Truth Comes Out (3/3) – WMC Fic

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 lot of words strung together to do it any kind of justice. If asked about it in court at a later date, Cindy would have testified that the look said, ‘I’m going to make you moan, beg, laugh, cry, scream, whimper, almost pass out, and too sore to go to work tomorrow, and you are still going to love me in the morning.’

And when she woke up to a vaguely familiar song and looked over at the slow-to-rouse Lindsay, she realized that she did. Love her. Completely. She may never have the nerve to tell her, but it didn’t make it any less true.

As the song played on, and Lindsay continued to sleep in time, Cindy sat up, stretched and glanced around the inner sanctum. What can be learned about people by studying the things with which they choose to surround themselves is infinite, and about this particular person, she wanted to know everything. It wasn’t exactly a new fascination. She’d been overly curious about Lindsay since the day they met. Perhaps this love thing went back further than she wanted to admit.

The first thing she noticed in the room made her laugh out loud. She remembered getting undressed in a hurry, but she didn’t recall so much flinging of the clothes. It looked like a tornado hit a boutique store. There was the normal path to the bed, and then more abnormal landing spots. Lindsay’s bra had somehow attached itself to the window blinds, and the pants that she’d worn over here had ended up in a neat pile on the bedside table.

“Morning,” Lindsay drawled from beside her.

Important fact 1: When groggy, Lindsay’s accent was considerably more pronounced. Cindy put it in her internal Lindsay file as she looked over at her.

“Good morning,” she said and started picking at the comforter. She felt almost shy around her now, and suddenly very, very naked. But, when Lindsay put her hand against her back and raised up from the bed to kiss her, she was brought right back to her comfort zone. Kissing Lindsay was the secret to life, she was pretty sure. She just hoped no one else figured that out.

Lindsay lied back, pulling Cindy down with her, and when the kiss ended, Cindy put her head on Lindsay’s chest and took special notice of how tight Lindsay’s arms were around her. She could feel Lindsay’s heart racing beneath her cheek, watch the rise and fall of her chest, and there was nowhere else on Earth she wanted to be. The hottest tip on the planet couldn’t have dragged her out of bed at the moment. And there was a great deal of comfort in the fact that Lindsay hadn’t jumped up immediately upon waking, rushed to shower and taken off for the precinct. Who knew Lindsay had it in her to cuddle?

Important fact 2.

“I still think you’re young,” Lindsay said out of the blue.

Cindy smiled. So when Lindsay made all those comments about how young she was, she really meant ‘you’re too young for me’. Guess she changed her mind.

“Cradle robber,” Cindy returned.

Lindsay laughed lightly and started running her fingers through Cindy’s hair, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

Cindy concentrated on the path of her hand across Lindsay’s stomach beneath the sheet and took a deep breath.

“Is this something we can tell Jill and Clare, or is this an… um… if you tell anyone, I know where all the best spots are to hide a body kind of thing?”

Lindsay laughed again. Cindy realized how seldom she heard her do it, and how nice it was to be the cause. But she got no answer.

“I mean, it’s not just for purposes of bragging. It’s just that they always try to set you up with people, and I’d really rather they not do that.”

Lindsay still didn’t say anything, but this time it was more worrisome. Cindy raised her head to look down at her.

“Unless you’d rather they do,” she said in a small voice.

Lindsay gave Cindy her best ‘you should know better’ look.

“They know,” she finally responded.

Lindsay tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

“Okay. So maybe we knew,” Cindy prattled on, “but they shouldn’t know.”

Lindsay raised her hand to Cindy’s cheek, traced the tips of her fingers across her cheekbone.

“Truth comes out. My godfather always said that. You can’t hide truth from yourself or from anyone else. You only think it’s hidden. Then you tell it and you find out everyone already knew. And they just assumed that you knew.”

“Really? You think they know?”

“I think they know. But you can confirm anything you’d like. I’m not going to lie.”

Cindy smiled and kissed Lindsay hard on the mouth, then returned her head to the place on Lindsay’s chest it had already gotten quite used to. She was vaguely aware of Lindsay reaching for something and a rustling sound above her head, but she couldn’t bring herself to lift her head to investigate.

Important fact 3: Lindsay respects the wisdom of her elders.

“And Cindy,” Lindsay whispered.

“Hmm,” she breathed back.

“Puppy love is only cute in puppies, sleeping with me won’t get you scoops any faster, and you’re out of the club.”

Cindy tensed. What was this? A nightmare? Slowly, she lifted her head to see if Lindsay had turned into some demonic being. But the sexy smile aimed her way was definitely not nightmare material.

“Did you read my mind?”

“I read your notes.”

Lindsay held up the paper from Cindy’s pocket. Cindy stared, in horror, at the list, hoping it would catch fire and disappear. When it didn’t, she grabbed at it only to find herself being flipped onto her back by the significantly stronger detective.

“Those are really the things you thought I would say?” Lindsay asked, trying to sound intimidating.

But with the way their bodies were intertwined, and the lack of oxygen to her brain, Cindy wasn’t feeling particularly intimidated.

“No,” she lied, badly as usual. “Yes.”

Lindsay shook her head and looked at the list in her hand. She stared at it for so long, Cindy was starting to worry that she was really upset about it.

“Where is ‘silently ravages me against the door’ on this list?” she finally asked.

“That’s the thing about pleasant surprises,” Cindy responded. “They’re always a surprise.”

Then, Lindsay was kissing her again, and the piece of paper was fluttering to the floor next to the bed.

Important fact 1: Cindy takes notes on everything.

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  1. I adored this mini series of fac fiction. I’d also like to say that I really like the way you write… and how it actually sounds like something the characters would say inclined to do or say. Anyway, keep up the amazing fic writing and if you ever need a beta… you have my email address! 🙂

  2. Thank you so much for being my first fan fic comment. I’ve been waiting for one! This is my first attempt at writing fan fic. I’m usually too busy with original characters, but I love Lindsay/Cindy so much I had to get in on it.

    And thanks for the beta offer!

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