On the AA thinking XXX
by zennie
(Lindsay/Cindy)

She made up for it, in the end. After all the frustration, the teasing, the age jokes, when Lindsay Boxer finally made good on the promise in those bedroom eyes, she paid her debt, with interest. Cindy can still see her, stalking across the floor, those long legs and determined look on her face. Cindy remembered glancing to the right, looking for the object of Lindsay's gaze and feeling her whole body burst into flames when she realized that she was the sole focus of Lindsay's attention. It began there, against the door, slow, sure hands slowly stripping Cindy bare for those attentive, appreciative eyes. The first time was a white-knuckled, hair-pulling, fingernails-drawing-blood fuck against the door that had Cindy screaming as Lindsay showed her just how strong and talented those fingers could be, but Lindsay had a lot to make up for, and they hadn't even gotten to the bedroom yet.

I like the innocent type
Deer in the headlight
-Peaches 'AA XXX'

Caught Up
by TexasWatermelon
(Lindsay/Jill)

“You’re too caught up in this case,” Jill insisted, and it would have been slightly more stern had Lindsay not been attacking her earlobe at the moment. The brunette’s hands were impatiently attacking the zipper on her skirt, and Jill made no real move to help her.

“Well right now, you’re too caught up in these clothes,” Lindsay replied, finally getting the zipper undone. The skirt fell to the floor and Jill stepped out of it.

“It’s not healthy,” the blonde continued as Lindsay’s hands made their way to her blouse. The inspector had to stop to allow Jill to pull her sweater over her head.

“Jill, can we please save the best friend scolding act for later? I’m trying to make love to you,” Lindsay said, looking at her earnestly.

“No, you’re trying to screw me so that you can relieve some of the frustration you’ve gotten from this case,” Jill amended, allowing Lindsay to slip her blouse off and unhook her bra.

“You’re right,” Lindsay agreed, “and you’re not making it any easier.” As she slipped her hand inside of Jill’s panties, the blonde decided that she could wait until after to yell at Lindsay about her work habits.

Dedication
by TexasWatermelon
(Lindsay/Cindy)

Lindsay prides herself on being a workaholic. It’s the one thing she thinks she has going for her. She eats at the office, sometimes sleeps at the office, and even, on certain special occasions, has sex at the office. Some people, mainly annoying ex husbands, would call this an unhealthy obsession. Lindsay likes to think of it as dedication.

It’s this dedication that gives Lindsay flashbacks of the previous night when she approaches her desk in the morning; of a certain redhead perched on top of said desk, head thrown back and fingers gripping the wood as though it were a lifeline. It’s also this dedication that has Lindsay telling Jill to check the bottom drawer of that desk when the blonde meets her halfway to the coffee, a large brown stain on her blouse. When Lindsay returns to her desk, coffee in hand, she finds Jill holding up a small pair of lacey black panties.

“Uh, Lindsay… these aren’t your size,” Jill tells her, though Lindsay is well aware of that already.

“Hmm,” Lindsay muses with a shrug, hiding a knowing grin. “Must have been labeled wrong at the store…”

No words necessary
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Jill)

“God. That was so fucking hot!” Jill panted into Lindsay’s mouth as they loudly and gracelessly stumbled into the inspector’s apartment. “I love it when you go all bad ass on the bad guys.” She was shoved against the wall with a thump, stripped of her blouse and on a way to lose her skirt as well. “I know I shouldn’t encourage such behavior, seeing how I’m an ADA, you’re a cop and IAB would seriously frown upon it-”

“Jill!” Lindsay interjected exasperatedly. “I am trying my best to get in your pants here. Could you shut up for a minute?”

“Of course, inspector.” Jill shimmied out of her skirt while Lindsay busied herself with the blonde’s brassiere. “Please, proceed.”

A stake out
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Cindy)

Lindsay told her to sit, stay and be quiet, and Cindy always listened to whatever it was that Lindsay Boxer had to say… or command. No wonder she was being treated like a puppy when she was certainly acting like one.

“Will you ever start treating me like an adult?”

Lindsay cringed. “Shhh!”

