All I Want is You - Part 13
Title: All I Want is You - Part 13
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1177 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha stares at Lindsay, her mouth agape. She tries to determine whether she heard right or not.
“Well…yes or no?” the girl asks, sounding impatient.
Samantha goes to speak but pauses. Of course she wants to say yes - she wants to scream it - but there are obstacles preventing her from doing so.
“Oh god. Oh god. Way too fast, right? I’m sorry. What if I bought you a ring? ‘Cause I can get one - I’ll even let you pick it out.” The girl rambles; Samantha can’t help but smile.
“Stop. Seriously. Breathe,” Samantha says, watching as the girl begins to hyperventilate.
Once calmness has returned, Samantha rests a hand on the girl’s cheek. She strokes the soft skin with her thumb and smiles.
“I don’t need a ring. I don’t need anything - I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”
Lindsay forces a smile followed by an honest frown. “So why don’t you want to marry me then?”
Samantha chuckles. “I never said I didn’t want to. Of course I want to.” She brushes the back of her hand against the girl’s face. “Just not yet.”
Lindsay is confused. She doesn’t understand - considering their recent happiness - what could possibly be standing between them and spending the rest of their lives together.
“What’s the hold up?” Lindsay asks defensively. She doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding that way and regrets it immediately. She hopes her apologetic expression will convince Samantha to forgive her.
The woman wishes she didn’t have to explain anything - if she could marry Lindsay this very instant, she would.
“Well, first of all, we’d have to go out of state.” Samantha sighs, having spent years actively fighting against Proposition 8. Of course, it had been repealed for several months while she and Lindsay weren’t together and had been passed again mere months before their reunion.
Lindsay nods.
“And last I checked, our families still hate each other.” Samantha shrugs. She decides she won’t even begin to discuss where either of them stands with each other’s friends. Many of her closest friends still think of Lindsay as the immature and manipulative young girl she used to be. She knows when they see how much she’s changed each one of them will gladly offer her their blessing. But it’s convincing them to give the girl another chance that poses the biggest challenge.
Lindsay nods again. She understands - but that doesn’t mean she likes it.
“So where should we start?” the girl asks, resting her head again on Samantha’s shoulder.
The woman ponders but doesn’t speak, hesitant of her thoughts.
“It’s Mark’s birthday tomorrow. He’s having a thing at Chateau. I think you should come.”
Lindsay sits up abruptly. She hasn’t seen any of the Ronsons or Dexter-Jones’s since before her split with Samantha - and she wasn’t exactly on good terms with them even then.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, it is your brother’s birthday.” Lindsay looks concerned. Samantha smiles; the old Lindsay wouldn’t have thought twice about crashing a party.
“Honestly, I have no idea. But there’s only one way to find out.”
Lindsay grins nervously and takes a deep breath.
“I have no idea what I’d even wear,” Lindsay says, remembering how important appearance is to prove that she’s changed - just look at where it’s gotten me with Samantha, she thinks.
“Wear one of Charlotte’s designs,” Samantha suggests. “Might as well start off with flattery.”
Suddenly, the woman feels very nervous - not for Lindsay but for herself. She hasn’t even considered what to wear, having been so preoccupied with Lindsay since returning from her last gig. She sighs and slouches. “What about me?”
Lindsay smiles mischievously. “I’ve got lots of dresses you could borrow.”
Samantha throws the girl a sarcastic glare. “Not a chance.”
They clear the table together, clean up the kitchen and get dressed before taking the dogs for a walk. Samantha loves the domesticity of it all - she could certainly get used to doing this for the rest of her life.
When they arrive back at Lindsay’s after a long walk with the dogs, Samantha insists she has to get back home.
“Noooo…” Lindsay says, pouting and wrapping her arms tightly around the woman’s waist. “You can’t go. Monroe is going to be so lonely without Cadillac to play with.”
Samantha laughs. “Well, I’m sure Monroe will survive until Cadillac comes back to play.” She humours the girl, though she knows it won’t be the dogs that miss one another; instead, it will be her and Lindsay.
Lindsay’s pout becomes more exaggerated.
