Angel

Part 18

August 24th, 1980

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"I can't wait for this to be over!" Christine groaned as the band walked off stage in Kansas City. "I'm telling you all right now, I'm not signing on for another tour like this ever again."

"I'm with you on that one." John agreed, lighting up a cigarette. 

"Oh, come on." Mick scoffed. "You'll get a couple of good nights of sleep and start calling me about doing an album or something." He said, pointing at his fellow Brits. "What about you two?" Mick turned to Stevie and Lindsey, who were walking beside him. "You're awfully quiet."

"Oh, uh..." Lindsey shrugged. "I'm exhausted, that's all."

"Right, me too." Stevie nodded, glancing at him she gave him a knowing smile. "Can't wait to get back to the hotel."

"So, you're not going out with us? Again?" Mick whined. "We're almost done with the tour. Who knows, when we'll see each other again!"

"We pro- I promise, I'll be there for your massive wrap party." Lindsey corrected himself, wondering if he was going to have to apologize over and over for his slip up.

"Yeah." Stevie agreed. "No excuses."

Another couple of minutes and Stevie was in her and Christine's dressing room. Chris followed the others into the green room, giving Stevie a minute alone to start packing her things. And she really only was alone for a minute or so, when she heard a knock on the door. Before she could walk towards and open it, Lindsey invited himself in.

"What's up?" Stevie asked, he looked nervous.

"Oh, well..." Lindsey paused to clear his throat. "I'm sorry, I said we earlier, I didn't mean to, I swear. It just slipped out and-"

The serious expression on Stevie's face vanished and she chuckled, taking a step closer, she locked her arms around Lindsey's neck. "You're so cute."

"Huh?" Lindsey frowned, his hands settled on her hips.

"It's not a big deal. Do you see me freaking out?" Stevie raised an eyebrow then shook her head. "You didn't do anything wrong." She assured, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. 

"Good. Okay." Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief. "I just don't want to mess this up, you know?"

"I know." Stevie leaned in for another peck on the lips. "Gosh, would you relax?" She pulled back a little and placed her hands on his chest. 

"I'm relaxed." Lindsey said, convincing no one. 

"Lock the door." She ordered. 

"Wha..." Lindsey took a step back anyway. "What are you-" Click. "But what if Chris comes back?" He asked, when she undid the button on his jeans. 

"Well, she's gonna have to wait." Stevie shrugged and reached up to properly kiss him.

She wasted no time, which they didn't have much of anyway. Her hand slid into his boxers and he stilled as she began stroking him the best she could in that position. His lips started responding to hers again after a moment before he broke them apart and moaned deeply. She flashed him a smile and he was about to switch their positions so she would be the one pressed against the wall, but she didn't let him. 

"You can have me later." She promised.

They both heard faint footsteps approaching, getting louder. His eyes grew wider, but she kept going, her hand moved faster. He tried telling her to stop, but she knew him, she knew his body. The last thing she was going to do was stop. She saw him close his eyes, his jaw clenched, he grabbed onto her shoulder to steady himself.

"Let it go, baby." She whispered, planting a small kiss on his lips...

No more than five seconds later, someone tried the door handle and cursed. Lindsey worked fast to fix himself up, which Stevie apparently found hilarious as she laughed, waiting a couple of seconds more before she opened the door to an impatient Christine.

"I'll get you for this." Lindsey whispered, pointing a finger at her.

"I'd love to see you try." Stevie winked and pulled the door open at last, ignoring the suspicious look Chris gave them.