaceable Porsche?
"You look surprised," she hears a voice say from inside. She jumps back a foot or two, almost landing herself in the middle of 4 lanes of traffic.
The door, now wide open, reveals a redheaded passenger, laying comfortably in the reclined seat. "How did you get in here?" Samantha asks, still confused but beginning to piece things together.
Lindsay dangles a set of keys from her index finger and grins, putting the seat back to its upright position. "Snuck these out of your pocket earlier. I thought you would have felt it."
Samantha leans her head against the car's frame and stares at the girl in disbelief. "You scared the shit out of me." She laughs, thankful for the return of her keys and even more thankful for the good company in her car.
Peeling out onto the road, she loves nothing more than the feeling of power driving such a machine gives her. She looks to her right and sees a sleepy girl, her eyes fluttering open and shut from exhaustion.
As they pull into Samantha's garage, she powers off the car and nudges the girl. "Tired?" she asks and watches her stir.
"Mm...your fault," Lindsay responds, her eyes still barely open.
They walk down the sidewalk and up the steps to the front door, Samantha's hands protectively holding the girl by her shoulders. Inside, they both kick off their shoes and just stand there.
"So..." Samantha says, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously.
"Can I have a glass of water?" Lindsay asks, her voice cracking. Samantha obliges and grabs a fresh bottle of water from the fridge. Lindsay drinks the entire bottle in a single gulp and expresses her thanks with a loud, satisfied sigh.
"Did you want to watch a movie, or we could order some food? Are you hungry?" Samantha asks, fidgeting with her hands and spitting her words out quicker than usual.
"You're kidding, right?" Lindsay asks, a deadpan expression on her tired face.
"Hmm? No. There's a pizza place down the street that delivers around the clock," she says, before the girl kisses her. Her mouth is cold and fresh from the water. She smells pleasantly musky from working up a sweat in the club.
"Food's not what I want right now," Lindsay says, tugging at the collar of Samantha's leather jacket. She pulls the heavy coat away and throws it over a chair in the entrance way. "Could go for a shower though."
"Sure, help yours-....oh," Samantha says, becoming much more adept at picking up the girl's subtle hints. "Sorry, I'm new at reading between the lines." Both girls laugh.
Lindsay walks a few steps ahead of Samantha and tugs her dress over her head from under her arms. Freckles cover her back and perfectly shaped behind, decorated with a scripted tattoo. She drops the dress dramatically on the ground and looks shyly over her shoulder.
"Did you wanna hang that up?" Samantha asks, trying to stall until her nerves subside.
"It can wait," she says, turning back slightly which allows a dynamic view of side-boob. "I can't."
"Right," Samantha says, scrambling out of her t-shirt and hopping as she kicks her jeans off. Pieces of clothing lay in a trail leading toward the master bathroom.
Lindsay stands waiting in the doorway, one hand on the wooden frame and the other on her hip. Samantha almost trips as she jumps on one foot to pull off a sock - the last piece of clothing on her body.
She's too preoccupied now to be nervous but she wonders if they'll even make it to the shower.
It's entirely possible that I'll write more tonight before bed...but for now, I need a shower!