Fic: Curious (3/3) (WMC)
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mysensitivesideTitle: Curious (3/3)
Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Pairing: Jill/Cindy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,492
Disclaimer: Alas, characters aren’t mine.
Spoilers: None
Summary: What happens after Cindy’s latest bad date.
A/N: So, I’m not too sure about my smut-writing abilities, but yeah. I did it anyway. So here’s that sexual harassment you all wanted.
Part 3: A Reverse-Seduction
Cindy gulped as she watched Jill slide into their booth at the diner, sitting next to Claire and opposite Cindy.
“You look nicer than usual,” Claire commented as Jill sat down. “You trying to impress someone at work?”
“I always look nice!” Jill immediately protested. She caught Cindy’s eye as she continued, “I did get this new outfit recently, though. You gals like it?”
Cindy could only nod in the affirmative.
She had assumed that the issue of Jill apparently wanting to kiss her would disappear once Jill was sober again, but it hadn’t been that simple. Granted, Jill had been nothing but friendly (if more touchy-feely), but Cindy was still finding her restraint almost unbearably tested.
Like now, for example. Instead of paying attention to her friends’ conversation, Cindy found her eyes following Jill’s fingers, as they trailed up and down the column of her neck, idly scratching the smooth skin there, before lowering to play with the top (open) button of her well-tailored blouse. That button, of course, was perfectly placed at the top of Jill’s chest, so that when Jill’s fingers moved down to the table, Cindy’s eyes did not go with them.
“Thomas!”
Cindy jumped at Lindsay’s sharp tone, automatically lifting her eyes to Jill’s smirking face, before turning to look at Lindsay.
“Huh? What, I’m paying attention. What?” she asked rapidly.
Lindsay simply stared at her for a moment. “Did you even hear a word of what anyone just said?”
Cindy frantically searched her brain for some hint of what they had been talking about.
“Uh, yeah, of course. Two gunshot wounds to the head, found a suspect, need a warrant, but you’re not totally sure about the whole thing, because it still might be the older brother.” Cindy rattled off the information she had independently gathered from each of her three friends, hoping desperately that it would match the conversation.
“Sounds like you just pulled that out of your ass, but you’re right,” Lindsay muttered, still skeptical but apparently satisfied with Cindy’s response.
Cindy took a deep breath and forced herself to follow the conversation. After a few minutes, however, her efforts were immensely impeded when she felt a soft foot run up the side of her leg under the table. Cindy nearly jumped out of her skin at the contact, and immediately blushed from head to toe.
Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at her. Lindsay looked confused, Claire looked concerned, and Jill looked amused.
Claire was the first one to speak up. “Honey, are you okay? You look like you might be coming down with something.”
“Me? No, I’m perfectly fine.” Jill chose right that moment to start moving her foot again, stroking slowly up and down Cindy’s calf. Cindy gritted her teeth and continued, “But I just remembered, that, um, that I have a deadline! Yeah, which means that I have an article. An article that I need to write. Right now. Because it’s due. In ten minutes. Okay, this has been fun, bye!”
Cindy jumped up from the table and was half-way to the door before she realized that she had left her purse sitting next to Lindsay. So she returned to the table, grabbed the bag, smiled awkwardly, and then retreated once again to go write her imaginary article.
By the end of the week, Cindy had been similarly tortured several more times. Admittedly, Jill’s actions were only slightly more demonstrative than they had been before the night when Jill kissed her. It occurred to Cindy that she may very well have been blind to the earlier hints that Jill regarded her as more than just a friend.
Being aware of what was going on only made the situation harder to deal with, though. Even if Jill wasn’t trying to play footsie, she was wearing low-cut shirts, and making witty double-entendres, and touching Cindy way more than was strictly necessary.
Given her recently spastic behavior, Cindy was sure that Lindsay and Claire were fully convinced by that point that she was certifiably insane.
* * *
Cindy had managed to avoid being alone with Jill for a while, but her luck ran out when Jill unexpectedly stopped by her apartment one day after work.
Supposedly, Jill needed to talk with Cindy about one of the reporter’s contacts at the San Francisco Municipal Railway. It was something about the streetcar system -- Cindy had no idea what Jill could possibly need to know about the streetcar system, but she seemed to have missed some of the important details that had been shared during one of the not-a-club meetings earlier that week.
Cindy had been cooking herself dinner when Jill arrived, so she was at least glad to have something other than Jill’s distracting form on which to focus her attention.
The flaw in this plan soon became evident, however, as Jill walked up right behind Cindy, peering directly over her shoulder.
