All I Want is You - Part 2
Title: All I Want is You - Part 2
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 982 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha wakes up earlier than usual, anxious to catch her flight home.
In midflight, she realizes Lindsay will be at work when she gets back to town. But she wants to see her; has to see her.
Intelligent as she is, Samantha calls to Lindsay’s trusted assistant, Jenni, who has returned to duty after starting a family of her own. She’s glad to have someone like Jenni keeping a watchful eye over Lindsay, someone to look after her when she’s too busy to do it herself.
As expected, Lindsay is busy on set most of the day. Samantha grins to herself, already planning a surprise visit. She wonders if the girl will be happy to see her.
Her first stop is at home where she freshens up and tries to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
She sits in her car, waiting until her hands stop shaking before she drives off in search of the studio where Lindsay is working.
As she wanders onto the set, several crewmembers smile and wave at her. She wonders if Lindsay’s been talking about her and that thought starts the butterflies again.
Charmingly, she convinces a security guard to let her into Lindsay’s trailer where she waits impatiently.
Her phone rings; she can’t help but laugh when Lindsay’s name shows up. Feeling in better spirits than she has in awhile, Samantha grins mischievously as she answers.
“Hey, did you get home okay?” the girl asks. Samantha pauses for dramatic effect.
“Got delayed.”
Lindsay sighs and Samantha can practically picture her pouting. “So when are you going to be back?”
“No idea. Whenever I can get a flight, I guess. You don’t mind keeping Cadillac until then, do you?” She chuckles under her breath, sitting down and propping her feet up inside the cozy trailer.
“Well, no, of course not. But I hope you can get home soon.”
Samantha hears slippered feet outside. From her seat, she can see through an opening in a set of blinds. She spies Lindsay standing outside of the trailer, arms crossed, flicking nervously at the cigarette between her fingers.
“Me too. You should get back to work though,” Samantha says, smiling as she watches the girl inch closer to her trailer.
“I’m on lunch right now actually. How do you know I’m at work anyway?” The girl is wearing a sly smile on her face. Samantha wonders if maybe she’s not such a good liar after all.
“Just a hunch. I’ve also got a hunch that you’re gonna need a new pair of slippers soon. The ones you’re wearing are looking a little rough,” Samantha says, giggling out loud now. Lindsay pushes the trailer door open just as Samantha ends the call.
“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Lindsay says, grabbing Samantha by the hand to pull her up. She wraps her arms tightly around the woman’s neck and hugs her close. “When did you get in?”
Samantha squeezes her waist, nuzzling her face into the girl’s neck. She misses this; intimate moments that they can share alone. No video cameras, no bright flashes, no prying eyes - just the two of them.
“Not long ago.”
Lindsay steps back but keeps her hands on the sides of Samantha’s neck. “How did you know where I’d be?”
Samantha shrugs, smirking. “A reliable source tipped me off.”
They sit across from each other at a small lunch table in the middle of the trailer. Lindsay eats and Samantha watches happily. “Have you eaten?”
Samantha sighs blissfully, her chin resting in her palms. She shakes her head.
“Did you even go home before you came here?” Lindsay giggles as she lifts a fork to her mouth.
“For a minute.” She smiles. Lindsay fills another fork full of a food and points it in Samantha’s direction. The woman opens her mouth, gladly. Lindsay giggles as she watches her face and fumbles with the fork, spilling some of the food on the table and Samantha’s t-shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” Lindsay says, though she can’t stop laughing long enough to make her apology sound genuine.
Samantha looks down at her t-shirt, now lightly stained with tomato sauce from the lasagna the girl spilled on her. “I’m never letting you feed me again.”
The two giggle. Lindsay stands up to grab a cloth to try and clean the mess. Samantha stands also and wipes at the stain with both hands.
“Here, it’ll come out. If it doesn’t, I’ll buy you a new shirt.” She wipes the wet cloth against the white shirt, standing close to the woman.
Samantha smiles, watching the determination on Lindsay’s face and disappointment when the stain remains.
Lindsay holds the shirt material out and looks Samantha in the eye, embarrassed.
“Guess you owe me a new shirt,” Samantha says, jokingly. She wiggles her way out of the stained - and now soggy - shirt she has on and sets it flat on the table.
Lindsay blushes and looks away.
“Think you could lend me one until then?” Lindsay nods and grabs a t-shirt from her makeshift closet in the form of clothes hanging from the trailer ceiling.
She presses it gently against Samantha’s bare stomach, still blushing.
Samantha smiles. She’s amazed at how she still feels comfortable around Lindsay. So much has changed and yet so much has stayed the same.
She crumples the t-shirt in her hand and sets it on the table next to her. Stepping closer to Lindsay, she takes one of the girl’s hands in her own. “So, were you surprised that I was here?”
Lindsay nods, lifting her head bashfully to look Samantha in the eye. “You always were full of surprises.”
Gently and cautiously, Samantha puts her hands below Lindsay’s jaw and pulls her face closer. The girl’s lips part and she holds her breath. Samantha’s mouth twists into a sly grin, watching the lust in Lindsay’s eyes. “Still am.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 982 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha wakes up earlier than usual, anxious to catch her flight home.
