Title: The Tangent
Author: sportysmurf
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP, Smut, NOT SAFE FOR WORK – This takes us on a tangent – instead of heading out on their lovely date, something quite different happens! Think Pt 5 starts and then diverges after Cindy runs back into the bedroom...
Word Count: 1,077
Notes: This was at the request / many pokes from some of you out there. Now, I know I said I don't do smut well. I don't. I am the writer of cute fluffy bits that amuse and bring out the playfulness of my fave characters…but having been poked. A lot. Here goes. Hope you like it.
Beta: emthefrootloop
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine they’re James Patterson’s and I’m only playing with them.
Archiving: Only with permission from the author.  

 The Tangent
by sportysmurf

Lindsay suddenly found herself in the company of a flushed and determined young reporter. Sensing something different in the redhead’s demeanor, she peered down into sparkling hazel eyes, searching for some indication of what had changed. Whatever it was caused Cindy to tightly clasp her hand and pull her close. 

Cindy gazed defiantly up into dark, startled eyes and dared the brunette to stop her from claiming her lips. A hand wound into dark locks to pull her head down and a small, warm body pressed itself tightly along the length of Lindsay’s body. Too impatient to be gentle, soft lips pressed firmly and invasively against those of her quarry. 

Hardly daring to breathe, she finally drew back and stared through lowered lashes at the dazzled inspector. Not surprisingly, her stunned date looked close to panic. But the absent-minded examination of the lips she had so recently bruised by the tip of Lindsay’s tongue indicated that she wasn’t nearly as surprised or distressed as she might look.

‘Did that – what just happened?’ Lindsay thought. The inspector found that her heart was racing and her breathing had become rapid and shallow - she was almost panting. She was totally unaware of the image she made, slipping her tongue across her lips.

She was, however, incredibly aware of the closeness and heat of Cindy’s body and her hands, which were now meandering around her back and hip. Despite the fact that she was still processing the kiss she’d just experienced, she was strangely unafraid of what was happening. There was none of the stomach-churning nausea that had accompanied the few dates she’d had since Tom. She wasn’t feeling any of the absolute terror she thought she would feel if something like this were to happen. In fact, she recognized that it wasn’t panic that she was feeling – it was excitement.

This translated into the realization that she’d always known that this would happen and that she truly wanted it. Truly wanted Cindy. Of course, she had been assisted in this knowledge by the actions of a very determined young redhead who was, even now, guiding her towards the inevitable. 

Mere seconds had passed since Cindy had leaned back from her soon-to-be-lover’s lips. She’d taken to exploring the expanse of skin bared to her touch by Lindsay’s dress. And was not entirely surprised when she felt the inspector’s fingers glide down her back to pull her in tighter.

Lindsay nudged her knee between Cindy’s thighs and leaned down to crush their lips together. Taking this as a sign that the brunette no longer had any reservations about re-defining their relationship, Cindy raised her hands and proceeded to slip the dress from Lindsay’s shoulders. Grinding her hips forward against the leg between them, she forced the taller woman back against the door, drawing a strangled groan from her mouth.

She pushed Lindsay’s hands away to allow the dress to fall from her arms and hang off her hips. Gasping, she closed her eyes to preserve the image of perfectly formed breasts, capped with taut nipples. Leaning back in, she focused first on touch, smoothing the backs of her hands across pebbled skin then cupping each breast to circle her thumbs around their points. 

Looking up, she watched as Lindsay uttered soft moans and arched her back. The brunette’s head was turned to one side and her lips were parted to allow her tongue to flicker out and taste both the air and her teeth. Her legs had spread and she was rocking against Cindy’s hip.

Lindsay let out a whimper of loss when Cindy dropped her hands to slide the dress completely off. As it fell in a puddle of blue satin on the floor, she kicked it away and leaned back panting against the door. Her eyes were closed and her hands splayed out, one against the door by her head, the other down by her left hip.

The sight before the redhead’s eyes was enough to bring out a growl of excitement. Lindsay looked like a Greek goddess brought to life for her enjoyment. Returning her left hand to a trembling nipple, she set her lips to the pulse point of the exposed half of Lindsay’s neck and nibbled downwards. 

Taking the other nipple into her mouth, she sucked and flicked and bit voraciously, causing the inspector to writhe against her and moan deliciously. Sliding her unoccupied hand up between their bodies, she searched out her lover’s clitoris and began to rub circles over it. The wetness she encountered caused her to release an ecstatic groan of her own. As her fingers slipped and slid, Lindsay’s hips began a more urgent rhythm against them.

She released the nipple from her lips and slid to her knees, never stopping the constant pace of her fingers. Shouldering Lindsay’s thighs further apart, she inhaled deeply, the scent of musk and wetness and Lindsay assaulting her senses. She bent forward, thrust two fingers up into her lover and was rewarded with a cry that was nearly a scream. Cindy plunged roughly in and out of the wetness, eliciting short panting grunts and answering thrusts from Lindsay’s hips. 

Gripping one trembling thigh for balance and pushing her fingers in a particularly deep thrust, she fluttered her tongue against the sensitive nub. Lindsay screamed, clamped down on Cindy’s fingers and ground her clit against Cindy’s tongue. The redhead gazed up in pleasure and a small amount of discomfort as she rode out the tremors of her lover’s orgasm.

Lindsay’s left hand had come down to tangle painfully in her hair and she had quite naturally clamped down on the fingers inside of her when she came. Cindy was somewhat unprepared, however, when the tall brunette simply collapsed and slid down the door, toppling them over in a heap. 

Cindy resolutely tried to stay calm although Lindsay didn’t seem to be making any attempts to move from her current position slumped across her body. She tentatively tried to get somewhat comfortable, but Lindsay’s dead weight wasn’t making it easy. There were definitely worse positions to be in than awkwardly crumpled beneath the beautiful woman you had just finished making love to, but she was honestly having difficulties breathing.

“Linds?”

“Urmph?” 

“Are you ok?”

“Wunnerful,” came the reply.

At least that’s what Cindy thought she heard before she realized her breathing was actually being made more difficult by the hand running up the inside of her thigh.

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