All I Want is You - Part 26
Title: All I Want is You - Part 26
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 903 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay playfully smacks Samantha with the dishtowel and races for the door, fumbling to slip into her shoes.
The dishes can wait. What’s a clean house if there’s no happiness in it?
Samantha trips over Lindsay in the doorway, tugging on her first and then second sneaker in record time. If anyone ever asks her again why she doesn’t bother to tie them, she’ll give them this as her reason.
By a hair, Lindsay reaches the car first but can’t get in because it’s locked. “Unfair! I totally beat you here.”
Samantha huffs and puffs trying to catch her breath. As her adrenaline begins to fade, her movements slow in accordance. She shrugs, a weak grin on her face. “Tie-breaker then.”
Lindsay looks at the woman confused. She holds up the power lock button and threatens to push it. Lindsay clutches to the door handle, ready to pull it open at first chance.
A sudden click and Lindsay’s door is the first to fly ajar. “HA! I win!”
Samantha smiles and lowers her head in honest defeat. “Fair and square. What was the prize we were competing for exactly?”
The girl ducks into the car and leans back in the comfortable seat waiting for Samantha to join her.
“Whatever I pick out for you today, you have to wear.”
Samantha grumbles and sits forward in the driver’s seat, resting her head on the steering wheel.
“You lost fair and square, babe. And besides, I’m not going to put you in anything ridiculous, I promise.”
They don’t say much; Samantha’s too busy thinking about getting Lindsay undressed, while Lindsay contemplates what she’ll dress Samantha in.
Samantha browses. She scrunches her nose, unimpressed. The outfits are lovely - for someone else, someone like Lindsay. She doesn’t see a single thing that she would choose for herself to wear. And then she supposes that’s why she’s not choosing for herself. No one better to choose your outfit than the person who will be looking at you most.
Lindsay surveys the woman head-to-toe, taking into consideration her body type and complexion. She grins and doesn’t want to look away.
“Nothing ridiculous. You promised.”
Giggling, Lindsay nods her head in confirmation and practically sticks her nose right into each and every rack of clothing in search of the perfect piece for Samantha.
Absentmindedly, Samantha pulls a dress from one of the racks. Without looking at it first, she leans it against herself and spins, mocking the other women in the store.
“Perfect!” Lindsay shouts. Samantha turns to find the girl staring at her with delight. She shrugs, looking confused.
“Did you find something? Am I gonna hate it?”
Lindsay smiles. “No, but you found something. Maybe you’re better at this than I thought.”
Samantha looks down at the dress in her hands. “This? Oh no. I was just messing around.” At second glance, it’s hard to tell but she doesn’t exactly hate it.
“Go try it on. I’ll meet you there in a minute. You’re gonna need shoes to match.”
Samantha obeys but grumbles as she goes. Surely there is a pair of Supras that would work perfectly.
Much to her surprise, Samantha slides the dress on without struggle, like it was made just for her. Even more surprising, she feels comfortable, like she just slid into her favourite pair of skinnies and a hoody. She flattens the material, form-fitting to her figure and reaches down to pull off her socks.
Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the three mirrors in the fitting room, she can’t believe her eyes. She stands up straight, her shoulders back and nods approvingly. Not bad, she thinks to herself, not bad at all.
She spins, leans her head over her shoulder and admires the generous view of her visible back. Normally, she’d find this tacky and unnecessary but instead it’s flattering and sexy.
“You decent in there?” Lindsay shouts through the curtain.
Samantha doesn’t answer, too busy spinning around to look at herself. She’s never been one for staring at her own reflection in the mirror but she still can’t seem to believe what she sees.
The girl slides the curtain aside just enough to sneak in, surprised to see Samantha staring back at her mirror image. “Oh, I thought maybe you were having trouble.”
Samantha shakes her head and smiles; her whole face lights up. “It’s not so bad, right?”
Lindsay steps back and looks at the dress seriously. “You’re kidding, right?”
Second-guessing herself, Samantha frowns and looks down at the dress and again at her reflection in the mirror before dropping her bashful head. “Guess you were right. I’m not so good at this.”
The girl quickly pins Samantha against a mirrored wall. In the opposite mirror, Samantha can perfectly see the girl’s smoldering expression, her eyes smoky and lips ready.
Lindsay bends slightly, placing her palm gently behind Samantha’s knee, sliding it slowly beneath the bottom of the woman’s dress and even slower up her thigh. She presses her other hand against the bottom of Samantha’s bare back forcing her to stand even straighter. Her lips land hard on the woman’s shoulder.
“Mmm… on the contrary, Samantha. You did great.”
The woman groans while smiling. ”You really think so?”
Lindsay’s hand bunches the dress, pulls it to Samantha’s waist and secures it behind her. Nodding, she nibbles gently on the woman’s collarbone. “Mhmm. Now enough about the dress…”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 903 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay playfully smacks Samantha with the dishtowel and races for the door, fumbling to slip into her shoes.