“I’ve barely been home. I haven’t even unpacked and I need to clean up. My mother and Charlotte are crashing with me tomorrow night,” Samantha says, hugging the girl before removing herself from Lindsay’s grip.
The girl sighs sadly. Another night on her own - something she had become accustomed to until Samantha came back into her life. “Fine, but you’ll pick me up tomorrow night, yeah? If I show up alone, I’ll probably be thrown off the property,” Lindsay says, laughing.
Samantha agrees and kisses her. It’s hard to leave after spending such an incredible night together - like playing house - and this marriage talk hasn’t made it any easier either.
She lifts Cadillac into the backseat of her car and climbs in the driver’s seat, waving goodbye to a forlorn looking Lindsay. Samantha hates to leave; she’ll miss the girl, and being alone means more time to worry about the next night’s confrontation.
Walking through her front door, Samantha first notices how quiet her house it. It feels empty and different, like she hasn’t been here in ages.
A light flashes on her answering machine. She plays her messages; several from promoters, a few hang-ups and one from her brother, Mark.
She replays Mark’s message a second and then a third time, listening more closely the final time.
“Hey little one. I hope you’re still coming tomorrow. Charlotte and Mum are coming straight from the airport. Dan’s coming. Jordan’s coming. Fucking everyone is coming so you better make an appearance. Bring whoever you want - it’s going to be a riot!”
She smiles at her brother’s subtle British accent, diluted from spending most of his time in the U.S., producing records. His accent shines through mostly when he speaks quickly or has had too much to drink - she thinks both may have been factors in this case.
She considers calling him but looks at the time. He’ll likely be out somewhere, she figures, and she doesn’t want to interrupt. Besides, she’ll seem him tomorrow and a more important task is at hand - finding something to wear.
Standing in front of her closet, Samantha scratches her head and sighs, puffing out her cheeks. She wishes she knew what Lindsay planned to wear so she could make her decision based on what would complement that.
She thinks back to Mark’s message and convinces herself everything will be fine.
“Well, big brother,” she thinks out loud. “You said bring whoever I want. I really hope you mean it.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1177 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Samantha stares at Lindsay, her mouth agape. She tries to determine whether she heard right or not.
“Well…yes or no?” the girl asks, sounding impatient.
Samantha goes to speak but pauses. Of course she wants to say yes - she wants to scream it - but there are obstacles preventing her from doing so.
“Oh god. Oh god. Way too fast, right? I’m sorry. What if I bought you a ring? ‘Cause I can get one - I’ll even let you pick it out.” The girl rambles; Samantha can’t help but smile.
“Stop. Seriously. Breathe,” Samantha says, watching as the girl begins to hyperventilate.
Once calmness has returned, Samantha rests a hand on the girl’s cheek. She strokes the soft skin with her thumb and smiles.
“I don’t need a ring. I don’t need anything - I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”
Lindsay forces a smile followed by an honest frown. “So why don’t you want to marry me then?”
Samantha chuckles. “I never said I didn’t want to. Of course I want to.” She brushes the back of her hand against the girl’s face. “Just not yet.”
Lindsay is confused. She doesn’t understand - considering their recent happiness - what could possibly be standing between them and spending the rest of their lives together.
“What’s the hold up?” Lindsay asks defensively. She doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding that way and regrets it immediately. She hopes her apologetic expression will convince Samantha to forgive her.
The woman wishes she didn’t have to explain anything - if she could marry Lindsay this very instant, she would.
“Well, first of all, we’d have to go out of state.” Samantha sighs, having spent years actively fighting against Proposition 8. Of course, it had been repealed for several months while she and Lindsay weren’t together and had been passed again mere months before their reunion.
Lindsay nods.
“And last I checked, our families still hate each other.” Samantha shrugs. She decides she won’t even begin to discuss where either of them stands with each other’s friends. Many of her closest friends still think of Lindsay as the immature and manipulative young girl she used to be. She knows when they see how much she’s changed each one of them will gladly offer her their blessing. But it’s convincing them to give the girl another chance that poses the biggest challenge.
Lindsay nods again. She understands - but that doesn’t mean she likes it.
