WMC - Cindy a la Mode - Lindsay/Cindy

[calliopes_muse]

Title: Cindy a la Mode

Fandom: Women’s Murder Club

Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy

Rating: OMFG, is that even legal?!!

Warning: Raunchy, food sex. 

A/N: Sofia gave me a midnight deadline to write this. She’s a slavedriver, I tell ya! A slavedriver! In other words, it’s all her fault.

 

Pushing the food around the plate, Cindy didn’t notice the penetrating stare of the dark-haired woman across from her until Lindsay nearly knocked over her beer in her distracted haze. They had been together for nearly a year. In fact, the anniversary of their first official date was in 12 days, 18 hours, and 31 minutes. Not that Lindsay was counting or anything.

Cindy smiled up at her, “You okay?”

Lindsay fiddled with the label on the beer bottle, “Yeah!” Then she shrugged, “Just thinkin’.”

“About?” Lindsay sighed, not for the first time, at the inquisitive reporter-slash-girlfriend. She still what the hell she was thinking when she kissed Cindy for the first time during one of their more heated arguments about Cindy risking her life for a story.

“I love you, you know that right?” Cindy’s face fell as she fought back the tears she knew would come.

“Nothing ever good starts that way.”

Lindsay panicked, seeing the fear dart across the red-headed face, “No, no! That’s…that’s not what I mean, Cindy. I just…it’s our first anniversary coming up and I wanted to do something special. Not just roses and dinner, but something really…different.”

A shy and relieved smile passed over Cindy’s face.

“Did you have anything in particular in mind?” 

Lindsay flinched, “I was hoping you could help me with that.”

Cindy bit her bottom lip, thinking. Lindsay watched in fascination, having a suddenly urgent desire to kiss the girl senseless.

“I’ve got it!” Lindsay raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

“Yes?”

“The twelve days of Christmas,” Lindsay scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, “Lesbian anniversary style.” When Lindsay continued to look at her blankly, Cindy continued. Her hands becoming animated. “See, each day between now and our anniversary we buy one gift, but instead of giving it to each other every day, we save it up and give it as one big gift on the day of our anniversary.”

Lindsay expected more and was less than enthused, “Yeah, I guess that could be fun.”

Cindy smirked and upped the ante, “Oh, and a couple of more little rules: the gifts can be as naughty or as nice as you want them to be and whatever you buy, I can use on you.” The redhead leered at her girlfriend, giving the older woman just enough rope to hang herself.

Lindsay was catching on to Cindy’s motive, “Damn, too bad we can’t use a gift a day.”

Cindy rose to start clearing the table and stopped to come over to a still-seated Lindsay, “And one final rule: no sex until our anniversary.”

*****

Twelve days, 18 hours, and a torturously long 15 minutes later, Lindsay held out an oversized bulging gift bag to Cindy.

“Anxious much, Linds?”

“Oh, come on, baby! Stop torturing me! For the last three nights, you’ve been walking around naked after your shower much longer than was necessary. You’re driving me crazy!” Cindy tried unsuccessfully to hold back her smile. She could practically see Lindsay on the verge of stomping her foot in frustration, “Please?”

“Oh, alright!” She took the lanky inspector by her hand and walked her to the living room, “Sit. I’ll be right back.”

Lindsay heard rummaging in the hallway closet, then she made a pit stop in the kitchen to rummage some more. Lindsay fought the urge to yell for Cindy to get moving. She knew what was in her bag and that was enough to have her on edge. She had been thinking about one gift in particular for eight days.

Cindy came back sporting, not one, but two bags, “So, who goes first?”

Lindsay proceeded to dump her bag out on the floor, “Subtle, Linds. You were an only child, right?” 

Cindy smiled at the first item that caught her eye. She held it up, with the label facing Lindsay, “Body chocolate? You’re kidding, right?”

“I got that yesterday! I was running out of ideas!” The brunette snatched it from her hands.

Cindy dropped the cheap imitation on the floor, “Besides, if you’re going to do chocolate, do it right.” With that, Cindy pulled out a large container of Godiva chocolate ice cream topping.

“Whoa! What else you got in there, Thomas?” Cindy slapped at Lindsay’s hand and sat down on the opposite side of her messy pile.

“So, what else do we have here?” She lifted a pair of handcuffs. “That’s so unoriginal!”

“I’m a cop!”

“Well, then it’s cheap too because if I’m not mistaken, these are your work cuffs,” Lindsay snatched those from her too.

“Look, are you going to pick on everything I got or are you going to show me your goodies?”

Cindy snickered, “Are we still talking about the gifts?”

“That’s it, Thomas!” Lindsay lunged across at the petite girl, quickly pinning her to the floor and whipped out the cuffs she had previously stolen back. Before Cindy realized what had happened, her hands were over her head and cuffed to the leg of the dining room table. A table she now wished she hadn’t picked out. Why, oh why, did she have a thing for solid oak?! She yanked at the cuffs, but the table didn’t budge.

She watched the slender and alluring form of her girlfriend hover over her, then sit back on her haunches as she pulled the bag closer. “Alrighty, now we get to the good stuff. Let’s see,” she reached in and pulled out a small jar of cherries with the stem still on them, a couple of bananas, several containers of ice cream with the primary flavors of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, an ice cream scoop, the chocolate topping from earlier, and some whipped cream.

