Fic Post: While The Night Is Still Ahead

[harborshore]

Title: While The Night Is Still Ahead
Rating: R
Summary: Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Pairing: Lindsey/girl!Spencer
Contains: Crossdressing, Spencer-as-a-girl.
Word Count: 3300
Disclaimer: Spencer Smith is not a girl. None of the other stuff happened either.
Author's Notes: For kickingrad on her (belated) birthday. ♥, dearling, I hope it satisfies. Sorry it's so bloody late: there was some debate about whether or not I should include the porn or write it separate. This has the porn. Also I love you.

The title is from Dylan's "Lay Lady Lay."

Thanks to blindmouse for betaing the first half, and to novembersmith for doing a second beta, and to everyone who reassured me about this.




Lindsey likes it. She likes the slouchy pants and the hat pulled down low, the undershirt soft against her skin and the suspenders just so. It makes her walk with even more of a swagger, like she's a cad from the old movies, out on the town, footloose and fancy-free.

She doesn't quite pass, she knows that. But if it's late enough and the shadows are deep enough, and if her hair stays put under the hat, then hell yes, she can pull it off for a little while. It's in the hips, the way her elbows move differently.

Sometimes, though, she's not aiming to pass. In this bar, everyone's a lady looking for another lady, but she's looking for another lady like her, and openness is essential. So the hat is tilted up, the smile is bright red and her nails match. She wants to unbutton two buttons, just to show off.

So she does it, flick, flick, and grins brightly at the glances sliding over her collarbone. She's not sure why this getup makes her skin burn the way wearing her miniskirt never does; she likes the skirt and she loves her legs, but this, shit.

She shifts on the stool, scraping her thumb over the label on her beer bottle, and glances at the crowd in the room. No sparks yet, but it's a beautiful group. She could just watch all night.

But no, now she's looking for real.

There's a girl in the corner, tall and slouchy, flippy hair getting in her eyes. She doesn't look like she cares though, she's laughing as she tips her beer back and swallows. Fuck, her throat, Lindsey wants to lick it. And her forearms, too.

Biting her lip, she makes a decision. Or a move, she's good at the move-making when she wants to be. It's easier to be brave like this, too; she thinks it might be the hat.

Lindsey slides off her stool and walks toward the girl, making sure she notices her approach. Who wouldn't, right? She knows what she looks like, and mostly, she knows how she feels: it's a Marilyn-Marlene thing, this. She could use a cigarette to complete the look, but she can deal.

She stops in front of the girl, tipping her chin up.

"Hey," she says.

She gets a grin, a bright one. It makes her weak-kneed, and fuck, that wasn't in the plan.

"Hey," says the girl, extending her hand for Lindsey to shake. "I'm Spencer."

"I'm Lindsey," she says. And because the classics never go out of style: "Can I get you a drink or something?"

Spencer smiles again, a little smaller that time. "Another beer would be great, yeah."

"Coming right up," Lindsey says. Before she turns away to go back to the bar, she says, "Save me a seat, yeah?"

Spencer bites her lip, nods and pulls a chair with a jacket on it a little closer. Lindsey walks away, and if she puts a little extra sway in her step, well. She wants Spencer to look, wants to feel it when she does, like hands sliding over her hips.

She comes back with two beers, handing one to Spencer and holding her gaze when she takes a drink. Spencer's looking; yeah, she is.

Lindsey hides a grin. "Come here often, do you?"

Spencer cracks a smile. "You know, I think that one became so clichéd that no one actually uses it anymore."

"Does that mean it works again, then?"

Now Spencer is laughing, and Lindsey is smitten. She was already, but oh, what is she supposed to do when someone laughs like that, anything but self-conscious, all dorky and gorgeous? She wants to thumb Spencer's buttons open.

"Maybe it does," Spencer says, and it takes Lindsey a second to realize what she's talking about. She shifts on her chair and lets herself lean back a bit. Spencer's eyes flick up and down; the tops of Spencer's cheeks are red.

"I kind of want to dance," Lindsey admits, which is about a third true. She wants to talk to Spencer, she thinks Spencer might be funny and a little sweet, and Lindsey definitely wants to get to know her better, but she could also just take her home right now (she would if Spencer said she could), and yeah, she wants to dance. "Will you dance with me?"

Spencer ducks her head down, smiling. She's biting her lip a little bit, but that was a nod, that was a yes to a dance.