“So where should we start?” the girl asks, resting her head again on Samantha’s shoulder.
The woman ponders but doesn’t speak, hesitant of her thoughts.
“It’s Mark’s birthday tomorrow. He’s having a thing at Chateau. I think you should come.”
Lindsay sits up abruptly. She hasn’t seen any of the Ronsons or Dexter-Jones’s since before her split with Samantha - and she wasn’t exactly on good terms with them even then.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, it is your brother’s birthday.” Lindsay looks concerned. Samantha smiles; the old Lindsay wouldn’t have thought twice about crashing a party.
“Honestly, I have no idea. But there’s only one way to find out.”
Lindsay grins nervously and takes a deep breath.
“I have no idea what I’d even wear,” Lindsay says, remembering how important appearance is to prove that she’s changed - just look at where it’s gotten me with Samantha, she thinks.
“Wear one of Charlotte’s designs,” Samantha suggests. “Might as well start off with flattery.”
Suddenly, the woman feels very nervous - not for Lindsay but for herself. She hasn’t even considered what to wear, having been so preoccupied with Lindsay since returning from her last gig. She sighs and slouches. “What about me?”
Lindsay smiles mischievously. “I’ve got lots of dresses you could borrow.”
Samantha throws the girl a sarcastic glare. “Not a chance.”
They clear the table together, clean up the kitchen and get dressed before taking the dogs for a walk. Samantha loves the domesticity of it all - she could certainly get used to doing this for the rest of her life.
When they arrive back at Lindsay’s after a long walk with the dogs, Samantha insists she has to get back home.
“Noooo…” Lindsay says, pouting and wrapping her arms tightly around the woman’s waist. “You can’t go. Monroe is going to be so lonely without Cadillac to play with.”
Samantha laughs. “Well, I’m sure Monroe will survive until Cadillac comes back to play.” She humours the girl, though she knows it won’t be the dogs that miss one another; instead, it will be her and Lindsay.
Lindsay’s pout becomes more exaggerated.
“I’ve barely been home. I haven’t even unpacked and I need to clean up. My mother and Charlotte are crashing with me tomorrow night,” Samantha says, hugging the girl before removing herself from Lindsay’s grip.
The girl sighs sadly. Another night on her own - something she had become accustomed to until Samantha came back into her life. “Fine, but you’ll pick me up tomorrow night, yeah? If I show up alone, I’ll probably be thrown off the property,” Lindsay says, laughing.
Samantha agrees and kisses her. It’s hard to leave after spending such an incredible night together - like playing house - and this marriage talk hasn’t made it any easier either.
She lifts Cadillac into the backseat of her car and climbs in the driver’s seat, waving goodbye to a forlorn looking Lindsay. Samantha hates to leave; she’ll miss the girl, and being alone means more time to worry about the next night’s confrontation.
Walking through her front door, Samantha first notices how quiet her house it. It feels empty and different, like she hasn’t been here in ages.
A light flashes on her answering machine. She plays her messages; several from promoters, a few hang-ups and one from her brother, Mark.
She replays Mark’s message a second and then a third time, listening more closely the final time.
“Hey little one. I hope you’re still coming tomorrow. Charlotte and Mum are coming straight from the airport. Dan’s coming. Jordan’s coming. Fucking everyone is coming so you better make an appearance. Bring whoever you want - it’s going to be a riot!”
She smiles at her brother’s subtle British accent, diluted from spending most of his time in the U.S., producing records. His accent shines through mostly when he speaks quickly or has had too much to drink - she thinks both may have been factors in this case.
She considers calling him but looks at the time. He’ll likely be out somewhere, she figures, and she doesn’t want to interrupt. Besides, she’ll seem him tomorrow and a more important task is at hand - finding something to wear.
Standing in front of her closet, Samantha scratches her head and sighs, puffing out her cheeks. She wishes she knew what Lindsay planned to wear so she could make her decision based on what would complement that.
She thinks back to Mark’s message and convinces herself everything will be fine.
“Well, big brother,” she thinks out loud. “You said bring whoever I want. I really hope you mean it.”