All I Want is You - Part 9
Title: All I Want is You - Part 9
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 814 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay insists that Samantha leave the room while she changes. The woman laughs but complies, calling the dogs to follow her.
Cadillac wiggles out from under the bed, an old t-shirt of Lindsay’s hanging around her thick neck. Monroe follows close behind, a bra cup sitting on his head.
“Looks like they want to play too,” Samantha says, picking the clothes up into her arms. She exits the room; once she is safely outside, Lindsay slams the door behind her.
Samantha wanders through the house, trying to busy herself while Lindsay suits up. Suddenly thirsty, she opens the fridge to get a drink. She spies a case of her favourite beer on the bottom ledge and smiles. The girl doesn’t drink beer and so she knows it was bought especially for her. She has to appreciate this new Lindsay - more thoughtful and domestic.
Just as she cracks one open and takes a small sip, she hears the girl yell from the other room. She drags her bare feet across the floor all the way to the bedroom.
“This is ridiculous. How does anyone wear this shit?” Lindsay mumbles, standing behind the door; Samantha can’t see her yet.
When she finally gets past the door, Samantha finds Lindsay trying to tie the strings on a pair of cotton bottoms. She sets down her glass bottle on a nearby dresser and approaches the girl. “Need some help?”
Lindsay struggles with the strings, her arms unable to move with a large obstacle blocking her shoulders. Samantha loops the laces together into a tight bow and double knots it.
She laughs to herself but stops, not wanting the girl to see her.
But Lindsay does see and shoots her a dirty look. “Get me out of this, please. Don’t make me wear the helmet.”
Samantha smiles, shaking her head. She runs to the bathroom quickly to grab a stick of the darkest lipstick she can find. “Don’t suppose you’ve got this in black, huh?”
The girl raises an eyebrow. “Since when do you wear lipstick? And black at that?”
Samantha opens the burgundy tube and stares at Lindsay seriously. “I do wear it on occasion, thank you very much. And I think I could totally pull off black. But, this isn’t for me.”
The girl tugs at the mesh jersey over her padded shoulders. A number 7 is printed on the back; Samantha wonders if Lindsay noticed this and realized this particular jersey was chosen for that reason - her lucky number.
“Last I checked football players didn’t wear lipstick,” Lindsay says as the woman comes at her with the tube. She’s stunned when Samantha bypasses her lips and puts streaks of the waxy substance, instead, atop her cheekbones.
Samantha caps the lipstick and takes a step back to get a better look at the girl.
“Well, go ahead and laugh then. I can tell you want to,” Lindsay says, slouching beneath the weight of the shoulder pads.
“I think you look cute,” Samantha says, reaching behind the girl to pull her hair from its ponytail. She brings some of forward, dropping strands of red hair onto her shoulders.
Lindsay looks unconvinced.
“Seriously, I’ve never wanted to sleep with a football player until right now,” she says with a laugh. Lindsay body checks her onto the bed.
“Grow up, Samantha!” the girl says jokingly as she readjusts her jersey.
Samantha rests on her elbows, propping herself up slightly. She smiles genuinely at Lindsay. “You sure have.”
Lindsay blushes and throws a soft pig-skinned prop at the woman. “What’s the supposed to mean?”
Samantha gets up and walks slowly toward the girl. “You’ve come a long way from the young girl you were when I first met you. I’m impressed.” She places her hands on Lindsay’s hips and lays her head playfully against a padded shoulder.
“About time, eh?” Lindsay says with a laugh. She plants a soft kiss on the top of the woman’s head.
Samantha lifts her head and looks the girl seriously in the eye. “It’s been worth the wait - trust me.”
Lindsay blushes again and lowers her head bashfully. The woman grabs her face between both palms and pulls her in for a kiss. Awkwardly, she removes the mesh jersey from Lindsay’s torso and leaves her standing in shoulder pads and a bright pink bra.
The girl pushes her toward the bed, knocking her down onto her back. She wiggles out of her shoulder pads and pins Samantha to the mattress. As she leans her face closer, seemingly for a kiss, the woman begins to untie the strings of her football shorts.
Samantha’s lips are puckered for a kiss while Lindsay’s are slightly parted. The woman goes for the kiss but instead gets a lipstick smeared cheekbone to the mouth.