The dishes can wait. What’s a clean house if there’s no happiness in it?
Samantha trips over Lindsay in the doorway, tugging on her first and then second sneaker in record time. If anyone ever asks her again why she doesn’t bother to tie them, she’ll give them this as her reason.
By a hair, Lindsay reaches the car first but can’t get in because it’s locked. “Unfair! I totally beat you here.”
Samantha huffs and puffs trying to catch her breath. As her adrenaline begins to fade, her movements slow in accordance. She shrugs, a weak grin on her face. “Tie-breaker then.”
Lindsay looks at the woman confused. She holds up the power lock button and threatens to push it. Lindsay clutches to the door handle, ready to pull it open at first chance.
A sudden click and Lindsay’s door is the first to fly ajar. “HA! I win!”
Samantha smiles and lowers her head in honest defeat. “Fair and square. What was the prize we were competing for exactly?”
The girl ducks into the car and leans back in the comfortable seat waiting for Samantha to join her.
“Whatever I pick out for you today, you have to wear.”
Samantha grumbles and sits forward in the driver’s seat, resting her head on the steering wheel.
“You lost fair and square, babe. And besides, I’m not going to put you in anything ridiculous, I promise.”
They don’t say much; Samantha’s too busy thinking about getting Lindsay undressed, while Lindsay contemplates what she’ll dress Samantha in.
Samantha browses. She scrunches her nose, unimpressed. The outfits are lovely - for someone else, someone like Lindsay. She doesn’t see a single thing that she would choose for herself to wear. And then she supposes that’s why she’s not choosing for herself. No one better to choose your outfit than the person who will be looking at you most.
Lindsay surveys the woman head-to-toe, taking into consideration her body type and complexion. She grins and doesn’t want to look away.
“Nothing ridiculous. You promised.”
Giggling, Lindsay nods her head in confirmation and practically sticks her nose right into each and every rack of clothing in search of the perfect piece for Samantha.
Absentmindedly, Samantha pulls a dress from one of the racks. Without looking at it first, she leans it against herself and spins, mocking the other women in the store.
“Perfect!” Lindsay shouts. Samantha turns to find the girl staring at her with delight. She shrugs, looking confused.
“Did you find something? Am I gonna hate it?”
Lindsay smiles. “No, but you found something. Maybe you’re better at this than I thought.”
Samantha looks down at the dress in her hands. “This? Oh no. I was just messing around.” At second glance, it’s hard to tell but she doesn’t exactly hate it.
“Go try it on. I’ll meet you there in a minute. You’re gonna need shoes to match.”
Samantha obeys but grumbles as she goes. Surely there is a pair of Supras that would work perfectly.
Much to her surprise, Samantha slides the dress on without struggle, like it was made just for her. Even more surprising, she feels comfortable, like she just slid into her favourite pair of skinnies and a hoody. She flattens the material, form-fitting to her figure and reaches down to pull off her socks.
Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the three mirrors in the fitting room, she can’t believe her eyes. She stands up straight, her shoulders back and nods approvingly. Not bad, she thinks to herself, not bad at all.
She spins, leans her head over her shoulder and admires the generous view of her visible back. Normally, she’d find this tacky and unnecessary but instead it’s flattering and sexy.
“You decent in there?” Lindsay shouts through the curtain.
Samantha doesn’t answer, too busy spinning around to look at herself. She’s never been one for staring at her own reflection in the mirror but she still can’t seem to believe what she sees.
The girl slides the curtain aside just enough to sneak in, surprised to see Samantha staring back at her mirror image. “Oh, I thought maybe you were having trouble.”
Samantha shakes her head and smiles; her whole face lights up. “It’s not so bad, right?”
Lindsay steps back and looks at the dress seriously. “You’re kidding, right?”
Second-guessing herself, Samantha frowns and looks down at the dress and again at her reflection in the mirror before dropping her bashful head. “Guess you were right. I’m not so good at this.”
The girl quickly pins Samantha against a mirrored wall. In the opposite mirror, Samantha can perfectly see the girl’s smoldering expression, her eyes smoky and lips ready.
Lindsay bends slightly, placing her palm gently behind Samantha’s knee, sliding it slowly beneath the bottom of the woman’s dress and even slower up her thigh. She presses her other hand against the bottom of Samantha’s bare back forcing her to stand even straighter. Her lips land hard on the woman’s shoulder.
“Mmm… on the contrary, Samantha. You did great.”
The woman groans while smiling. ”You really think so?”
Lindsay’s hand bunches the dress, pulls it to Samantha’s waist and secures it behind her. Nodding, she nibbles gently on the woman’s collarbone. “Mhmm. Now enough about the dress…”