You thought getting him off would help ease the tension, but it didn't. Not even a little bit. You went too far, and now all the lines are even more blurry. Now you have seven more hours trapped in a plane and you can't escape each other. He turns on the TV and you know he isn't actually watching anything. You act like you're reading, but you just keep remembering how he felt inside you. Seventeen years you've waited. Certainly you can wait however long it takes him to officially end things with Kristen.
And Stella. God, he shouldn't be distracted by you right now. Part of you wants to tell him to go home. Just handle his daughter and get rid of his wife and then come find you. He notices that you're looking at him and turns, raising his eyebrow.
"What?"
You just shake your head and go back to your book, but he doesn't stop looking at you. "Stop looking at me, Lindsey."
"I wasn't looking at you until I noticed you looking at me."
"Sorry."
He shrugs and looks back at the TV. You debate sitting with him, but aren't sure you could handle being close right now. You feel your nipples harden again as you replay over and over how his mouth felt on you. He remembered exactly what you like, this many years later. He'd always understood your body better than anyone. You didn't even know it was possible to feel the things he'd just made you feel anymore, and you hadn't even let him have sex with you.
You'd thought this part of your life had come to an end. Now that you know you can still feel that way, it's all you can think about. You're restless and you fidget in your seat, not really sure what to do. Mercifully, you manage you fall asleep.
He gently wakes you up, just in time for you to land. You look out the window and see that you're descending, and stretch a little, trying to get your bearings. "I've got a car lined up. We have a few hours to get ready," he says, handing you a bottle of water.
You take a sip and nod at him, still groggy. "What time is it here?"
"About 4." You dread the idea of rushing, but at least you'll be busy when you land.
Karen greets you at your hotel and looks like she's going to murder you. "What the FUCK Stevie?"
"Oh, relax, I've got time," you say, letting her drag you to your room. Your voice coach is waiting and you let Karen put your rollers in while you warm up. You've got everything down to a science, so you know you'll get everything done in time.
The show is a blur. You go through the motions, and hope it's good enough. Lindsey avoids you, but you aren't upset because you know that if he so much as looked at you the wrong way, things could completely derail. Mick gives you a strange look as you rush offstage, which you completely ignore as you hurry to Lindsey's dressing room. You barge in without knocking, and he's standing there without a shirt on, wiping sweat from his neck with a towel.
"Meet me in my room."
"Stevie..." He looks hesitant, and you can't blame him.
"I need you," you say, biting your lip nervously.
He looks intrigued. "What for?"
"You know what for."
"Say it."
"I know you're mine. I want you."
"So you're done teasing me? I can't deal with that anymore..." You nod. He comes closer, his eyes intense. "What do you want me to do to you?" He runs his hand down your neck, squeezing your breast, and you gasp, closing your eyes.
"That's a good start."
"What else?" He comes even closer, both of his hands on your breasts now, pinching their peaks.
