Author: rulersmakebadlovers
Again: 2016
You grab the nearest shirt you can find, which thankfully was long enough to cover your ass, and you slip it on quickly before following Lindsey out into the hall.
"What the fuck was that?!" You whisper-yell at him so as to not wake any of your sleeping band mates.
He turns around and he's so close to you that you could jump right into his arms and have him take you there; right against the wall. You shake your head and get back to reality. You cross your arms and wait for a response.
"I told you yesterday morning that I didn't like the idea of another man's hands on you." He says, as if it's no big deal. As if it's completely okay and completely validated for him to feel that way.
"You know what? Fuck. You. Lindsey Buckingham. You are not mine and I am not yours and we don't get to make these decisions for each other! I don't tell you not to go home and fuck your wife because I hate the idea of her hands on you. I hate the idea of you being inside someone else; making love to someone who isn't me! I keep my fucking mouth shut and I certainly don't suck your cock until you're about to come and then just leave you to teach you a lesson."
All the while you're yelling at him those thought of mine, mine, mine, keep creeping back into your head. You fight them; knowing he wasn't yours just as he should know you weren't his.
You stand there for a while with your hands on your hips, looking at him intently and waiting for him to speak. Finally he clears his throat and opens his mouth, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. I don't know what came over me. I heard you went on a date and the whole time you were gone all I could think about is what you were doing and if you were fucking him and I just.....I couldn't take it. Those feelings mixed with how badly I want you all the time made something inside me just explode when you walked through the door."
You nod a little, "that's how I feel every morning when you walk into my house."
"Kristen and I aren't sleeping together. You know that."
You tilt your head to the side and look at him, "then who are you sleeping with?"
He looks away and blushes a little, "no one. I only want you."
You take a deep breath, "that's not part of the agreement."
"Fuck the agreement, Steph!" He runs his hand through his hair and quietly paces the hallway. "I love you and I know, despite what you say, that you love me too. All I want is to be able to show you that. Why is that too much to ask?"
"Because, Lindsey, at the end of the day you're still married. I won't ruin another marriage. Especially not when there are three beautiful, innocent children involved."
"So it's better to have them in an environment where their parents don't love each other than to show them what love really looks like? Is that what you're telling me, Steph?"