“What’cha makin’?” Jill asked, and Cindy felt a chill run down her spine as the attorney’s warm breath slid over her ear.
“Um, it’s chicken stir fry. It’s got chicken, obviously, and peppers, onions, mushrooms, carrots. All kinds of good stuff. It’s really easy to make, too...” Cindy continued speaking, even as she was well-aware of the fact that she was rambling.
“Cindy,” Jill spoke up, raising her voice slightly above Cindy’s and taking a step backwards.
The redhead immediately stopped talking, both relieved and disappointed at the increase in distance between them.
“Look at me, Cindy.”
Although half of her wanted to simply run away, she couldn’t stop herself from turning around and looking vaguely in Jill’s direction. Her eyes focused on Jill’s shoulder, however, regarding it as the safest way to look at Jill without really looking at her.
“Look at me, Cindy,” Jill repeated, softer this time.
Figuring that she might as well get the most out of it, Cindy finally allowed her eyes to slowly rake up and down Jill’s body, feeling her heart rate climb with each passing second. Her gaze eventually settled on Jill’s bright blue eyes, and the two women simply stared at each other.
“Fuck it.” Unable to stand the tension any longer, Cindy reached forward and grabbed Jill by the lapels of her suit, pulling the blonde to her.
“Finally,” Jill murmured, just before their lips crashed together.
The kiss started off rough, all lips and teeth and tongues. Cindy moved one hand around Jill’s neck as the other stretched backwards to blindly turn off the stove, very nearly burning herself in the process.
Jill’s hands immediately went to either side of Cindy’s head, her fingertips sinking into soft hair as her palms gently tilted Cindy’s face to an angle that provided her better access to the petite redhead’s mouth.
Cindy couldn’t help but moan, wrenching her mouth from Jill’s in order to fill her oxygen-deprived lungs, when Jill pushed harder against Cindy’s body, forcing a knee in between Cindy’s legs and pressing her thigh upwards.
Jill’s mouth lowered along Cindy’s jaw line as her arms wrapped tightly around the reporter’s back, one hand slipping under the hem of Cindy’s shirt.
“Holy shit, you’re good at this,” Cindy murmured breathlessly. “Especially since you’ve never done this with a woman before.”
Cindy felt Jill’s lips move, as the blonde mumbled something against her neck, but it took Cindy’s mind longer than normal to fully process the words. “Technically, I never told you that I’d never been with a woman before.”
Cindy paused, her brow furrowing in slight confusion, even as Jill continued to kiss her way down Cindy’s neck. “Wait. What?”
“Um, I may have lied by omission a little bit.” Cindy noticed that Jill was blushing slightly, as the blonde brought her lips firmly back into contact with Cindy’s.
Allowing herself to be distracted for the moment, Cindy ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of Jill’s neck, before she forced herself to pull back again. “You lied by omission. What does that mean?”
“It means...” Jill paused, nervously biting down on her lower lip. “It means that I’m not exactly a girl sex virgin. If you asked either Lindsay or Claire, they’d tell you that I’m bi.”
Cindy simply gaped at Jill. She vaguely felt like she should be angry about such an omission, but found that she was mainly just confused.
Finally, she managed to speak. “What? But you were curious about the lesbian lifestyle!”
Jill simply smirked. “No,” she corrected, “I do believe I told you that I was curious about your lesbian lifestyle.”
“Huh.” Cindy ran her mind through the various conversations she’d had with the blonde. “The
“But...” Cindy continued, “But why didn’t you just tell me? Things could have been so much simpler, if I hadn’t thought that you were going to have your little experiment with me and then break my heart.”
Jill’s expression changed somewhat, as she looked at Cindy tenderly. Cindy blushed as she realized that she had let slip that her heart was out there for the breaking.
Reaching out to lightly caress Cindy’s cheek, Jill explained, “I’ve liked you for a while, now, Cindy Lou. And when I found out that you sometimes ‘date females,’ as you put it... I don’t know, I just balked. Because it meant that maybe this could actually happen, if I didn’t screw it up, and it took me a little while to wrap my head around that.”
Cindy smiled at Jill’s admission. “Okay, I guess I can see that. But what about later? Especially after that night at your apartment?”
Jill’s grin was almost feral as she replied, “I’ll admit that I kind of liked the idea of being the sweet, innocent straight girl, seduced by the evil lesbian.”
Cindy laughed. “But you’re apparently not straight, and you’re certainly not innocent. And anyway, you seduced me!”