They bring their beers with them, which actually doesn't make dancing that awkward. Lindsey's used to it, anyway, and Spencer's moving like she is too, used to dancing and drinking; used to this. They're not touching yet, but they're close to each other, so close Lindsey only has to lean in a very little bit if she wants to say something to Spencer. Lindsey feels so easy she almost gets worried, it feels like something ought to stumble, something ought to make this less smooth.

Then someone bumps into her and she spills beer down her front, and probably on Spencer too.

"Shit, sorry," she says (the person who jostled her isn't exactly bothering to apologize).

"Not your fault," Spencer says, shaking her head. "Bathroom?"

"Yes."

In the bathroom, door locked behind them, Lindsey loosens her tie and starts unbuttoning her shirt. (Normally she’d just try to wipe it off, but, well. She might be trying to start something here.) Spencer's hands covering her own stop her.

"Let me." The tops of her cheeks are red again. Lindsey swallows, nods. Her hands fall to her sides. Spencer's hands are warm.

Lindsey draws a breath. "You should kiss me," she says, because her bravado might be shaky now, with Spencer's hands on her skin, but it's still there, running hot.

Spencer complies, sweetly, and Lindsey opens her mouth, is careful right back, just a little, while Spencer's fingers get her shirt open, moving downward and stopping when they reach the waistband of her jeans, tracing carefully around the button there.

Lindsey shivers. "I want," she says against Spencer's mouth. "You're so—"

Spencer kisses her again, then leans her forehead against Lindsey's. "I know," she says. Her hands curve around Lindsey's hips and Lindsey finally remembers her own hands, starting in on Spencer's shirt. Spencer breathes in shakily.

"Can we, here?" She glances sideways at the dirty mirror and the dirtier floor.

Lindsey almost says yes, almost backs Spencer up against the wall but she wants to get her mouth on Spencer and that might be a little— "Want to come home with me?" she says instead, low.

Spencer's eyes flutter shut. "I—yes, I do."

--

Lindsey kisses Spencer under a streetlight, and spares a thought for the picture they make, her hat in her hand and face tilted up, standing so close. Mostly she's thinking about Spencer's hands, Spencer's shoulders, Spencer's breasts.

"Bus, come on," she says against Spencer's lips, and Spencer laughs.

"How far away are you?"

Lindsey has to think about it for a second. At this hour—"Oh, forty-five minutes, I think?"

"Let's go over to mine instead, then," Spencer suggests, and the way her voice goes low makes Lindsey nod without thinking about it. "I have a room mate," Spencer continues, pulling out her phone, "but he forgot to tell me he was having a party two weeks ago, so I think he owes me. And our place is only about five minutes away."

"Well, clearly we ought to go there, then," Lindsey says, and bites at Spencer's throat because she can, and because Spencer is so pale, it's practically an invitation.

Spencer shudders a little and tilts her head, giving Lindsey more skin to kiss while she dials.

"Ryan? Yeah, hi." She pauses. "Uh-huh. No, I didn't borrow your guitar, that was Dallon. No, he won't break it."

Lindsey slides her right hand up Spencer's side, because it's too much fun to see if she can disturb that casual voice. Spencer catches her fingers once Lindsey has reached her breast, but doesn't move them, so Lindsey thumbs across the, ah, strategically positioned button on Spencer's vest.

There's a catch in Spencer's voice when she starts talking again. "Ryan, shut up for a second. You're going to go across the hall and stay with Jon and Cassie, yeah?" She pauses again, biting her lip when Lindsey walks her fingers over and starts unbuttoning the buttons down the middle of the vest. "Because of two weeks ago. Because, because I need the apartment. Okay?" Her cheeks go a little red. Lindsey leans in and kisses the corner of her mouth, and Spencer smiles in that heart-stopping way she has; Lindsey forgets how to breathe for a second and loses track of the conversation.

"Thanks." Spencer seems to have won the argument with Ryan. "Yeah—yeah, see you in the morning. Idiot." Her voice is affectionate, and shit, Lindsey just likes her. She turns her face into Spencer's shoulder because she needs to hide for a second before whatever-it-is that she's feeling becomes too obvious.

--

They get a little awkward on the way to Spencer's apartment; neither of them seem to know how to keep it going, the easiness from the club and the street outside. Lindsey keeps sneaking glances at Spencer from under the brim of her hat, and she wants to reach out and reel Spencer back in, but she's nervous, now. Which is dumb. It's been a while since she went home with someone, sure, but it's silly to be nervous.

"Here it is," Spencer says, stopping in front of an apartment building.

