Angel

Part 19

"So, I'll run to my room for a minute and come to yours?" Lindsey checked, making sure the plan hadn't changed.

"Yes." Stevie nodded, looking for the key in her bag. "Don't take too long." She said, tilting her chin up to smile at him.

"Why? You're gonna miss me?" Lindsey teased, taking over some things she was holding to help her out.

"Maybe." Stevie shrugged then victoriously held up her key. "Finally!"

"Okay, I'll be right back." Lindsey said and gave her a quick kiss.

Stevie remained standing there for a moment, watching as Lindsey walked away from her. She didn't even realize that she was touching the spot he'd just kissed, smiling to herself. He'd become a completely different man in the last few days and she couldn't deny that all the small things like that he did, made her heart skip a beat.

In her room at last, Stevie dropped her things by the door. She went straight to her opened suitcase and began rummaging through it. She found exactly what she was looking for and then undressed to change into a tiny red nightie. Since Lindsey wasn't banging on the door yet, she used the time to light up a few candles. She looked through the minibar and grabbed one of the bottles. She poured them each a mouthful of whiskey and set the glasses aside.

Ten minutes or so passed and Stevie heard a knock on the door. Taking a quick look in the mirror first, she then went to let Lindsey in. He was about to say something, but as soon as he lay his eyes on her, he was speechless. While she appreciated that, she reached for his hand and dragged him inside.

"I don't want every guest in this hotel to see me like this, you know." Stevie said, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"N-no." Lindsey gulped, shaking his head. "We definitely don't want that."

Stevie walked them to the bed and pushed at Lindsey's shoulders, making him sit down. She got away from him for a second and came back with the drinks. "Thought you might like a glass to relax."

"You're every man's dream." Lindsey said, making her blush, as he knocked back his drink and put the empty glass away. "God, I don't deserve you."

"Now why would you say that?" Stevie smiled down at him, feeling his palms against the back of her thighs. "You've been wonderful to me these past couple of days, so I thought, I'd treat you, too."

"Mm..." Lindsey nodded, bringing his hands up to her shoulders, he eased the straps of her nightie down. "Thank you very much." He grinned then pushed his face in between her breasts.

"That tickles!" She yelled out, unable to stop giggling as he kissed and gently bit her skin. 

He pulled back and she cupped his face in her hands, he kissed her palm. "Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging at the hem of her nightie. "Oops." He gave her an innocent look when the only piece of clothing she had on fell to the floor.

"I love you." She smiled as the words passed through her lips so easily. 

"I love you, too." He caressed her cheek and pulled her down for a kiss. "Now..." 

She squealed when he switched their places and she was suddenly pinned down on the bed. "It's not fair, you know. You still have all of your clothes on."

"Oh, right." He nodded and got back up on his feet to discard them in a matter of seconds. "Better?"

"Much." She gave him a sultry smile.

"What do you want?" He asked, climbing back on the bed. "You were so nice to me after the show, I feel like I should do something for you."

"I want you." She said, looking up at him as he hovered above her. 

"No." He disagreed. "Not yet. You can have me later." He echoed her words. "I could..." He pecked her on the lips. "Maybe..." He kissed down her neck. "You know..." He left light kisses on her chest. "Only if you want me to..." He kissed her stomach. "Or-"

"Yes. Yes, please." She nodded and he lifted his eyes up to lock with hers.

"You have to tell me." He shrugged, pushing her legs wider apart. "Otherwise, you won't get what you want."

"Please..." She repeated, watching him as he kissed her inner thigh.

"Still not hearing-"

"I want your mouth. Please, I-" She moaned, when she felt his tongue against her...

Later that night, when she was asleep with her head on his chest, he stayed wide awake. Gently combing her hair with his fingers, he looked down at her and unexpected sadness came over him. The band had a week left on the road. Was a week all he had with her too?