“Small details, whatever.” Jill waved her hand vaguely in the air, shrugging away the discrepancies Cindy mentioned. “And it was a reverse-seduction.”
“A reverse-seduction?”
“Yeah.” Jill smiled. “I seduced you by making you seduce me.”
Cindy paused briefly before responding, “That makes no sense.”
“Sure it does! But speaking of seduction, why is it that we’re still just standing around talking about it?”
It was Cindy’s turn to grin predatorily. “Hmm, good question.”
With that, she reached up to the back of Jill’s head, once again urging their lips together.
They started off slower than before, but any lingering hesitation Cindy felt soon disappeared. Deciding to take control, Cindy pressed herself against Jill’s body, moving the blonde backwards until Jill’s back collided with the refrigerator, sending several magnets down to the floor.
Their tongues tangled, as both pairs of hands began to explore. Jill’s fingers reached between them to the buttons of Cindy’s shirt, hastily working the blouse open and pushing it off the redhead’s shoulders, with Jill’s own shirt following soon after.
Cindy’s hands couldn’t keep still, trying to take in everything at once, until finally settling around Jill’s silk-covered breasts. She watched Jill’s eyes flutter closed as she leaned down, almost desperately sucking at the racing pulse point beneath her lips.
“Oh, God. Cindy.” Jill’s voice was low, and deep, and breathless, and any thoughts Cindy had of teasing the blonde flew right out the window.
Her fingers moved to Jill’s waist, unclasping Jill’s skirt and frantically pushing it to the floor. Cindy kissed Jill again, sucking on her lower lip, as her hand found the wet heat between Jill’s thighs.
Jill’s hips rolled against Cindy’s hand as both women panted against each other, with Jill releasing these soft mewling noises, which quickly escalated to throaty moans as Jill clawed at Cindy’s back and came undone around her thrusting fingers.
Cindy almost came right along with Jill, as she heard her name ripped from Jill’s throat. She kept her fingers still for a moment, the rest of her body heaving, allowing Jill to come down from her high before slipping her hand free from the confines of Jill’s underwear. She tried to say something, but found that she couldn’t get her vocal chords to cooperate.
“Holy fuck,” Jill murmured, nuzzling against Cindy’s neck. Cindy smiled, figuring that just about covered it.
After another minute of simply holding each other upright, Jill continued, “As much as I now adore your kitchen, think there’s a bed somewhere in this joint?”
Cindy chuckled, gazing tenderly into Jill’s eyes before taking the blonde’s hand and leading them to the bedroom.
Any remaining clothes were soon discarded, as they settled down onto Cindy’s bed. They were gentler, this time. Slower. More long looks and sweeping caresses.
Jill loomed above her, and Cindy reached her mouth up to swipe her tongue across a firm nipple as Jill’s lithe fingers slid effortlessly inside her, with both women moaning at the same time. Cindy fell back against the pillows, hips arching into Jill’s hand.
Cindy’s eyes were shut tight, her body practically drowning in sensations, but it was one simple touch -- Jill’s lips brushing ever so softly against her sweaty forehead -- that finally pushed Cindy over the edge.
* * *
It was around midnight when the two of them woke up to the sound of Jill’s rumbling stomach. Neither one had gotten around to eating dinner that night.
Cindy laughed lightly, the sound coming from deep in her throat. She made no effort to remove herself from Jill’s arms as she asked, “Are you trying to tell me that I wasn’t enough to satisfy your appetite?”
Jill reached out to gently touch Cindy’s chin, urging her gaze upwards. “Do I look anything but fully satisfied to you?” Jill asked with a smile.
The expression on Jill’s face -- a sultry mix of contentment, sleepiness, and something approaching love -- caused Cindy’s breath to hitch. She leaned forwards, pressing her lips to Jill’s, luxuriating in her ability to do so.
Reluctantly, she pulled back and slid from between the sheets, smiling as Jill pouted at the loss of contact. “Wait here,” she said, not bothering to attempt finding her clothes as she made her way to the kitchen.
“I come bearing cold stir fry,” she declared upon her return to the bedroom, climbing back to bed with a heaping plate of food. She had forgotten forks, though, so they happily settled for using their fingers to feed each other.
“I like you like this,” Cindy commented, once they were done with the food and back in each other’s arms.
“Hmmm?” Jill looked at her with half-lidded eyes, lazily running a hand up and down Cindy’s bare back.
“Naked. In my bed,” Cindy elaborated, burrowing in a little tighter against Jill’s body and deciding to give up her battle with exhaustion.
“Mmm. I like it too.”
THE END
