It felt peaceful to wake up next to Lindsay in bed. Skin touching skin, the slow, rhythmic breathing of the older woman as her chest rose and fell in her sleep made a smile spread across Cindy's face. The clock on the nightstand was shining the fact that it was well after noon, and she wondered if Lindsay had somewhere to be. Instead of waking the woman to ask, she settled back down, her head resting on her shoulder, still smiling as she intertwined their hands.

At some point she had drifted off. When she awoke, the clock read three seventeen and the sun was shining brightly through the window. She inhaled and smiled at the smell of fresh coffee. The bed next to her was empty, and she could hear music coming from the kitchen. She grabbed the comforter that had been shoved off the bed at some point and wrapped it around her body, slowly making her way into the kitchen. As she leaned on the doorframe, watching Lindsay move from the stove to the fridge, she remained unseen. It took her a moment to realize that tough Lindsay Boxer was singing along with the radio.

"I never took you for an REO Speedwagon fan, you know? Is there something new in your life that might have inspired your song choice? What was that? Can't Fight This Feeling?" She smiled as Lindsay moved over to her, wrapping her arms around her. Cindy loved seeing the woman in jeans and a blouse, but seeing her standing in a kitchen with her hair pulled back and a snug fitting shirt with loose sweatpants just made the woman so much more beautiful to her.

"I didn't know you were awake," she whispered, rocking back and forth slightly, kissing Cindy's forehead and playfully trying to peek under the comforter.

"I see you are in a much better mood now."

"It's amazing what falling in love with someone does for you." She placed a gentle kiss on Cindy's lips before reaching back to turn off the stove. "I made you food, but, well, you aren't really wearing proper attire to sit at a table and eat," she said, smiling. Her arms wrapped tightly around the redhead's waist again as she moved them towards the couch.

"Hey, what about the food?" She leaned her head back as Lindsay placed a trail of kisses from her ear to her collarbone.

"Needs to simmer for fifteen minutes. What can we do with those fifteen minutes?" She bit down on Cindy's pulse point, eliciting a moan from the woman. Before things could escalate further, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"No," Cindy whispered, holding firmly to Lindsay's arm, which had begun to snake it's way to her waist. "Ignore it."

After a few moments of silence, and no other knocks, Lindsay turned her attention back to Cindy, who was now squirming underneath her. "Cindy…I…I need to tell you something. Something really important," she whispered, watching the redhead carefully. When she was sure she had her full attention, all courage seemed to leave her body.

"What?"

"I…There was…" As hard as she tried, she couldn't the words to leave her throat. "You know what? I don't think it's that important after all," she smiled, moving the comforter so she was wrapped up in it with the woman.

"I think it might be important, and that's why you won't tell me."

"Are we seriously the type sit on the couch discussing the real world? I mean, I don't think I could take you too seriously right now, you being naked and all," she said, a smirk on her face as her hand still rested lightly on Cindy's waist.

Cindy stood up, pulling the blanket with her as she disappeared into the bedroom, reemerging moments later fully dressed, a serious look on her face. "There. No distractions. Why won't you tell me?"

"Do we have to get into this again? All that will come of it is me being stubborn and you getting pissed and then we will fight. I don't want to fight."

"So tell me. Don't be stubborn, just let it out. Please?"

Lindsay stood up and moved into the kitchen, checking the pan on the stove. "Food's done."

"Just because I am hungry and would rather eat then talk right now doesn't mean I am letting you off the hook," she said, wrapping her arms around Lindsay's waist. As they ate the food in silence, Lindsay couldn't help but feel nervous as she felt the redhead's eyes on her. When the dishes were in the sink, Lindsay finally looked at Cindy again. "If you won't come out and tell me what is wrong, will you at least give me a clue to see if I can manage to figure it out for myself?"

"Can you just drop it? Please? If I have to get on my knees and beg you to forget about it, I will. It's is my problem, not yours. I don't have to share it with everyone because no one needs to know," she said, leaning against the counter, letting Cindy rest against her. "I can already hear your response to that. You care about me, so you should have a right to know. This is something I am not sure I want anyone to know about, ever. Not unless I think I can figure it out on my own."

"And you can't figure it out on your own, can you?" She set her chin on Lindsay's shoulder, closing her eyes to stop the unwanted tears in them. She pulled back and kissed the woman gently before backing up into the living room and gathering her bag, making sure everything was in it. "Let me know when you can figure it out and you feel like telling me about it, okay? Because, I really do want to help. I just need you to let me help. So, I have to go now, but call me. Let me know, okay? I love you Lindsay. And I don't want to see anything bad happen to you. That might kill me." She left the apartment, leaving Lindsay standing in the kitchen, watching the floor.