“Hungry, Cindy?”

Cindy let a slow smile spread across her face, “No, but I hope you are. Banana splits are your favorite, and I’m your other favorite, so…you’re the inspector, what’s the logical conclusion based on the evidence?”

Lindsay leaned over and teased her tongue over Cindy’s full bottom lip, “That you, my seemingly innocent girlfriend, if definitely naughty and not nice.”

She turned her head, giving Lindsay’s mouth better access to her neck, “And you love it!”

“Mmmmm, that I do, but there’s only one problem,” Cindy couldn’t care less what that problem was as long as Lindsay’s mouth kept doing whatever it was doing to her earlobe. “Seems you only have eleven gifts.”

“No, there are twelve.”

Lindsay shook her head, “Nuh, uh, eleven…I counted.”

“Trust me, there’s twelve.”

“Where?”

“You’re sitting on it.”

“Ohhhh, smooth move, Thomas,” Lindsay leaned down to nip at the space between Cindy’s breasts, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath, “Guess it’s time for me to unwrap my last present.”

Cindy arched at the meaning behind the words, encouraging Lindsay to do what she promised. Quickly, Cindy’s pale green button down was unbuttoned and her breasts exposed. Lindsay kissed her way down a tone stomach, lingering for a moment on the bellybutton that she swore at the moment was the sexiest damn bellybutton in the world. She could already picture the cherry sitting there, the sticky sweet juice running down Cindy’s side, forcing her to lick up every drop. With a moan, Lindsay continued further down, undoing the low-cut jeans with her teeth. She yanked them off her lover with practiced ease.

Looking back up Cindy’s body, she marveled at her deceptive innocence. Cuffed to the table and stunningly naked, Cindy was anything but innocent. Lindsay was concocting the mental image of the picture she was preparing to paint on Cindy’s body, relishing in the squirms of the redhead.

Lindsay eyed the products spread out next to Cindy, contemplating where to start. First, she opened all the containers for easy access and peeled the bananas. Then, she dipped two fingers in the vanilla ice cream and smeared a large path down Cindy’s stomach. The chill of the liquid caused yelp in surprise and moan in delight as Lindsay licked every drop off of her body. She watched as Lindsay’s dark hair draped over her mid-section, tickling her sides. She jerked at the cuffs still holding her. She wanted to grab Lindsay’s head and push her down, but she was helpless to do anything but be at her mercy.

Lindsay took a cherry from the jar and dangled it so it barely touched Cindy’s breast. Cindy arched to try and reach it, only to have Lindsay jerk it away and greedily suck the juice from her nipple.

“Oh, Jesus, Linds!” Cindy pulled at her restraints again and this time flinched at the pain. She was going to have bruises for days from this, but she forgot all about it as Lindsay moved to her other breast, giving it the same detailed treatment.

Lindsay slid between Cindy’s legs and sat back. She pulled the tank top and bra over her head, removing her own jeans, enjoying the look in Cindy’s brown eyes. She didn’t miss the slight flicker of Cindy’s tongue either. She felt the coil tighten low in her belly just thinking about what she wanted Cindy to do with that tongue, but not now. There was so much more she had in store for her.

She ran her hands up the inside of Cindy’s thighs, feeling the quiver of muscles under her fingers. She teasingly brushed the damp curls before sliding a finger easily into Cindy. A harsh moan escaped from Cindy, her hips beginning to rotate against the gentle invasion.

She groaned at the loss of sensation as Lindsay withdrew her finger, “Look at me.”

Cindy saw the wet finger disappear between Lindsay’s lips, and her head thudded back to the wood floor, “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

“Not yet,” Cindy felt a strange sensation between her legs and she impulsively lurched for it. 

Lindsay was poised above her, looking every bit a goddess, “Whatever you do, don’t tighten down.”

“What?”

“Trust me,” Cindy looked down between their bodies to see a curved white object between her legs.

“Oh fuck, Linds,” Cindy gripped the table leg and focused with every ounce of strength she had to not tense up. It didn’t help that Lindsay was slowly and gently easing the fruit in and out of her. Lindsay finished her work of art by drizzling Cindy’s stomach, thighs, and banana in the decadent chocolate sauce, topped of the banana tip with a dab of whipped cream, and placed a lone cherry to rest in Cindy’s bellybutton.

“My, my. You do look good enough to eat,” Cindy watched, demanding her lower body to relax, as Lindsay licked and nipped at the end of the banana. Each movement she felt deep inside and it was all she could do not to scream. Lindsay took turns between licking the inside of Cindy’s thighs and taking a bite out of the banana. Everything was driving Cindy closer to the edge of insanity.

Lindsay finally had mercy on Cindy when her legs began to uncontrollably quiver and it seemed her whole body was shaking with need. With her teeth she pulled the last bit of banana out and latched onto Cindy, tasting a mix of chocolate, cherry and Cindy. It was intoxicating. In seconds it seemed, Cindy gave in to the desire that had built up in her as she screamed her release.
 

Comments

[calliopes-muse.livejournal.com]

You and me both!!! I think you'll have to stand in a long line though after this fic. :)

[bonejacker.livejournal.com]

Dibs on Ms Boxer then ;)! ha!!