"Cool," Lindsey says, and then they finally look straight at each other. Both of them start to smile, and Lindsey thinks, finally, finally. She feels at ease again, feels like she can walk up those stairs and fall into bed with Spencer and finally, finally get her out of that vest and that shirt, fuck.

"Come on," Spencer says, still grinning. "Come on up." She extends a hand to Lindsey while she unlocks the front door, and when Lindsey takes it, Spencer pulls her in and kisses her, long and deep. They end up stumbling up the stairs, still kissing, and when they break apart so Spencer can get the door open, Lindsey can't seem to make herself take her hands off Spencer. This makes things a bit complicated, but Lindsey doesn't mind

"You want to maybe let me do this?" Spencer says, voice full of laughter and something else.

Lindsey curves her hands around Spencer's hips and crowds her against the door. "Sure, go ahead," she says, leaning in to suck at the mark she made on Spencer while she was on the phone.

"Door," Spencer says sternly. Of course, she's also biting at Lindsey's lip, so it's a little hard to take her seriously.

Lindsey nods. "Door," she says, and nudges at Spencer's throat with her nose. "Keys, I hear they work."

"Smartass," Spencer says, voice cracking a little when Lindsey's fingers pull at her shirt to untuck it.

"Uh-huh," Lindsey agrees and kisses Spencer again.

--

The apartment is small, cluttered, with a painting in the living room that Lindsey would like to get a closer look at, uh, in the morning, yes, because Spencer's tugging at her tie right now and certain kinds of modern art may be very appealing, but they do not hold a candle to this.

Lindsey gets Spencer's vest open and slides it off her shoulders, starting in on her shirt.

"You do like the buttons," she says breathlessly (Spencer apparently decided to skip a step and slid her hands up Lindsey's shirt without unbuttoning it, fingers warm and sweet over her breasts).

"They're, you know. Challenge." Spencer's voice is muffled because she's mouthing at Lindsey's shoulder; Lindsey shivers and forgets how to work shirts for a second.

"Don't do that," she says, "I can't concentrate when you, shit, when you're doing that."

"That's the point," Spencer says, a smile in her voice.

Lindsey shivers again because Spencer's mouth is so, so—"Fuck," she says raggedly when Spencer scrapes her teeth over her neck and Lindsey abruptly goes from really enjoying herself to wanting a bed right the fuck now, please. She says as much and Spencer grins again (Lindsey loves her smile) and grabs Lindsey's hand, pulling her down the hall and through a door.

Lindsey barely has time to react before she’s on the futon and Spencer’s above her, braced on her elbows. “Hi,” she says stupidly.

“Hi,” Spencer says, kissing the tip of Lindsey’s nose. “Want to get naked now?” She’s shifting her weight to lean on one arm, and her other is tugging at Lindsey’s tie again, and it’s possible Lindsey is a little short of breath.

“Should have taken off our clothes before we got on the bed,” she manages, but brings her hands up between them to get the last of Spencer’s buttons.

“I know,” Spencer says, returning the favor, fingers skating over Lindsey’s belly. “I know, but the bed was just, ah, there, and I--”

Lindsey kisses her then, licking at Spencer’s mouth until she opens for her with this sweet little moan that makes everything just, fuck, “No, we really have to get naked,” she says, “really really.”

“Fine,” Spencer says, shifting and sitting back up and pulling Lindsey up with her so they’re sitting, Spencer straddling Lindsey’s lap. She’s obviously pretty strong, and Lindsey has to close her eyes and lean her forehead against Spencer’s shoulder for a second because she can’t get the picture of Spencer holding her wrists down on the bed out of her mind.

“Naked,” Spencer says insistently and Lindsey bites at Spencer’s shoulder before getting the last buttons on Spencer’s shirt and finally, finally sliding it off.

Oh, damn.

“Your breasts,” she says, and then blushes because she didn’t mean to say that. But seriously. She leans in, mouthing at the line where Spencer’s bra meets skin and Spencer makes this low noise, threading her hand into Lindsey’s hair.

“You,” she says, her voice scratchy, “You have about a million years to stop doing that, but seriously, I want your clothes off first.”

“Uh-huh,” Lindsey says, too breathless to tease, and now that Spencer is apparently all determined it takes her about ten seconds to get Lindsey’s shirt off. She leaves her tie on though, fingers smoothing along it, and Lindsey closes her eyes because if she looks at Spencer right now she won’t--it’s a little too much, is what it is.

“Pants,” she says instead of what she’s thinking, eyes still closed.

