All I Want is You - Part 10
Title: All I Want is You - Part 10
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 750 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha stays lying down, lets out a dramatic sigh and covers her face with both palms. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, you know that right?”
Lindsay laughs and pulls the woman to her feet. “You just had me dressed in a football uniform. And you said you wanted to be more feminine. I don’t think wearing a dress is going to kill you.”
The woman slouches as she stands. “I’m not so sure about that actually.”
Lindsay smiles, shaking her head. She walks towards her expansive closet and thumbs through several colourful dresses. Samantha sidles up beside her and groans.
“How is it at all possible that your twin sister designs dresses and you can’t stand to be in them?”
Samantha shrugs and crosses her arms across her chest. “I don’t hate them. I just hate them on me.”
Lindsay turns to face her. “You shouldn’t. I think you’d look beautiful in a dress.” She smiles and looks back to the closet.
After looking for another moment, she gasps.
“What?” Samantha says. “Did you just picture me in a dress and hate it?”
Lindsay laughs and grabs a dress hanging near one end of her closet.
“Nope, I found the perfect one for you.” She hands Samantha the hanger. “Now go!”
Lindsay ushers the woman into the washroom and closes the door behind her with an excited giggle.
While Samantha changes, Lindsay takes off the rest of her costume and tries on a few of her own dresses. For months her life has been chaos - as much as she loves being back to work, this is a welcome escape. She feels like a little girl again, playing dress-up in mommy’s closet.
“How’s it going in there?” Lindsay calls through the bathroom door. Samantha doesn’t respond right away.
“I look ridiculous. I’m not coming out there,” Samantha finally says. Lindsay can hear her fussing with the material behind the door.
“No, no, don’t take it off. Please just come out here and show me!”
She hears the door unlock. Samantha hesitates.
“Come on. I bet I can take it off of you faster than you put it on,” Lindsay teases, wrapping her hand around the doorknob. She and Samantha turn it at the same time and the door opens.
Nervously, Samantha steps out from behind the door. Lindsay grins and motions for her to spin around. The dress is denim and form fitting. It’s also familiar - the same dress that Lindsay wore years ago to a fashion week event. Samantha recognizes it as a design made by her sister - it makes her realize that she’s never worn any of the dresses Charlotte makes - maybe she’ll start because this one is unbelievably comfortable.
Despite this comfort, Samantha still feels self-conscious about the dress and the way it hangs from her. “It looked way better on you,” she says as she fondly remembers the way the dress hugged to each one of the girl’s curves. She remembers thinking how much nicer it looked on Lindsay than on the stick-thin model chosen for Charlotte’s show.
“I think you look incredible,” Lindsay says, staring at the woman in awe. She admires Samantha’s muscular legs, the way the dress wraps around her thin hips and shows off her curves the way her baggy t-shirts don’t - the dress’s built-in bra even accentuates cleavage the woman never knew she had.
Lindsay wishes Samantha could see herself this way - beautiful, ladylike and perfect in every way.
Samantha blushes as she watches the girl’s eyes travel up her body, back down again and return to her face. “Thank you,” the woman says bashfully, quietly.
Lindsay steps forward and sets her hands on Samantha’s hips. She pulls the woman closer and wraps her arms around her back. Flattening her palms, she slides them up Samantha’s back to the top of the dress’s zipper. She tugs gently on the zipper until it gives way, just a little.
“Wanna try another one on?” Lindsay asks, her eyes captivated by the woman’s most feminine appendages; though small, Samantha’s breasts look particularly round and inviting in the dress. The girl holds the zipper in its place, not wanting to take the dress off while also wanting to tear it off and indulge in the woman’s body.
Samantha grins. She could get used to this dress and all the extra attention from Lindsay it brings her. “Maybe later. First, I’d like to see just how quickly you can get me out of this one.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 750 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha stays lying down, lets out a dramatic sigh and covers her face with both palms. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, you know that right?”
Lindsay laughs and pulls the woman to her feet. “You just had me dressed in a football uniform. And you said you wanted to be more feminine. I don’t think wearing a dress is going to kill you.”
The woman slouches as she stands. “I’m not so sure about that actually.”
Lindsay smiles, shaking her head. She walks towards her expansive closet and thumbs through several colourful dresses. Samantha sidles up beside her and groans.
“How is it at all possible that your twin sister designs dresses and you can’t stand to be in them?”
Samantha shrugs and crosses her arms across her chest. “I don’t hate them. I just hate them on me.”
Lindsay turns to face her. “You shouldn’t. I think you’d look beautiful in a dress.” She smiles and looks back to the closet.
After looking for another moment, she gasps.
“What?” Samantha says. “Did you just picture me in a dress and hate it?”
Lindsay laughs and grabs a dress hanging near one end of her closet.
“Nope, I found the perfect one for you.” She hands Samantha the hanger. “Now go!”
Lindsay ushers the woman into the washroom and closes the door behind her with an excited giggle.
While Samantha changes, Lindsay takes off the rest of her costume and tries on a few of her own dresses. For months her life has been chaos - as much as she loves being back to work, this is a welcome escape. She feels like a little girl again, playing dress-up in mommy’s closet.
“How’s it going in there?” Lindsay calls through the bathroom door. Samantha doesn’t respond right away.
“I look ridiculous. I’m not coming out there,” Samantha finally says. Lindsay can hear her fussing with the material behind the door.
“No, no, don’t take it off. Please just come out here and show me!”
She hears the door unlock. Samantha hesitates.
“Come on. I bet I can take it off of you faster than you put it on,” Lindsay teases, wrapping her hand around the doorknob. She and Samantha turn it at the same time and the door opens.
Nervously, Samantha steps out from behind the door. Lindsay grins and motions for her to spin around. The dress is denim and form fitting. It’s also familiar - the same dress that Lindsay wore years ago to a fashion week event. Samantha recognizes it as a design made by her sister - it makes her realize that she’s never worn any of the dresses Charlotte makes - maybe she’ll start because this one is unbelievably comfortable.
Despite this comfort, Samantha still feels self-conscious about the dress and the way it hangs from her. “It looked way better on you,” she says as she fondly remembers the way the dress hugged to each one of the girl’s curves. She remembers thinking how much nicer it looked on Lindsay than on the stick-thin model chosen for Charlotte’s show.
“I think you look incredible,” Lindsay says, staring at the woman in awe. She admires Samantha’s muscular legs, the way the dress wraps around her thin hips and shows off her curves the way her baggy t-shirts don’t - the dress’s built-in bra even accentuates cleavage the woman never knew she had.
Lindsay wishes Samantha could see herself this way - beautiful, ladylike and perfect in every way.
Samantha blushes as she watches the girl’s eyes travel up her body, back down again and return to her face. “Thank you,” the woman says bashfully, quietly.
Lindsay steps forward and sets her hands on Samantha’s hips. She pulls the woman closer and wraps her arms around her back. Flattening her palms, she slides them up Samantha’s back to the top of the dress’s zipper. She tugs gently on the zipper until it gives way, just a little.
“Wanna try another one on?” Lindsay asks, her eyes captivated by the woman’s most feminine appendages; though small, Samantha’s breasts look particularly round and inviting in the dress. The girl holds the zipper in its place, not wanting to take the dress off while also wanting to tear it off and indulge in the woman’s body.
Samantha grins. She could get used to this dress and all the extra attention from Lindsay it brings her. “Maybe later. First, I’d like to see just how quickly you can get me out of this one.”