Title: Press-ing Need
Author: Tim
Pairing: Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)/Cindy Thomas (Women’s Murder Club)
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Amy Palladino owns all things Gilmore, and James Patterson owns the world of WMC.
AN1: This takes place while Cindy still works for the Metro section of the paper.
AN2 Thanks for the idea, C.
When Rory first told me about the job she got, I was worried that we would never see each other. I also knew that she was starting to live her own life. Of course, she had her own life even before that. Faith. She was all Rory would talk about, and thanks to her roommate Dawn, they finally met. I met Faith the next morning. Faith is definitely her own woman, but she has treated my little girl with love and respect so she’s okay in my book.
I had just gotten
Rory’s new itinerary when I saw a possibility for surprising her. It was in
The flight was nice, except for when a couple of newlyweds joined the Mile High Club at the same time I needed to use the bathroom. I thought about calling Rory when I landed, but it would have ruined the surprise of meeting her at the news conference. I checked into my hotel instead and ordered some food. While I waited, I checked around to see where Rory and Faith might be hanging out. Maybe we could go clubbing while I was out here.
There was a place called Esta Noche. I wanted to wait and see if it was a place that they would enjoy, though. I wouldn’t want to be the buzzkill. I checked out my channel options while I ate and made sure to email Sookie to tell her that I got here safely. Now that Rory is gone, I’m like her fourth child. You would think with Davy, Martha, and Lucy, I would be far enough off her radar, but no, she watches me like a hawk, too.
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I woke up the next morning and ordered up some breakfast before checking my phone for any messages. I had hoped for one from Rory, but instead, I got one from my mother. The other was from Sookie telling me things went fine at the Inn. After breakfast, I took a shower and went to check out some of the sights while I killed time before the conference started. I decided on Fisherman’s Wharf, Pier 39, and Ghiradelli Square first since they were close together. I didn’t have time to shop or eat since I didn’t want to risk missing Rory. Luckily, I was already planning to come back so I could get the full experience.
I had made it to the conference room early enough that I was able to get one of the gallery seats and kept watch as the room started to fill up, but as the conference got closer to starting, Rory was still nowhere in sight. I called her cell and left a message on her voice mail, and just as I hung up the phone, I found this smiling redhead staring at me.
“Is that seat taken?” she asked as I noticed her eyes go straight to my cleavage.
“It is now,” I fumbled out while moving my purse so she could sit down. I couldn’t help noticing her rather nice butt as she slid past me.
When the press conference got underway, my attention was in two places. Yes, I was in the same room as a potential President, but I was intrigued by the woman beside me - even though once the speech started, her attention was on catching his every word. I did my best to do the same while also planning to give my daughter an earful for not sticking to the itinerary she sent me.
After it was over (and since “my” redhead seemed to be working), I went to check out more sights. I went back to Fisherman’s Wharf first to eat and do some shopping. I did the whole tourist gamut. I even walked across the whole length of the Golden Gate Bridge, and by the time I made it back to the hotel, I had to take a short nap. Then I headed out to the club with the hopes of finding and surprising my daughter and her girlfriend.
The first thing that hit me when I walked into the club was the music, and I looked around the place to figure out what I wanted to do. Since I wasn’t thirsty, I headed straight for the dance floor and just started bumping and grinding along with the rest of the crowd.
I didn’t know how long I had been dancing when I felt arms wrap around my waist. “Fancy meeting you here; it’s nice to know my gaydar still works,” my redhead from earlier said before pressing her crotch into my ass and dancing along with the music.
I made it through a couple more songs before I needed something to drink to cool off. Plus, it would give me time to calm my body down as well since I really wanted to privately dance with my redheaded friend. Since she couldn’t hear me over the music, I tapped her hand and pointed toward the bar before heading that direction.
“Dry martini, please,” I asked the rather burly bartender, but when I went to pay, I found my hand being stopped.
“Give me one, too, and put them both on my tab, Carl,” my friend, said sitting down on the stool beside me.
“You got it, Cin,” he said before getting a shaker.
“Now I get it. You are here to tempt me, huh, Sin?” I decided to tease and see what she had planned.
“Cindy Thomas,” she said, holding out her hand. “And I’m not doing anything you haven’t let me do.”
She had a point. “Lorelai Gilmore.” I shook her hand and smiled. “And if I told you to take me back to my hotel room?”
“I’d say, where did you park your car?” My martini arrived at the same time as her answer, so I gulped my drink down.
“Took a cab,” I answered, calling her bluff.
The trip from the club back to my room was a blur, and I’m sure we gave the driver stories to tell since my tongue was learning Cindy’s mouth and my hands were learning what her breasts felt like. I paid the fare, and we played nice until the elevator doors closed. Our clothes managed to stay on as I dragged us towards my room, but they had certainly been loosened. Cindy put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door as I kicked off my shoes and walked toward the bedroom.
I found myself pushed face first onto the bed. “You’re mine tonight, Lorelai,” Cindy said behind me.
I arched my hips up as I felt her hands slide underneath me. Her fingers made quick work of the button on my pants before yanking them down my legs. I found myself riding her fingers while she stroked them along the soaked crotch of my panties, and then she pulled them aside to slide her fingers up and down my wet folds. I arched my back and moaned out Cindy’s name loudly at her continued foreplay.
“Roll over, Lorelai,” my soon-to-be lover instructed after removing my panties. I turned over to find Cindy already nude, and she was so beautiful. “Now, let’s see the girls that caught my attention earlier.” She continued, and before I got a chance to react, she ripped my blouse open, sending the buttons across the room.
My bra didn’t fare much better. When I was finally undressed, Cindy brought her lips down onto mine, starting a deep and passion filled kiss. When we broke apart, I was trying to catch my breath. Cindy did help. She traced her tongue down my neck while her thumbs rolled my already aroused nipples, and by the time she took my hardened peaks inside her mouth, I was literally seconds from exploding.
Cindy must have noticed as well because one of her hands quickly slid down my body, and she shoved three fingers deep into my core.
“CINDY!” I screamed as an intense orgasm rocked my body while Cindy rode out the spasms and continued to finger me.
After three or four climaxes between us, we lay spent and sweaty next to each other. Cindy’s hand lightly stroked my stomach as I purred softly from the feeling. We talked some, mainly telling each other more about ourselves. We also made a little small talk before falling asleep.
I woke up to the smell of breakfast and rolled over to find Cindy still in bed with me. “Okay, if you didn’t order it, who did?” It was pretty much a rhetorical question, but an answer might be nice.
After putting on our robes, we walked out of the bedroom to find Faith and Rory eating at the table. “Good morning, Mom. I got your message. So is she my surprise?” That smile. I looked at Faith, and her dimples were out, too. I can’t believe Faith taught my daughter ‘her’ smile. “What is my stepmom’s name?”