Spencer laughs, a bright sound, and slides down to unbutton Lindsey’s pants and pull them off.

“You too,” Lindsey says, and gets to watch when Spencer stands up and undresses, finally. She’s standing next to the futon in her underwear before Lindsey remembers how to use her body to do things and kneels on the edge of the mattress, reaching out for Spencer. She curves her hands around Spencer’s hips, fingers tucking under the edge of her underwear.

“Can I?” she says, looking up at Spencer, who nods, lower lip between her teeth. Lindsey pulls her underwear down, stroking at Spencer’s skin as she goes, and then she mouths her way back up, nudging at Spencer’s thigh to get her to spread her legs a little.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer says. “Fuck, Lindsey.”

Lindsey smiles against Spencer’s skin in answering and parts Spencer’s folds with her thumbs, licking between them.

“Ah,” Spencer says, “That’s, oh.” Her hand in Lindsey’s hair is soft like a question, and Lindsey doesn’t know how to voice an answer but she nods, nudging her head into Spencer’s palm and then whimpering when Spencer pulls, carefully, but hard enough that Lindsey can feel it.

“Like that?” Spencer says.

Lindsey nods, opening her mouth to suck at Spencer’s clit. It’s been a while, this, but it’s not hard, it’s not weird, and she can feel her face getting wet from Spencer and she just--she wishes she could free a hand to touch herself but she just doesn’t have the coordination to keep both those movements going.

Also, she would have to stop touching Spencer, and that would be a shame. She moves her right hand so she can keep holding Spencer open with just two fingers, and reaches up to touch Spencer’s breast again, because she could do that forever, she’s pretty sure. And Spencer arches into her hand when she does and tightens her fingers in Lindsey’s hair and Lindsey moans, she can’t help it, sucking harder at Spencer.

“Fuck,” Spencer says, “Damn, fuck, Lindsey, I can’t--” Keep standing is what she can’t do, apparently, because she pulls Lindsey off and gets back on the mattress with her, licking at Lindsey’s face where she’s wet. “You’re too much,” she says breathlessly, “Too much, I can’t deal with it.”

“Hardly fair,” Lindsey says, because Spencer’s unclasped her bra and pulled off her underwear and she’s wearing nothing but her stupid tie which brushes against her skin and Lindsey can’t think, seriously, she can’t think. “I can’t think,” she says helplessly against Spencer’s mouth.

“That’s the point,” Spencer says again, just like earlier. Then she says something about turnabout being fair play and her hand is between Lindsey’s thighs, which, god, okay, her fingers? Lindsey squirms, spreading her legs as far as she can, hooking one around Spencer’s hip because that just feels better, okay, being open like that feels better.

“Never stop,” she manages, and Spencer laughs.

“Why would I do that?” she says, and bends down to lick over one of Lindsey’s nipples. Shit fuck damn. Licking turns into teeth and Lindsey’s dimly aware she her hands buried in Spencer’s hair and she’s seriously going to come like this, held between Spencer’s fingers and Spencer’s mouth, moonlight streaming through the slanted blinds and her face still sticky (she’d be planning on getting it even stickier later if she could think about anything but Spencer, lips and teeth and fingers so unfairly good at what they’re doing right now).

Later, they sleep curled into each other, close. Lindsey wakes up once and thinks about leaving, but she looks at Spencer’s face in the moonlight, open and sweet, just like when she was awake, and she can’t. So she lies back down and goes back to sleep, and then they both wake up when Spencer’s room mate drops a frying pan in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast for his girlfriend. Spencer’s laughing as she kisses Lindsey awake, apologizing for her morning breath, and Lindsey thinks, oh, you, this, and is afraid to go much further in her head than that.

But maybe that’s enough, this moment, this laughing girl caught in the sunlight. Maybe that’s enough to hold onto.

“You realize I’m never letting you leave,” Spencer mutters, mouth trailing down Lindsey’s neck, and maybe it’s one of those things people say, but maybe, maybe.

“It’s not like I want to go anywhere,” she says recklessly, and the room is too warm and too bright to be perfect, but that’s good, too.

“Good,” Spencer says, and Lindsey realizes she maybe said that part out loud.

“Good,” she echoes, threading her hand into Spencer’s hair and pulling her up. “You should keep kissing me,” she says, helplessly smiling, and Spencer complies, sweetly and surely, kissing Lindsey until neither of them can breathe and Ryan knocks on the door and announces he’s burned breakfast and is going to go pick up food, who wants anything? And Spencer groans (“He’s hopeless,” she mutters fondly) and tells Ryan to go away, that she doesn’t care, get her some oatmeal and let her have morning sex in peace.

