All I Want is You - Part 17
Title: All I Want is You - Part 17
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 731 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay meets her just inside the door, the girl’s face flushed from dancing. “Hey, I was just coming out to look for you.”
Samantha smiles and slides an arm around the girl’s waist. “I was going to invite you out for a smoke but you looked like you were having fun.” She spies her younger half-sister, Annabelle, still dancing up a storm inside. Lindsay nods and fans herself.
“I’m really glad things worked out tonight,” the girl says, leaning her head on Samantha’s shoulder. Her heavy eyelids begin to droop; it’s been a long, stressful day and all she wants to do is go home and curl up next to her favourite DJ.
Samantha nods. “Me too.”
Lindsay yawns and goes to walk away, pulling a pack of Parliaments from inside her purse. Samantha catches her by the thumb. “I need some fresh air, babe. You can come with, if you want,” Lindsay says, not looking up from her purse.
Slowly and inconspicuously, Samantha pulls the small box from her jacket pocket and slips it into Lindsay’s possession. The girl looks into her hand and blushes, giggling.
“Open it,” Samantha urges. Her eyes light up to see Lindsay so bashful.
The girl pinches the sides of the box to open it, squinting her eyes. She’s eager to see it but always feels undeserving of Samantha’s gifts.
At first, she simply sees the white gold band, inscribed with the words “You Have Me”. Samantha watches her face carefully, waiting for that moment of recognition. Finally, Lindsay spies the shiny stone - simple and embedded into the band - and she gasps. She looks to Samantha in awe. “Is this…?”
“It’s exactly what you think it is - if you want it to be?” Samantha chews nervously on her bottom lip. She’s not worried the answer will be no - not even a little - but she feels bad about the circumstance and her lack of a traditional proposal. Until recently, she hadn’t seriously considered marriage and therefore a clever proposal was unthought of.
Lindsay’s eyes well up but she desperately fights away the tears until wrapping her arms tightly around Samantha’s shoulders in a passionate embrace. The woman can’t help herself - she chokes up a little also.
When Lindsay finally lets go, she places both palms flat on Samantha’s cheeks, the thin band fitting perfectly around her left finger. She grins enthusiastically at her. “It’s perfect - you’re perfect.”
Samantha smiles. “What do you say we get out of here?” Lindsay, still yawning, agrees and asks the valet to get her car.
They’ll take hers and leave Samantha’s for Charlotte and Ann. They can stay out as late as they want, Lindsay thinks - and she hopes they will. She can’t wait to spend the entire night next to her future wife.
Samantha drives Lindsay’s car, speeding most of the way - after a night like tonight, both women are eager for some leisure time - or maybe a little engagement celebration.
They are both very tired, dragging their feet in unison as they make their way slowly into the house. Lindsay kicks off her shoes and gets a drink of water. Samantha tosses her jacket into the closet and cracks open a can of red bull.
“I’m exhausted,” Lindsay says, leaning against the kitchen counter. She lifts an arm, running her fingers through long locks of hair. Samantha approaches her and leans her body weight against the girl. Lindsay takes the woman’s left hand in hers, intertwining their fingers so that their rings touch.
“Mmm…me too,” Samantha mumbles, resting her lips on the girl’s bare and freckled shoulder.
“Guess we should go to bed then,” Lindsay says, almost questioningly. She kisses Samantha’s cheek; the woman bites down gently on her shoulder. As she does this, her mouth curls into a mischievous grin.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
When she was younger, Lindsay always worried she would end up in terrible sexless marriage, forever bound to someone she no longer wants to go to bed with at night. But with Samantha, she can’t wait to spend every single night wrapped up with her and know she’ll wake up content and glowing.
Samantha walks to the bedroom, Lindsay trailing closely behind. They don’t turn on the lights - neither of them looks for pajamas before crawling into bed - they know they won’t be sleeping for at least a few more hours.
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 731 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay meets her just inside the door, the girl’s face flushed from dancing. “Hey, I was just coming out to look for you.”
Samantha smiles and slides an arm around the girl’s waist. “I was going to invite you out for a smoke but you looked like you were having fun.” She spies her younger half-sister, Annabelle, still dancing up a storm inside. Lindsay nods and fans herself.
“I’m really glad things worked out tonight,” the girl says, leaning her head on Samantha’s shoulder. Her heavy eyelids begin to droop; it’s been a long, stressful day and all she wants to do is go home and curl up next to her favourite DJ.
Samantha nods. “Me too.”
Lindsay yawns and goes to walk away, pulling a pack of Parliaments from inside her purse. Samantha catches her by the thumb. “I need some fresh air, babe. You can come with, if you want,” Lindsay says, not looking up from her purse.
Slowly and inconspicuously, Samantha pulls the small box from her jacket pocket and slips it into Lindsay’s possession. The girl looks into her hand and blushes, giggling.
“Open it,” Samantha urges. Her eyes light up to see Lindsay so bashful.
The girl pinches the sides of the box to open it, squinting her eyes. She’s eager to see it but always feels undeserving of Samantha’s gifts.
At first, she simply sees the white gold band, inscribed with the words “You Have Me”. Samantha watches her face carefully, waiting for that moment of recognition. Finally, Lindsay spies the shiny stone - simple and embedded into the band - and she gasps. She looks to Samantha in awe. “Is this…?”
“It’s exactly what you think it is - if you want it to be?” Samantha chews nervously on her bottom lip. She’s not worried the answer will be no - not even a little - but she feels bad about the circumstance and her lack of a traditional proposal. Until recently, she hadn’t seriously considered marriage and therefore a clever proposal was unthought of.
Lindsay’s eyes well up but she desperately fights away the tears until wrapping her arms tightly around Samantha’s shoulders in a passionate embrace. The woman can’t help herself - she chokes up a little also.
When Lindsay finally lets go, she places both palms flat on Samantha’s cheeks, the thin band fitting perfectly around her left finger. She grins enthusiastically at her. “It’s perfect - you’re perfect.”
Samantha smiles. “What do you say we get out of here?” Lindsay, still yawning, agrees and asks the valet to get her car.
They’ll take hers and leave Samantha’s for Charlotte and Ann. They can stay out as late as they want, Lindsay thinks - and she hopes they will. She can’t wait to spend the entire night next to her future wife.
Samantha drives Lindsay’s car, speeding most of the way - after a night like tonight, both women are eager for some leisure time - or maybe a little engagement celebration.
They are both very tired, dragging their feet in unison as they make their way slowly into the house. Lindsay kicks off her shoes and gets a drink of water. Samantha tosses her jacket into the closet and cracks open a can of red bull.
“I’m exhausted,” Lindsay says, leaning against the kitchen counter. She lifts an arm, running her fingers through long locks of hair. Samantha approaches her and leans her body weight against the girl. Lindsay takes the woman’s left hand in hers, intertwining their fingers so that their rings touch.
“Mmm…me too,” Samantha mumbles, resting her lips on the girl’s bare and freckled shoulder.
“Guess we should go to bed then,” Lindsay says, almost questioningly. She kisses Samantha’s cheek; the woman bites down gently on her shoulder. As she does this, her mouth curls into a mischievous grin.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
When she was younger, Lindsay always worried she would end up in terrible sexless marriage, forever bound to someone she no longer wants to go to bed with at night. But with Samantha, she can’t wait to spend every single night wrapped up with her and know she’ll wake up content and glowing.
Samantha walks to the bedroom, Lindsay trailing closely behind. They don’t turn on the lights - neither of them looks for pajamas before crawling into bed - they know they won’t be sleeping for at least a few more hours.