Edge of Seventeen (Part 9)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 9)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1034 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13 - pending sexy time!
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
They arrive at the club just in time to keep their reservation but Lindsay is hesitant to go inside. What if Samantha can’t get in? What if she thinks they’re not there and goes back home? What if, what if, what if.
Her friends drag her inside, her back to them the entire time as she walks backward. She tries to resist, telling them she’ll meet them inside. Finally breaking free of their grip, she bolts for the front door. The wind is knocked out of her when she bumps into the back of someone wearing a leather bomber jacket.
“I’m so sorry,” she says to the back. “I was just-“
Samantha turns around and faces her, smiling, with a small envelope in her hands. “You were just what? Looking for me?”
The butterflies start as soon as she hears Lindsay’s voice from behind her. Sure, she has spent the entire afternoon contemplating whether to come or not. She spent even longer sitting in her car outside thinking about just the right thing to say, how she should greet the girl, and how she can charm her way out of dancing.
Without warning, the girl jumps into her arms, wrapping her legs around Samantha’s waist. Her friends watch her, laughing as the older woman nearly loses her footing.
She holds tight to the envelope in her hands, a messy hand-drawn heart scribbled on the seal. Flipping the envelope over to the side with Lindsay’s name on it, she feels embarrassed and doesn’t want any of her friends to see what’s inside.
“You came!” Lindsay says, finally jumping down, her arms still around Samantha’s neck.
Samantha shrugs. “Of course. I couldn’t disappoint the birthday girl.” Her stomach twists with the thought that she almost did exactly that. She places her hand gently on the girl’s back as they walk toward the area of the club cordoned off exclusively for Lindsay’s guests.
All of the girl’s friends greet Samantha politely. A young man even offers her a drink after having bought the entire party a round. She declines, wanting to remain as lucid as possible all evening.
Samantha discreetly hands Lindsay the envelope, now crumpled from trying to hide it. The girl takes it and immediately begins to tear it open.
“No! No! Wait until you get home, please,” Samantha begs, taking the partially opened envelope and tucking it into Lindsay’s jacket pocket. The girl giggles and leans into Samantha, her palms flat on the woman’s shoulders.
“What’s in it? A love note?” She bats her eyelashes. Samantha can’t resist, and kisses the girl quickly on her cheek.
“Something like that. Now let’s sit.”
“Uh uh,” Lindsay says, wagging a long finger in Samantha’s face. “You’re coming to dance.”
Samantha sits down and shrugs again, smiling smugly. She grabs a bottle of water from an ice-filled bucket on the ground and twists the cap. Watching Lindsay pout, she takes a long sip and nervously runs her fingers through her hair.
“Come on. It’s what I wished for when I blew out my candles. Now you have to!” She juts her lip out further this time, trying not to ruin it with a smile.
“You just told me what you wished for. You know that means it’s not going to come true, right?” She stands up, knowing she will cave for the girl’s sake as much as she despises dancing in public.
“I wished for something else too, and it already came true. So I think 1 out of 2 makes my odds pretty good.” Lindsay smiles and reaches her hand forward. Samantha takes it and leads her out onto the dance floor, spinning her like a princess once there.
Time flies and Samantha finds that she actually enjoys dancing when her partner is so graceful. From time to time Lindsay dances away, throwing her flirtatious glances from across the crowds that have Samantha following wherever she leads.
The redhead’s face is shiny with sweat and her cheeks red but she is unstoppable. She turns her back to Samantha, an arm slung around the older woman’s neck as she rubs closely against her. Samantha feels her temperature rise and temptation threatens to take over.
It still doesn’t feel quite right - she feels a bit like a predator, chasing a much younger woman - and so she contemplates making a hasty exit. She tries to back up but Lindsay spins elegantly around, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. A single denim clad leg rubs between Samantha’s as the girl grinds seductively into her.
She can’t help but groan - it’s like public foreplay and she knows if she doesn’t leave now, it’s entirely possible that she may take Lindsay right here on the dance floor.
Grabbing the girl’s shoulders, she stops her mid hip-thrust and looks her in the eye.
“I have to go. I really need to go,” she says, swallowing hard as she watches the younger girl’s smoldering eyes.
“I’m coming with you,” Lindsay says. It’s not a question, or a statement, but an urgent demand. Samantha sighs, feeling guilty and also grateful - here’s your second chance, she tells herself. Don’t blow it.
She nods, holding Lindsay tightly by the hand as they fight through crowds of people who thrash more than they dance.
Outside, Samantha notices Lindsay smiling innocently, saying hi to everyone she passes. The girl stands beside her, arms wrapped closely around her waist. She taps her foot impatiently as they wait for the valet to bring her car. Lindsay surprises her with a lingering kiss at the base of her neck.
She groans, further expressing her inability to wait much longer just as the valet pulls up and holds Lindsay’s door open for her.
“So where are we going?” Lindsay asks, as Samantha climbs in and speeds dangerously out into nighttime traffic. The girl’s voice is raspier than usual from singing along to the loud music in the club; it makes the inside of Samantha’s head buzz pleasantly.
The girl slouches lazily in the passenger’s seat, Samantha watching her carefully from the corner of her eye. She takes a deep breath in, hoping she’s making the right decision before she speaks. “My place.”
