Angel

Part 6

AN: This chapter might be a little uncomfortable to read, but it won't be too graphic. I promise for things to get a bit better in the next one.

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Stevie had already left and Lindsey had a decision to make. She knew him and she knew how to get whatever she wanted from him. Maybe it was time he put a stop to that. He didn't need her. He just wanted her sometimes. Or maybe this was a good opportunity to get her to open up to him again. She already asked to see him, he could use that as a pretense.

"I'm beat." Lindsey told Carol Ann, who by the looks of it, should have gone back to the hotel with Stevie. "We're leaving."

"Nu-uh." Carol Ann shook her head, glancing at Mick to make sure he kept his promise and didn't leave without her. "You go if you want, I'm staying."

Lindsey thanked his clueless girlfriend in his head and got up from his seat. He didn't bother with goodbyes, that would have just slowed him down. Not exactly sober, Lindsey stood outside on the pavement, looking right then left. He remembered walking only a short distance from the hotel, so he was convinced he could find his way back without a problem. He walked in the wrong direction for a few minutes, but when nothing that surrounded him seemed familiar, he turned back and headed the other way.

At the hotel, Lindsey repeated the number of Stevie's room, she had told him before leaving, like a mantra. He wouldn't want to disturb any innocent guest. Once he reached the right door, he believed, Lindsey took a moment to hopefully sober up a little. Not that he thought Stevie was in a much better state. In the short period of time she had joined the party, she managed to sneak away with Mick twice. 

Lindsey mustered up the courage to knock at last and the door opened shortly. Stevie left it open and walked further into the room, Lindsey guessed, he was invited to come in. He had a plan. No matter how enticing she would be, no matter in what way she was going to try and seduce him, he was going to push her away. He was there to talk, nothing else.

"What took you so long?" Stevie asked, untying the sash of her robe. It dropped down on the floor around her ankles and so did his jaw. "I thought you weren't coming."

Lindsey could barely comprehend what was happening as he watched her sashaying over to him, stark naked. He stood frozen, she locked her hands at the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He was unresponsive for a moment, so she reached for his hands and put them on her hips. Slowly, his lips began moving against hers and just like that his so called plan was completely forgotten as he grabbed onto her and pulled her against himself. 

Without separating, they managed to end up at the foot of the bed. She unbuttoned his jeans, tugged at the zipper and push them down his legs while he got rid of his T-shirt. He stepped out of his jeans and was about to order her to lie down on the mattress, when she lowered herself down and knelt in front of him. His jaw clenched, he let her tease him for a bit with her hand, but he was so pissed off, thanks to the past several days, that he pulled her back up on her feet and pushed her onto the bed. 

There was absolutely no sweetness, there was nothing gentle about what they were doing. He didn't kiss her, when he climbed on top of her. He didn't hold her, when he roughly spread her legs with his knee. He didn't whisper sweet nothings, when he thrust inside of her. He started out fast and he had no intention of slowing down. They left red angry marks on each other, she bit onto his shoulder, when he rested his head on hers. He sucked at her neck, knowing that she would hate it, when she finally saw it...

They lay side by side, sweaty and panting. Once they calmed down, only then Lindsey realized that he acted like an animal. When Stevie turned away from him and curled up into a ball, his heart sank. 

"I-" Lindsey stopped himself from touching her. "Did I hurt you?"

"You should go." Stevie answered, grabbing the bedsheet to cover herself up.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what..." Lindsey gulped and gently placed his hand on her hip. "Stevie, I'm sorry. You're just- you're messing with my mind. I'm tired of this hot and cold bullshit. I- I came here to talk to you and-"

"It's fine. You should go." She repeated.

What else was he going to do? Lindsey got up and gathered his clothes, he quickly redressed and tried to get her talking again, but Stevie kept her mouth shut. Cursing under his breath, Lindsey left with a loud slam of the door, feeling far worse than when he got there.