“I am 26 years old. I have a job. I pay my own rent...” A hand clasped over Cindy’s mouth.

“If you don’t hush you won’t live to be 27!”

“Mmmphmh?”

“I’ll buy you a lollipop if we get out of this alive, I promised, didn’t I?

There’s always a first
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Cindy)

The very first time it happened, Cindy blushed like she had never been kissed before. And she hadn’t, not like that. The first time they ended up in bed, Lindsay was slightly drunk and Cindy felt like she was taking advantage of the other woman’s compromised state. However, she did not feel guilty about it the next day. The first time they made love as a couple Cindy cried, that’s how happy she was. Although Lindsay wasn’t the first one to break Cindy’s heart, it was the first time that it actually hurt so bad Cindy wished she would die.

A souvenir
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Jill)

Lindsay leaned against the headboard, tightened the grip on the sheet around her and grinned like an idiot as she watched Jill frantically search around the room for her underwear.

“Have you seen my panties?” Jill was nearly panicking.

“Nope.”

“They couldn’t have disappeared!” Jill complained and then accused, “Maybe your dog ate them!” Lindsay shrugged carelessly and Jill stomped off. “Damn dog.”

With Cheshire cat grin lingering, Lindsay reached under the sheet and pulled out a tiny piece of undergarment. “Well, look at that,” she said for herself, dropped it into the bedside drawer and slowly slid it shut.

In private
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Jill)

Candles, dozens of them, were lit around the room. In the corner, a small table for two was set – a bottle of wine, a decorative flower as a centerpiece. Lindsay slowly tucked a strand of raven hair behind her left ear, which, Jill knew, was a nervous habit.

“And they say Lindsay Boxer doesn’t have a single romantic bone in her body.” Jill smiled.

“They might be wrong.”

Taking in the atmosphere, Jill approached slowly, “So, is this a date?”

Lindsay shrugged roguishly, “Do I get a kiss at the end of the evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then it just might be.”

Captive
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Cindy)

“I swear your door was open.”

The last time Cindy stuck her nose where it didn’t belong she ended up handcuffed against the boiler pipe in the station house’s restroom for three hours. This time she was cuffed against the side of Lindsay Boxer’s bed and not in way that was so elaborately playing out in one of her most recent fantasies.

“If she moves, bite her!” Lindsay ordered and Martha blinked bemusedly at her owner.

“Can I at least explain?” Cindy yelled after Lindsay.

“My shift ends at seven!” Lindsay yelled back, “Looking forward to hearing you explanation then.”

All grown up
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Cindy)

At first, Lindsay didn’t recognize her. The mass of stylishly ruffled auburn hair framed her face, the eyeliner accentuated her eyes and her lips gleamed against the lightning as if they were made of jewels. And that dress… That dress accentuated every curve of Cindy’s body inspector Boxer ever managed to miss.

“Are you getting ready to make another Lois Lane joke?” Cindy arched an eyebrow at the dazed expression on Lindsay’s face. The young reporter stood taller, looking defiantly into the other woman’s eyes.

“No, I’m...” Lindsay smiled warmly, “For the first time in my life, I’m actually speechless.”

Leaving trace
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Jill)

Jill closes her eyes and gives out a breathy sigh when Lindsay’s fingers find their way under the lapel of her shirt and then trace the path across her collarbone. “I had a dream about you last night,” Jill confesses and Lindsay murmurs a soft reply, bidding Jill to tell her more. “It was so vivid; I could touch you, feel your scent...”

The weight of Lindsay’s body presses her against the door and then a warm pair of lips brushes the side of her neck.

“Something like this?” Lindsay asks.

Jill gasps with a smile, “Yes, just like that.”

2 AM tea
by Kristina K
(Lindsay/Jill)

Jill doesn't ask what happened when she opens the door at two in the morning and there is Lindsay, broken and soaking wet. She offers her a towel and a hot cup of tea and then sits on the edge of the sofa, watching the other woman slide the jacket off, dispersing droplets of water over her carpet.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jill’s voice, even hushed, sounds too loud at such late hour. After she towels her hair dry and then takes the teacup into her hands to warm up, Lindsay lifts her sad eyes and meets Jill’s.