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PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. As a self-described thesaurus whore, and a proud word-of-the-day calendar owner, Cindy could say with some degree of certainty that there was no single word in the English language that described the look on Lindsay’s face when she’d suggested the night’s activities. It would take a whole…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. (Lindsay’s POV) “Is this really necessary?” Lindsay struggled not to scream obscenities in response to the question. “Yes, this is what house arrest is,” she said instead, clasping the cuff onto Cindy’s ankle and looking up. “Too tight?” “No,” Cindy sighed, “it’s fine. Bulky… but fine.” Lindsay…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. Cindy slept with her every night. The first night, it might have been by accident. Cindy walked out of the office sometime after midnight and found Lindsay half-asleep on the couch, gazing off toward the TV with no idea what was actually taking place on it. There…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. In the moment, Lindsay could fathom no worse feeling than the all-too-familiar sights, sounds and sensations of waking into solitude. With the way that Cindy had come to her, the way that Cindy had responded to her, the way that Cindy had held her, was she really…

(Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay walked through the front door already talking, which she felt pretty stupid for once she realized Cindy wasn’t in the living room where she had expected to find her. Or in the kitchen, she realized after checking there, and putting down the appetizers she had pilfered on Cindy’s behalf. So, either Cindy…