Title:
In Between
Author:
Demeter94
Pairing:
Lindsay/Jill really, but that's not the entire story
Rating: PG
Summary: Cindy's
in way too deep.
Word Count: 368
Notes: Betaed by mercurychkita & bcharmer23.
Thank you!
Archiving: Only
with permission from the author.
In
Between
By Demeter
"You will always go back to her." It was stated matter-of-factly. There was no regret, jealousy or even a question as Cindy put on the dress she'd tossed aside carelessly last night.
"Yes." It was almost a whisper. No argument when it was so blatantly the truth.
"And she will always take you back, because she knows that... no one means as much to you as she does."
This time, it was a shrug and a smile that held a trace of mortification.
Cindy smiled back, driving the pain further away so it wouldn't show, as always pretending that it wouldn't cut right through her and making her wonder why there wasn't a gaping wound left. "Thank you," she said, and that was honest. "It was worth it - like always."
The smile deepened. "You give me way too much credit."
That's
because I love you! Ever think about that?
The
flash of anger vanished as fast as it had come. Cindy sat down on the side of
the bed for her goodbye kiss, an embrace, a few calculated touches that seemed
to melt the fabric of her dress away. Her hands, greedily, caressing bare skin.
Shoulders, back, a little tug on the sheet...
"I need to go. See you
tonight?" It was pure self-protection. She was a heartbeat away from
letting reality crumble for just one more fix of this addiction of hers.
"Sure. At eight." There was
some hesitation, but the words Cindy craved to hear would never come. Instead it
was a last, deep, lingering kiss.
She'd make it through. The hardest
part would be tonight, to have the other woman's gaze on her, not hate, not
pity, but genuine concern for her. It was what Cindy found most upsetting, but
not enough to stop. Not ever.
Cindy got up, turned around once more
and waved, then she left, the memory of Lindsay's touch once again burned into
her mind. She would have to make do with the memory for a while, and live with
Jill's concerned gazes.
It was nothing new.
When Cindy had reached her car, she
just sat inside, waiting for the tears to come. And that was familiar, too.