Lindsay flashes her a mischievous smile before standing up and walking to her closet. “Your turn!”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 814 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay insists that Samantha leave the room while she changes. The woman laughs but complies, calling the dogs to follow her.
Cadillac wiggles out from under the bed, an old t-shirt of Lindsay’s hanging around her thick neck. Monroe follows close behind, a bra cup sitting on his head.
“Looks like they want to play too,” Samantha says, picking the clothes up into her arms. She exits the room; once she is safely outside, Lindsay slams the door behind her.
Samantha wanders through the house, trying to busy herself while Lindsay suits up. Suddenly thirsty, she opens the fridge to get a drink. She spies a case of her favourite beer on the bottom ledge and smiles. The girl doesn’t drink beer and so she knows it was bought especially for her. She has to appreciate this new Lindsay - more thoughtful and domestic.
Just as she cracks one open and takes a small sip, she hears the girl yell from the other room. She drags her bare feet across the floor all the way to the bedroom.
“This is ridiculous. How does anyone wear this shit?” Lindsay mumbles, standing behind the door; Samantha can’t see her yet.
When she finally gets past the door, Samantha finds Lindsay trying to tie the strings on a pair of cotton bottoms. She sets down her glass bottle on a nearby dresser and approaches the girl. “Need some help?”
Lindsay struggles with the strings, her arms unable to move with a large obstacle blocking her shoulders. Samantha loops the laces together into a tight bow and double knots it.
She laughs to herself but stops, not wanting the girl to see her.
But Lindsay does see and shoots her a dirty look. “Get me out of this, please. Don’t make me wear the helmet.”
Samantha smiles, shaking her head. She runs to the bathroom quickly to grab a stick of the darkest lipstick she can find. “Don’t suppose you’ve got this in black, huh?”
The girl raises an eyebrow. “Since when do you wear lipstick? And black at that?”
Samantha opens the burgundy tube and stares at Lindsay seriously. “I do wear it on occasion, thank you very much. And I think I could totally pull off black. But, this isn’t for me.”
The girl tugs at the mesh jersey over her padded shoulders. A number 7 is printed on the back; Samantha wonders if Lindsay noticed this and realized this particular jersey was chosen for that reason - her lucky number.
“Last I checked football players didn’t wear lipstick,” Lindsay says as the woman comes at her with the tube. She’s stunned when Samantha bypasses her lips and puts streaks of the waxy substance, instead, atop her cheekbones.
Samantha caps the lipstick and takes a step back to get a better look at the girl.
“Well, go ahead and laugh then. I can tell you want to,” Lindsay says, slouching beneath the weight of the shoulder pads.
“I think you look cute,” Samantha says, reaching behind the girl to pull her hair from its ponytail. She brings some of forward, dropping strands of red hair onto her shoulders.
Lindsay looks unconvinced.
“Seriously, I’ve never wanted to sleep with a football player until right now,” she says with a laugh. Lindsay body checks her onto the bed.
“Grow up, Samantha!” the girl says jokingly as she readjusts her jersey.
Samantha rests on her elbows, propping herself up slightly. She smiles genuinely at Lindsay. “You sure have.”
Lindsay blushes and throws a soft pig-skinned prop at the woman. “What’s the supposed to mean?”
Samantha gets up and walks slowly toward the girl. “You’ve come a long way from the young girl you were when I first met you. I’m impressed.” She places her hands on Lindsay’s hips and lays her head playfully against a padded shoulder.
“About time, eh?” Lindsay says with a laugh. She plants a soft kiss on the top of the woman’s head.
Samantha lifts her head and looks the girl seriously in the eye. “It’s been worth the wait - trust me.”
Lindsay blushes again and lowers her head bashfully. The woman grabs her face between both palms and pulls her in for a kiss. Awkwardly, she removes the mesh jersey from Lindsay’s torso and leaves her standing in shoulder pads and a bright pink bra.
The girl pushes her toward the bed, knocking her down onto her back. She wiggles out of her shoulder pads and pins Samantha to the mattress. As she leans her face closer, seemingly for a kiss, the woman begins to untie the strings of her football shorts.
Samantha’s lips are puckered for a kiss while Lindsay’s are slightly parted. The woman goes for the kiss but instead gets a lipstick smeared cheekbone to the mouth.
Lindsay flashes her a mischievous smile before standing up and walking to her closet. “Your turn!”