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 1034 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: PG-13 - pending sexy time!
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
They arrive at the club just in time to keep their reservation but Lindsay is hesitant to go inside. What if Samantha can’t get in? What if she thinks they’re not there and goes back home? What if, what if, what if.
Her friends drag her inside, her back to them the entire time as she walks backward. She tries to resist, telling them she’ll meet them inside. Finally breaking free of their grip, she bolts for the front door. The wind is knocked out of her when she bumps into the back of someone wearing a leather bomber jacket.
“I’m so sorry,” she says to the back. “I was just-“
Samantha turns around and faces her, smiling, with a small envelope in her hands. “You were just what? Looking for me?”
The butterflies start as soon as she hears Lindsay’s voice from behind her. Sure, she has spent the entire afternoon contemplating whether to come or not. She spent even longer sitting in her car outside thinking about just the right thing to say, how she should greet the girl, and how she can charm her way out of dancing.
Without warning, the girl jumps into her arms, wrapping her legs around Samantha’s waist. Her friends watch her, laughing as the older woman nearly loses her footing.
She holds tight to the envelope in her hands, a messy hand-drawn heart scribbled on the seal. Flipping the envelope over to the side with Lindsay’s name on it, she feels embarrassed and doesn’t want any of her friends to see what’s inside.
“You came!” Lindsay says, finally jumping down, her arms still around Samantha’s neck.
Samantha shrugs. “Of course. I couldn’t disappoint the birthday girl.” Her stomach twists with the thought that she almost did exactly that. She places her hand gently on the girl’s back as they walk toward the area of the club cordoned off exclusively for Lindsay’s guests.
All of the girl’s friends greet Samantha politely. A young man even offers her a drink after having bought the entire party a round. She declines, wanting to remain as lucid as possible all evening.
Samantha discreetly hands Lindsay the envelope, now crumpled from trying to hide it. The girl takes it and immediately begins to tear it open.
“No! No! Wait until you get home, please,” Samantha begs, taking the partially opened envelope and tucking it into Lindsay’s jacket pocket. The girl giggles and leans into Samantha, her palms flat on the woman’s shoulders.
“What’s in it? A love note?” She bats her eyelashes. Samantha can’t resist, and kisses the girl quickly on her cheek.
“Something like that. Now let’s sit.”
“Uh uh,” Lindsay says, wagging a long finger in Samantha’s face. “You’re coming to dance.”
Samantha sits down and shrugs again, smiling smugly. She grabs a bottle of water from an ice-filled bucket on the ground and twists the cap. Watching Lindsay pout, she takes a long sip and nervously runs her fingers through her hair.
“Come on. It’s what I wished for when I blew out my candles. Now you have to!” She juts her lip out further this time, trying not to ruin it with a smile.
“You just told me what you wished for. You know that means it’s not going to come true, right?” She stands up, knowing she will cave for the girl’s sake as much as she despises dancing in public.
“I wished for something else too, and it already came true. So I think 1 out of 2 makes my odds pretty good.” Lindsay smiles and reaches her hand forward. Samantha takes it and leads her out onto the dance floor, spinning her like a princess once there.
Time flies and Samantha finds that she actually enjoys dancing when her partner is so graceful. From time to time Lindsay dances away, throwing her flirtatious glances from across the crowds that have Samantha following wherever she leads.
The redhead’s face is shiny with sweat and her cheeks red but she is unstoppable. She turns her back to Samantha, an arm slung around the older woman’s neck as she rubs closely against her. Samantha feels her temperature rise and temptation threatens to take over.
It still doesn’t feel quite right - she feels a bit like a predator, chasing a much younger woman - and so she contemplates making a hasty exit. She tries to back up but Lindsay spins elegantly around, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. A single denim clad leg rubs between Samantha’s as the girl grinds seductively into her.
She can’t help but groan - it’s like public foreplay and she knows if she doesn’t leave now, it’s entirely possible that she may take Lindsay right here on the dance floor.
Grabbing the girl’s shoulders, she stops her mid hip-thrust and looks her in the eye.
“I have to go. I really need to go,” she says, swallowing hard as she watches the younger girl’s smoldering eyes.
“I’m coming with you,” Lindsay says. It’s not a question, or a statement, but an urgent demand. Samantha sighs, feeling guilty and also grateful - here’s your second chance, she tells herself. Don’t blow it.
She nods, holding Lindsay tightly by the hand as they fight through crowds of people who thrash more than they dance.
Outside, Samantha notices Lindsay smiling innocently, saying hi to everyone she passes. The girl stands beside her, arms wrapped closely around her waist. She taps her foot impatiently as they wait for the valet to bring her car. Lindsay surprises her with a lingering kiss at the base of her neck.
She groans, further expressing her inability to wait much longer just as the valet pulls up and holds Lindsay’s door open for her.
“So where are we going?” Lindsay asks, as Samantha climbs in and speeds dangerously out into nighttime traffic. The girl’s voice is raspier than usual from singing along to the loud music in the club; it makes the inside of Samantha’s head buzz pleasantly.
The girl slouches lazily in the passenger’s seat, Samantha watching her carefully from the corner of her eye. She takes a deep breath in, hoping she’s making the right decision before she speaks. “My place.”