Dreams

10

Carolina rolls over and looks at the clock on the nightstand, trying to read it with only one eye open. Stevie is on her side, hair in her face, still dead asleep. It's only 8:30. They have plenty of time before they have to be on the plane to Vegas at four. Carolina closes her eyes again and rolls into Stevie, wrapping an arm around her and resting her head above hers on the pillow.

She swears she's only been asleep again for a few minutes when she hears a knock at the door. She considers ignoring it, but it doesn't stop. She peels her eyes open again and grabs for the blanket at the end of the bed to wrap around herself. She has no idea where the robe is, nor any of her clothes.

"Oh, Karen," she says sleepily as she pokes her head out the door, trying to hide the fact that she has no clothes on.

"Look I'm not here to ask questions and I don't want to know anything but if she's in there wake her ass up and tell her to call her family and Lindsey. She was apparently supposed to speak with all of them last night and no one has heard from her, so they're blowing my phone up."

Carolina swallows and nods silently as she listens to Karen. Clearly they've been caught. "I uh..."

"Don't lie," Karen warns as she shakes her head, "I'm the only one who knew where she was going last night when she stormed off to your room. But please, Carolina. Think twice about this. She won't leave Lindsey, and she'll never tell a soul what's going on with you two. Really think about whether this is worth your career. I'm willing to bet it's not."

Carolina can tell Karen is angry, but it's still shocking to hear. She's not even sure what's really happening with Stevie, other than one night of angry sex and a nice meal. "I'll send her up to her room so she can make her phone calls," Carolina sighs. "It won't happen again."

"It will," Karen laughs as she rolls her eyes, "she won't let you go that easily, baby doll. Not unless she thinks it's what she wants."

"Ok," Carolina shrugs because she doesn't know what else to say. Karen's bitter tone feels a bit much, but clearly she has a reason for sounding that way, right? "I'll wake her."

"Thanks," Karen nods, her tone curt and clipped. She walks off before Carolina can say anything else.

Carolina closes the door quietly and crawls back under the covers, resting her hand on Stevie's stomach as she watches her sleep for a moment. Surely Karen is full of it. Stevie isn't doing this for some game. She wouldn't do that.

"Stevie," she whispers as she kisses Stevie's shoulder and runs her hand across her hip and down her thigh.

Stevie groans and squeezes her eyes shut, but she smiles as she feels Carolina's hand against her inner thigh. "Higher," she mumbles as she pulls the covers up over her chest and lets her knees fall open.

Carolina leans over her and kisses her as she trails her nails up the inside of her leg and ghosts her fingertips against her center. She can already tell that she's wet.

"Don't tease me," Stevie pouts, her eyes still closed as she lifts her hips slightly, chasing the contact with Carolina's hand.

Carolina relents as she rests her forehead against Stevie's shoulder and runs the tip of her finger over her clit, circling it gently. Stevie sighs contentedly as her mouth falls open part way and she presses her hips into the mattress.

"Honey," Carolina mumbles as she continues to touch her, watching the blush grow on Stevie's cheeks and creep up her neck, "that was Karen. You were supposed to call your family last night."

"Fuck," Stevie groans and Carolina isn't sure if it's because she's inside of her now or because she suddenly remembered she does have a family to call and they're probably all pissed at her. "Don't stop - don't-"