In midflight, she realizes Lindsay will be at work when she gets back to town. But she wants to see her; has to see her.
Intelligent as she is, Samantha calls to Lindsay’s trusted assistant, Jenni, who has returned to duty after starting a family of her own. She’s glad to have someone like Jenni keeping a watchful eye over Lindsay, someone to look after her when she’s too busy to do it herself.
As expected, Lindsay is busy on set most of the day. Samantha grins to herself, already planning a surprise visit. She wonders if the girl will be happy to see her.
Her first stop is at home where she freshens up and tries to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
She sits in her car, waiting until her hands stop shaking before she drives off in search of the studio where Lindsay is working.
As she wanders onto the set, several crewmembers smile and wave at her. She wonders if Lindsay’s been talking about her and that thought starts the butterflies again.
Charmingly, she convinces a security guard to let her into Lindsay’s trailer where she waits impatiently.
Her phone rings; she can’t help but laugh when Lindsay’s name shows up. Feeling in better spirits than she has in awhile, Samantha grins mischievously as she answers.
“Hey, did you get home okay?” the girl asks. Samantha pauses for dramatic effect.
“Got delayed.”
Lindsay sighs and Samantha can practically picture her pouting. “So when are you going to be back?”
“No idea. Whenever I can get a flight, I guess. You don’t mind keeping Cadillac until then, do you?” She chuckles under her breath, sitting down and propping her feet up inside the cozy trailer.
“Well, no, of course not. But I hope you can get home soon.”
Samantha hears slippered feet outside. From her seat, she can see through an opening in a set of blinds. She spies Lindsay standing outside of the trailer, arms crossed, flicking nervously at the cigarette between her fingers.
“Me too. You should get back to work though,” Samantha says, smiling as she watches the girl inch closer to her trailer.
“I’m on lunch right now actually. How do you know I’m at work anyway?” The girl is wearing a sly smile on her face. Samantha wonders if maybe she’s not such a good liar after all.
“Just a hunch. I’ve also got a hunch that you’re gonna need a new pair of slippers soon. The ones you’re wearing are looking a little rough,” Samantha says, giggling out loud now. Lindsay pushes the trailer door open just as Samantha ends the call.
“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Lindsay says, grabbing Samantha by the hand to pull her up. She wraps her arms tightly around the woman’s neck and hugs her close. “When did you get in?”
Samantha squeezes her waist, nuzzling her face into the girl’s neck. She misses this; intimate moments that they can share alone. No video cameras, no bright flashes, no prying eyes - just the two of them.
“Not long ago.”
Lindsay steps back but keeps her hands on the sides of Samantha’s neck. “How did you know where I’d be?”
Samantha shrugs, smirking. “A reliable source tipped me off.”
They sit across from each other at a small lunch table in the middle of the trailer. Lindsay eats and Samantha watches happily. “Have you eaten?”
Samantha sighs blissfully, her chin resting in her palms. She shakes her head.
“Did you even go home before you came here?” Lindsay giggles as she lifts a fork to her mouth.
“For a minute.” She smiles. Lindsay fills another fork full of a food and points it in Samantha’s direction. The woman opens her mouth, gladly. Lindsay giggles as she watches her face and fumbles with the fork, spilling some of the food on the table and Samantha’s t-shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” Lindsay says, though she can’t stop laughing long enough to make her apology sound genuine.
Samantha looks down at her t-shirt, now lightly stained with tomato sauce from the lasagna the girl spilled on her. “I’m never letting you feed me again.”
The two giggle. Lindsay stands up to grab a cloth to try and clean the mess. Samantha stands also and wipes at the stain with both hands.
“Here, it’ll come out. If it doesn’t, I’ll buy you a new shirt.” She wipes the wet cloth against the white shirt, standing close to the woman.
Samantha smiles, watching the determination on Lindsay’s face and disappointment when the stain remains.
Lindsay holds the shirt material out and looks Samantha in the eye, embarrassed.
“Guess you owe me a new shirt,” Samantha says, jokingly. She wiggles her way out of the stained - and now soggy - shirt she has on and sets it flat on the table.
Lindsay blushes and looks away.
“Think you could lend me one until then?” Lindsay nods and grabs a t-shirt from her makeshift closet in the form of clothes hanging from the trailer ceiling.
She presses it gently against Samantha’s bare stomach, still blushing.
Samantha smiles. She’s amazed at how she still feels comfortable around Lindsay. So much has changed and yet so much has stayed the same.
She crumples the t-shirt in her hand and sets it on the table next to her. Stepping closer to Lindsay, she takes one of the girl’s hands in her own. “So, were you surprised that I was here?”
Lindsay nods, lifting her head bashfully to look Samantha in the eye. “You always were full of surprises.”
Gently and cautiously, Samantha puts her hands below Lindsay’s jaw and pulls her face closer. The girl’s lips part and she holds her breath. Samantha’s mouth twists into a sly grin, watching the lust in Lindsay’s eyes. “Still am.”