Dreams

14

"I'm sorry we have to share a dressing room," Stevie says softly as she watches Carolina line her eyes in the mirror. It's been two weeks since she slapped her and Carolina is still holding out. She hasn't said a single word to her. It's not technically true that they had to share a dressing room tonight, but Stevie didn't push back when Karen said it would be easier.

"It's fine, Steph," Carolina mutters back, but she won't make eye contact with her. She didn't realize how much she missed the sound of her name on the tip of her tongue. Especially not her real name.

"Caro," Stevie turns to look at her, dropping her arms to her sides as she stands in her body suit and her skirt, arms and cleavage exposed while she finishes her makeup. "I can't do this. I can't take it. Please just talk to me."

Carolina breathes deep as she sets her eyeliner pencil down on the counter. "It's too hard," she shrugs, "I can't. I can't - knowing you're with him. Knowing he makes you happy."

"He doesn't," Stevie says a little more desperately than she means to, "I broke up with him. Last week. Told him things just aren't the same and I can't pretend that they are. It's done, Carolina. Lindsey and I aren't together."

The admission makes Carolina's heart beat hard in her chest. If Stevie did it without thinking she'd get her back then she really meant it. "Oh. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

Stevie steps behind Carolina and wraps her arms around her, holding tight to her waist. "I'm fine. There was no love lost on my part. I had to try with him to get the closure, but it's done. He and I are through."

Carolina wraps her arms around Stevie behind her, doing her best to hold her in the awkward position. Her whole body feels like it's on fire. "Ok," she nods, then gasps as Stevie tucks her hands under her shirt, pressing them against her bare stomach.

"Stevie I have to be on in twenty minutes," Carolina protests, but it comes out in a half moan as Stevie dips her hands in the front of her jeans.

"Then I'll have to hurry," Stevie grins against her back, finding her clit and circling it, barely touching her.

Carolina rests the back of her head against Stevie's shoulder as she holds her up, fingers inching closer to her entrance as she pops the buttons on her jeans with her free hand. She can't help herself, she's powerless in Stevie's hands.

"Do you want me to stop?" Stevie whispers in her ear as she thrusts two fingers inside the younger woman, rubbing the palm of her hand against her center.

"No," Carolina shakes her head quickly, bracing herself against the makeup counter with both her hands. She's already so wet she knows she won't last long.

"Tell me you've missed this," Stevie whispers again as she moves Carolina's hair to the side and sucks the sensitive spot on her neck, grazing her teeth against her skin.

Carolina goes weak in the knees and backs her hips into Stevie as she thrusts harder, curling her fingers up so she's hitting her g-spot directly.

"Stevie, Fuck," she groans as she feels the pleasure wash over her. Stevie is unrelenting, biting her neck harder than she knows she should as she feels Carolina contract around her fingers.

"That's it," she smirks, "be a good girl, Carolina. When you walk on that stage still wet I want you to remember who did that to you."

Carolina takes a sharp breath in and digs her nails into the front of Stevie's thighs as she comes undone in her arms. Stevie keeps her pace until Carolina has to push her hand away, panting breathlessly as she leans over the counter.

She rests her forehead against the cold marble top, keeping her eyes closed so they don't water any more than they already have. She's going to look like a mess on stage, but that seems to be exactly what Stevie wants. Carolina finally stands and turns to her, pulling her in for a kiss.

"No no," Stevie grins and its wicked and full of mischief. "Later. Fix yourself before you go on stage, pretty girl. I'll be in the wings watching."

Carolina shakes her head and laughs. Of course Stevie would re-enter her life just like this; a chaotic whirlwind of pleasure and pain combined. They're quiet for a moment as Carolina presses her powder puff to her cheeks, trying to disguise how flushed she is.

"Carolina," Stevie says gently, much kinder than she was a moment ago.

Carolina looks back at her in the mirror as she combs her fingers through her waves, trying to make it look like she wasn't just fucked within an inch of her life.

"I love you." Stevie kisses her shoulder, then opens the door to their dressing room and escapes, leaving Carolina alone to collect herself.

"I love you too," Carolina mutters in the silence, smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks.