Lindsay looked around the room and noticed Cindy's laptop sitting on the couch. At least she woke up at some point. She thought, making her way towards the bedroom. She smiled when she saw Cindy laying on the bed with the television on, one arm wrapped around Martha. "Hey." She said, setting her badge and gun on the nightstand in their normal spot. "I see you actually got out of bed."
"Yeah. I changed into my jammies, then I sat out in the living room and did some work. I have the OK from boss man to just e-mail him everything, as long as I stick to the deadlines. Then I got bored so I came in here and put in a movie. And at some point I zonked out, so I had to restart the movie." She said, moving over a little so Lindsay could join her on the bed. "I never thought you would be the type to have a semi-extensive Horror movie collection."
"I like to laugh at how stupid the female leads are. I mean, come on, running up the stairs instead of out the front door?" Lindsay said, making herself comfortable. "I may regret asking this, but, are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah." She said. "A little."
"That's good." Lindsay shoved the dog out of the way so Cindy could snuggle in close. "So, what do you want for dinner? I am too lazy to cook, but I am an expert at ordering out." She said, smiling.
"I think some pizza would be amazing." Cindy said, putting an arm around Lindsay's waist. "As long as you don't have to move until the pizza gets here, that is." Lindsay pulled her phone out of her pocket and went about ordering the pizza while Cindy kept her focus on the movie. Once Lindsay hung up, she slunk down on the bed so she could hold Cindy closer. "I like this." She whispered. "Just laying here together. It's peaceful." She looked up at Lindsay, who had a blank look on her face. "What?" Lindsay took a deep breath and leaned in towards Cindy and gently let their mouths connect. She took it upon herself to deepen the kiss. After a moment or two, Lindsay pulled back just enough to look at Cindy's face. The redhead slowly let a smile break out on her face as she leaned in to kiss Lindsay again. She pulled away and rested her head on Lindsay's chest. Both of them knew no words needed to be said right then. Everything was how it was supposed to be in that moment. When there was a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of the pizza, Cindy reluctantly let go of Lindsay so the brunette could go get the pizza. She reappeared a few moments later with the pizza and a two-liter of pop. The two of them ate in silence and when they were both full, Cindy looked at Lindsay. "Want to know something?" She said, crawling across the bed so she had her face inches from Lindsay's.
"What?"
"I love…" She smiled. "Your bed."
"You're a goof." Lindsay said, wrapping her arms around the redhead and gently pulling her down onto the bed. Cindy leaned in close and smiled.
"You know, since you kissed me, I really don't want to stop kissing you." She whispered, her lips centimeters from Lindsay's. "Which might present a problem."
"I don't see a problem." Lindsay muttered, leaning up to connect their lips. As Lindsay let the kiss deepen, Cindy moved so she was on top of the Inspector. Lindsay couldn't help but think what a change this was from last night, but she didn't dare verbalize it. She didn't want to set the redhead off when she was finally loosening up. She was already doing her damndest to keep her hormones in check and not rip off the redheads cute Hello! Kitty pajamas. When Cindy's hands reached up under Lindsay's shirt, reality hit and she pushed the woman back. "Nu-uh. Not after your little thing last night. I am not going to let this go farther until you have some more time to mentally recover from all those years with that asshole." She said, keeping Cindy at a distance. The redhead laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. Lindsay looked at her and saw the tears in her eyes. "Oh, please, don't start crying. I didn't mean anything by it. Emotionally, you even said this yourself, you are fragile. If you weren't, trust me, I would have you undressed by now. But I am going to use some restraint because I care. That and I do not want to feel like I am taking advantage of you."
"Linz, I was on top of you! I was initiating everything! How in the hell would that be taking advantage of me?!" She yelled, sitting up. "I need a fucking drink." She mumbled, digging through her bag to find clothes. She went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later and began looking for her shoes. Lindsay was quiet as the redhead grabbed her purse, making sure her wallet was in it, and listened as the door slammed. It took her a moment to register what just happened and she jumped her feet and headed towards the front door. As she opened the door her phone buzzed.
"Boxer."
"Don't even think about following me." Cindy said. Lindsay could hear the mixture of anger and hurt in her voice and it made her cringe. The phone line went dead and Lindsay sat down on the couch.
"How in the hell do I get myself into these messes?" She asked, looking at Martha. The dog whimpered once and rested her head on Lindsay's knee.
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Cindy motioned for the bartender to refill her shot glass. She hated bourbon but the taste of it made her think of Lindsay. "This seat taken?" A voice said. Cindy turned to see Arik sitting there. She made a move to get up but then decided it was easier to just sit down.
"Have a seat." She said, knocking down another shot.
"How many of those have you had?" He asked, taking a bottle of beer from the bartender.
"Enough to know I have had enough, but not enough to actually stop drinking." She replied. She looked at him. "I'm with Lindsay. I mean, not here with her, but like, with her as in we are dating. But in the past two days we have had to two fights. Almost beat our record." She said, smiling. Arik gently put his hand on her lower back. "I think about you, you know? Lindsay and I were laying in bed watching Scream, and it made me remember all the times that we would lay in our bed and watch classic scary movies." She went to stand up and almost lost her balance.
"Come on. Let me take you home." He whispered, moving closer to her. She knew she should say no. She knew she should run. Instead, she leaned into him and let him lead her out of the bar.