“I’ll give you oatmeal alright,” Ryan says in what must be the world’s worst attempt at innuendo, and then they’re all laughing, and Lindsey decides. This, she will have. This girl. This.

Comments

[anoneknewmoose.livejournal.com]

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[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*grins* Gosh, aren't they adorable?

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

adsfgbfkasgsuhfaafhua oh my goodness gracious, what an unexpectedly GLORIOUS pairing. I swear, you can make me love anything if you write it. I want more stories like this omg.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Ha, thank you! I am very fond of them.

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

I have so much love for this. I just adore the way you write Lyn-Z. Spencer too, but your Lyn-Z is my favorite.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥ Thank you!

[desfinado.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhhhhhhh this was my FAVOURITE THING I've seen from you in AGES when it was that little commentfic and I am so thrilled you fleshed it out! It's better than I could have imagined, so beautiful and full of confidence and beauty and competence. Lindsey in drag is someone you make us fall in love with VERY QUICKLY.

Her voice is affectionate, and shit, Lindsey just likes her. She turns her face into Spencer's shoulder because she needs to hide for a second before whatever-it-is that she's feeling becomes too obvious.

I LOVE, more than anything in this fic, how you capture Lindsey's feelings for Spencer. All these beautifully-written lines do an amazing job of depicting those first-night emotions for someone that you KNOW is more special than usual.

Spencer’s laughing as she kisses Lindsey awake, apologizing for her morning breath, and Lindsey thinks, oh, you, this, and is afraid to go much further in her head than that.

SO BEAUTIFUL. I can't even. And the very last line of the story, oh MANNNN oh man. It's silly and happy and just one moment but full of poential and this big, excited feeling and it's just Lindsey BURSTING. :DDD

ALSO:

"Don't do that," she says, "I can't concentrate when you, shit, when you're doing that."

"That's the point," Spencer says, a smile in her voice.

Such lovely, in-character dialogue! And it shows their interest, their intention and how turned on they are. Not to mention how sexy it was with Lindsey's wet face and how the tie rubs her skin (UNF) and feels good, and two fingers holding Spencer open, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnrgh!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Dude, your COMMENTS make me so happy, lady. I'm so glad you liked this! And that you noticed the hoping-not hoping thing Lindsey was doing, where she was totally seeing how she was feeling and then making herself not deal with it. ALSO, I'm glad you liked the porn. I always feel so awkward writing porn, I'm thrilled when people like it. Uh, that sounds wrong, but you know what I mean.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm so glad you liked it! And their smiles, yes, their combined wattage would be formidable.

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

smoking. hot.

seriously guh.

loved the pov and the end image of them in the sunlight was gorgeous.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thank you so much! I find them ridiculously hot together for whatever reason.

[draconic-girl.livejournal.com]

Loved this :)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[sullen-hearts.livejournal.com]

Ugh I love it please write girl sex forever thanks.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, twist my arm, why don't you. ♥

[novembersmith.livejournal.com]

Re-reading this is just the sweetest, most lovely pick-me-up. I love the new ending. Ryan's faily innuendo! Morning sex! LOVELY LADIES IN THE FIRST FLUSH OF AN AWESOME RELATIONSHIP! *____________*

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

You are a delight and I adore you. Basically. I'm glad you liked the ending too!

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

*__________________________* oh man, this was so awesome. AUGH. Exactly what I needed to read tonight, dude.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm glad. ♥

[wethepainted.livejournal.com]

GUH. ♥ This here is most delicious, would gladly read again.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you very much.

[yan-tan-tether.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Thanks, dahling!

[xrysomou.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful! Lindsey and Spencer in the bar and Ryan being the failiest roommate imaginable. Thank you for writing this!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Ryan Ross=always faily. That's a universal law. I'm so glad you liked it!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed this so much, you write them beautifully.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Thanks, darling!

[airgiodslv.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, yes. This is so gorgeous and perfect and I am filled with all of the warm fuzzy feelings in the world right now.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I grew very very fond of this story in the telling, it was nice. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! ♥

[monkey-pie.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to let you know I loved this and you totally made me smile.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much! ♥

[kickingrad.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I never actually commented on this. So, I just re-found the email where we were talking about this and I had to come back and re-read and dude, dude, oh man, I love it so much. That last line! That last line.