Disclaimer: Women's Murder Club clearly isn't mine. If it were, there would have been an orgy every ep.

A/N: So, I sort of forgot that WMC Day over on LJ was today and whipped this up before I had to head off to class (when I should have been doing homework and/or writing Booth/Brennan fic). *le sigh* PS. This is un-betaed and was written in about a half hour, so mistakes are mine!

“I can't believe you've never kissed a girl before!”

Jill sat on the other side of the sofa in Lindsay's apartment, a half full wine glass in her hand, head spinning as she gaped at the petite redhead. They were house/Sweet Martha sitting while the detective was off gallivanting with Pete somewhere in Oregon, and well into their third night there and second bottle off alcohol, when Cindy just had to open her big, fat mouth.

“What is that supposed to mean!”

She's pretty sure that she was supposed to be insulted by that.

Cindy chuckled and smirked as she downed the rest of her own drink, “Well, it just never crossed my mind that you hadn't.”

“What?” she thumped the girl's thigh with her foot where it laid stretched out in front of her, “Why would you think that? Do I look like a big slut to you or something?”

The other woman snorted, letting out a short, yelp-like string of laughter.

“Never mind,” she grimaced, “Don't answer that.”

“What I meant was, you never came across as the 'completely straight' type of girl to me.”

She sighed. Great.

“It's the haircut, isn't it?”

“Partially,” the girl smiled deviously, “The men's shirts didn't exactly help either.”

Jill's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she threw a pillow straight at Cindy's head.

“Hey! They're comfortable!”

Cindy's laughter was infectious.

“I wasn't knocking them, I swear!” she deflected another throw pillow playfully, “But you have to admit, I've caught you staring at Lindsay's ass more than once.”

Jill's jaw dropped, “What!? No I haven't!”

She grabbed the last pillow between them and whacked her companion as hard as she could. Cindy squealed and tried to fight her off, but nothing seemed to work. Before long Jill had her pinned to the soft cushions, arms above her head, hot puffs of sweet breath fanning past her cheek.

“Take it back.”

Cindy grunted, still struggling, “Never.”

“Thomas!” she pushed, “Take it back!”

She hadn't been checking out Lindsay's ass... Had she?

Without thinking, Jill lunged downward, pressing her mouth against Cindy's. Tugging at her full bottom lip with her teeth, before sweeping past them.

The girl squeaked, gasping for air as Jill plunged her tongue forward. Tasting, taking, proving her wrong. Or right, depending on how you looked at it.

With her heart beating wildly in her chest, she broke the kiss. Flexing her fingers against Cindy's wrists as she opened her eyes.

The girl, woman (she wasn't really twelve) below her sighed softly, a dreamy expression on her face as she arched up toward her, trying to stay connected.

“Do you believe me now?” she whispered.

Cindy frowned and her eyes popped open, studying her, “What?”

“That was my first girl kiss.”

She grinned, “Impressive.”

“Really?” Jill felt an odd sense of pride grow within her.

“Well,” she teased, “maybe you should try again. You know, just to be sure.”

She couldn't help but chuckle. Releasing the grip that she had on Cindy, only to find those dainty hands gliding down the small of her back and up to the base of her neck the second she'd let her go.

“Oh, really?”

Cindy nodded coyly and used the slightest amount of pressure as she ran her fingers through Jill's short, blonde hair, pulling her closer until their mouths were only centimeters apart.

“What in the hell is going on here?!”

Jill gasped. With a well placed shove she found herself unceremoniously pushed off the couch and onto the floor. Lindsay's distinct, very angry voice echoed through the loft from where she stood at the front door.

Fuck. Why was she home so early?

She looked back up at Cindy, who was beet red and scared shitless, then over toward Lindsay.

Her hands were on her hips, giving the two of them the glare the she only saved for the interrogation room, “Well? I'm waiting...”

Jill had to think fast on her feet before the both of them were murdered.

“Did you know that Cindy had never kissed another woman before?”

Yup, karma's a bitch.

End.