Title: Salsa
Night
Author: Demeter94
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Summary: What the title says.
Word Count: 1,395
Notes: Thanks to bcharmer23 & mercurychkita for the beta! This fic comes
with a song - it came to me when I sat in a restaurant and they played La
Tortura by Shakira. The vid to this is all kinds of eye roll, but well, the song
made me do this.
Archiving: Only with permission from
the author.
Salsa Night
By Demeter
Cindy hadn't promised too
much when she'd said it would be a surprise, Lindsay mused when they entered the
club and stepped into another world.
With Jill at a seminar out of town and Claire at a family
gathering on Ed's side, Cindy had suggested they spend Saturday evening together
instead of both hanging out alone, and Lindsay had to admit she liked the idea.
Lindsay would have been okay with the diner, but
Cindy had insisted she get to choose the place. At Carmelita's, there was a big
neon rainbow over the entrance, and a sign on the sidewalk announced 'Salsa
Night'.
That made her turn and look at her friend. Cindy wore
a red dress with a neck holder top and a wide skirt that ended just below her
knees and was a little longer in the back. With her hair made up into a French
roll, Cindy's look was more than appropriate for the occasion.
The moments ticked by until Lindsay realized she was
staring. She cleared her throat.
"You should have told me," she complained.
"I'm way underdressed here." Next to Cindy, anyway. She'd just put on
black jeans and a black tank top, assuming they'd find a bar and have some
drinks and conversation. Some of the other women were casually dressed as well,
but mostly it looked like a dance contest. Everybody seemed to be having fun,
though.
"You're perfect." Cindy smiled and then
blushed as if her words had only just registered with her. "I mean, if you
want to be somewhere else tonight, it's okay, I just thought--"
Her uncharacteristic uncertainty was a hint that
Lindsay didn't know how to take. "It's all right, I don't mind. Why are we
here, though? It seemed important to you."
"Well, yeah." They had chosen a less
perfect spot to have this conversation; between the dance floor and the buffet,
they were in the way of people coming and going. Cindy looked at her feet for a
moment, then she took a deep breath, making eye contact again, and she blurted
out, "Okay, now you know. Yes, I come here often. Yes, I date women."
For some reason Lindsay couldn't quite fathom, she
felt her own cheeks warm and was glad that with the way the light fell, Cindy
couldn't see it. She didn't want her to mistake it for any kind of rejection.
"Oh. Okay." This revelation was of more relevance to her than she
could afford to show now, so she just shrugged. "Got it. As long as you
don't expect me to dance, we'll be fine. How about a drink now?"
"Yes, sure." Cindy's expression was a study
in between utter relief and faint disappointment. Well, how had she expected
Lindsay to react anyway? This was San Francisco. You weren't completely
straight, big deal - not. Only, somehow, the fact that it was Cindy, was one
hell of a big deal. It meant possibilities Lindsay hadn't dared to think about.
Okay, that was a lie. She had -- but it didn't matter.
"Hey." Cindy grinned. "Maybe after
those few drinks you'll change your mind about dancing?"
"In your dreams, Thomas."
***
As the evening proceeded, Lindsay found that she hadn't
enjoyed herself this much in a long time. The music felt like freedom, from the
demands of her job and her own expectations that she hardly ever allowed
herself.
Food and drinks were as amazing as Cindy had
promised, a treat for the senses. Conversations with Cindy Thomas were always a
pleasure. She leaned back into her chair, the alcohol not yet having lowered her
inhibitions to make it onto the dance floor. They were surely lowered enough to
ask nosy questions, though.
"So - I get it that you like girls, but why this
place? Have you ever danced Salsa?"
"Yeah, I did." Cindy smiled, reminiscing.
When did she begin to think of Cindy as beautiful?
Lindsay found that slightly disconcerting.
"After my parents' divorce, my mom and my
stepfather moved us to Chile for five years. I learned to speak Spanish pretty
well - and to dance Salsa with a girl."
Lindsay coughed a little, because the way Cindy had
said it implicated a little more than... dancing.
It brought up long-forgotten memories, and here in
this setting, they made her daring, and maybe a little careless. "Now I
know why your Spanish is flawless." She downed the rest of her drink.
"I think I've had enough to drink to want to test how you dance."
Lindsay, shut up!
Cindy's eyes got really wide at that.
"Really?"
"Tom and I went to a class once... after a
while, our schedules didn't match up very well, and I guess he lost interest a
little. I wanted to finish, and there was this girl whose boyfriend left her in
the middle of it. We teamed up, learned both sides."
"How did Tom react?"
Lindsay shrugged, remembering his reaction clearly.
"I guess he was just glad it wasn't a guy. That meant no danger."
"Of course." Cindy cast her an amused gaze.
"So you can lead? You are so not going to get out of here without showing
me."
"You know what, I think you're daring me. You
sure you can keep up?"
Cindy got up very slowly, walking around the table to
drop a perfect curtsy in front of Lindsay. "So, Inspector, want to
dance?"
Hell, yes.
She took her friend's outstretched hand and
pulled her up, nearly forgetting to breathe when the movement brought their
bodies really close together. Lindsay had only a few moments of panic that she
wouldn't remember the steps and embarrass herself, but that thought vanished in
a heartbeat when they had reached the dance floor, and the music came on.
She'd been pretty good once, and practicing with Kate
had been a lot of fun. But that hadn't prepared her for the experience of
getting up close with Cindy.
They fit together perfectly.
She had never had that much practice with Tom, and
with Kate it had all been giggles and some blushes, but this -- it was a world
of different. Never before had dancing seemed a sensual seduction, a suggestion,
and yes, Lindsay knew of course that was all it was.
It wasn't like Cindy was making a pass at her tonight
- if she'd wanted to, it would have happened a long time ago, so, sadly, Lindsay
had to accept that she simply wasn't interested. But she had this dance.
Realizing all that she couldn't have... would be bittersweet, but it wasn't the
first time in her life she'd been left wanting more.
The song wound down, leaving them fairly breathless
in the middle of the dance floor, realizing that some of the other couples had
made room for them, watching and obviously enjoying.
Then Cindy stood on her tiptoes and kissed Lindsay,
and she wasn't shy about it either. Right there in the middle of the dance floor
of a women's club, on Salsa Night. Lindsay pulled her closer, hands touching
bare skin since that dress was cut really deep in the back, and Cindy didn't
seem to mind. As first kisses went, this one was perfect. Made you shiver, made
you want more, made you want to never stop kind of perfect, something she hadn't
had in a long time, so Lindsay was very reluctant to let go.
Cindy's joyous smile was worth it, though.
"Isn't this a whole lot more fun than drinks at Papa Joe's?"
Lindsay laughed, then leaned down to drop another
kiss on those tempting lips, just because she could. "We should hang out
more often. Maybe there are other places to go you could show me."
The fully intended double-entendre made her
self-conscious all of a sudden, especially when Cindy seemed baffled. "You
mean that?"
"I rarely say things I don't mean," and
damn if that sounded a little defensive.
The smile was back. "That's what I hope,"
Cindy whispered, close again. "I can sure show you... places."
"I can't wait."
They left the bar soon after that, oblivious to the
looks and smiles that followed them.
And the next time they'd gather at Papa Joe's, Jill
and Claire would be in for a surprise, too, Lindsay thought, smiling to herself
and holding Cindy's hand just a little tighter.
Now, I am ready.
And that was maybe the best surprise ever.