Extreme Sensitivity… as illusion. – A Women’s Murder Club Series, part 5

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as illusion. (5/?)
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy
DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. (Well, not anymore. Jackasses.) I have no problems with that as long as I can borrow them for short bursts and use them in pursuit of my own enjoyment. I am not trying to infringe. Though, I don’t know why anyone has a problem with fan fic. After all, it really is a compliment. If anyone wants to write fan fiction about my book, feel free.

(Lindsay’s POV)

Cindy had kissed her.

Sure.

Lindsay stared forward out the windshield, for once unperturbed by the traffic in which she found herself stuck. She was somewhat aware of the annoyed mutterings of her chauffeur, but she couldn’t say she cared all that much about the individual obscenities spilling forth.

Cindy had kissed her.

Why not?

When wasn’t Cindy doing something that took her by surprise and left her completely baffled? That was the real question. And the real answer was rarely. Oftentimes it seemed as if Cindy had a serious fondness for finding out just how fast and hard she could make Lindsay’s head spin. Well, if that was the intention back in that hospital room, she’d done a damn fine job of it.

Not that Lindsay hadn’t entertained the thought.

There was a time when she had been pretty confident that any evolution of their relationship in this direction might have been welcomed, possibly even desired, but, when they first met, she was still so screwed up over Tom’s reappearance in her life. Then, just when she was starting to get past it, Jamie Galvan happened, which was both annoying and mystifying. If Cindy was really so crazy about her, why did she let that Galvan twit kidnap her and then proceed to aid and abet him afterwards?

Cindy had really seemed to like the guy. Lindsay had bought it anyway. So they had stagnated exactly where they were, which was fine, because Cindy was no less charming as just a friend than she would be as… well… more than just a friend. Okay, maybe she was a little less charming as just a friend, Lindsay thought back to the hospital room with an involuntary quiver. And that was barely even a preview of the more than a friend possibilities.

Cindy had kissed her.

Cindy. Kissed. Her.

That, in and of itself, wasn’t a sure sign of anything. It was certainly unexpected, but not exactly wild and passionate. If Cindy hadn’t revealed the fact that it was a lie, and if Lindsay hadn’t blushed furiously as Cindy fled the room, they might have even been sisters for all the intern knew. Sisters who shared sensual kisses and left the area buzzing with sexual tension in the aftermath of them.

Holy Hell! Was she really THIS hot for Cindy? Sure, she’d known that she was a little hot for her, but she didn’t know that the feeling was quite so… vibrant. Not until Cindy had kissed her.

“Something wrong with your lips?” Jacobi asked.

“Huh?” Lindsay uttered, turning to look at him.

His eye line dropped a few inches and it was only then that Lindsay became aware of the fact that her fingers were gradually mapping the terrain where Cindy’s mouth had been.

“Uh,” she began, sounding like she was lying before she’d even gotten started. She dropped her hand and tried for an innocent expression. “No. I’m fine.”

And she was. The extreme sensitivity was all in her head. It’s not like she hadn’t been kissed before. She’d been kissed, plenty of times, with considerably more fire, so why did it feel like she’d never been kissed like that? If that’s what it felt like when Cindy barely made lip-to-lip contact with her, anything more would be… explosive.

Lindsay felt suddenly drunk on the notion. It really wasn’t the best time to be entertaining it though, she concluded, glancing at Jacobi again, whose gaze turned exceedingly probing.

“What?” she snapped, further giving herself away.

“Nothin’,” Jacobi shrugged.

Lindsay was incredibly grateful when traffic started moving again and Jacobi was forced to focus his attention on something other than her.

Cindy had kissed her. What in the hell was that all about? Just, bam, right out of the blue like that? There had been other opportunities between them and then nothing, but today Cindy had decided to just waltz on into the hospital in the middle of the afternoon and lay one on her? Weren’t there rules about that kind of thing?

“Okay, who did something to your lips?”

Lindsay cringed when she realized her hand had crept back up there without her consent.

“What?” she casually lobbed, trying to drop her hand in the most discreet possible way. “No one.”

“Mm hm,” Jacobi grunted in a disbelieving tone that told Lindsay he wasn’t going to just let the statement go by without a volley. Unfortunately. “You made out with that intern didn’t you?”

“No,” Lindsay scoffed, seriously offended.

The guy still had acne for Christ’s sake!, she thought, grimacing when she realized he was probably older than Cindy. But he also had a seriously poor bedside manner, she added, smiling at how much Cindy beat him in that area.

“He had an awfully goofy grin on his face when I got there,” Jacobi said.

“He had a goofy grin?” Lindsay asked, deadly serious.

Granted, Cindy is the one who chose to put their first kiss on display, but, still, it didn’t mean that the guy had a right to enjoy it. He should have averted his gaze. It would have been the polite thing to do. Lindsay really wished she had threatened him on the way out the door. Nothing spoken. Just an eye-to-eye old western showdown. That would have wiped the goofy grin away with a quickness.

And did she just think first kiss, as in anticipation of more kisses to come?

“He’d just made out with a hot cop. Of course he had a goofy grin.”

“I did not make out with the intern,” Lindsay shot back, Texas leaking like crazy into her voice thanks to Jacobi getting her all riled up.

“Well you did something with someone,” Jacobi didn’t let her off the hook. “And it clearly left an impression on you.”

Lindsay studied him. She loved how perceptive he was when he wasn’t turning it on her, but since he had and he clearly had no intention of dropping the subject any time in the near future… it’s not like they didn’t talk about relationship stuff. She asked for his advice all the time, and he’d helped her out of many a romantic quandary. Sometimes unsympathetically, sometimes entertainingly, but rarely had he been less than helpful.

“What would you think if I told you…” Lindsay paused, clearing her throat. “Cindy kissed me.”

Jacobi turned to her slowly with a look of subtle amusement that carried a peculiar lack of surprise.

“I’d say two things,” Jacobi answered. “One, it’s about time. And two, she had to make the first move? Shame on you.”

“Cindy,” Lindsay repeated when the shell-shock of his response started to fade. “Kissed me.”

“I heard you the first time,” Jacobi returned. “But keep saying it. The visual is only getting better.”

“She’s half your age, you old pervert,” Lindsay scolded.

“Lucky you,” Jacobi didn’t miss a beat.

Lindsay’s shocked stare remained on him until she burst out in a disbelieving, euphoric giggle that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Jacobi grinned too and Lindsay felt suddenly groovy about the whole thing. She hadn’t felt all that bad about it in the first place, which had been the scariest part.

“So Cindy finally kissed you huh?” Jacobi asked, slowly nodding. “Nice.”

He looked over at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and Lindsay smiled, bobbing her head in agreement. She wasn’t going to lie to the man.

“I knew that girl was trouble the first time I laid eyes on her.” Jacobi’s nod turned into a knowing shake of his head.

“Wait,” Lindsay frowned for a second. “The good kind, right?”

“Oh,” he assured her with all due enthusiasm. “The best kind.”