Not Just a Mirage

Chapter 17

A/N: Hi guys, sorry about the unexpected very long break in this one. I was just going to forget it, but I hate unfinished stories so I wanted to come back and finish this one.  If you're still here, hi again and thanks for your patience :) 

The feeling of someone watching her pulled her from her sleep. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was faced with Lindsey staring back at her intently, their limbs still tangled underneath the covers. Unable to read his current state of mind, the corners of her lips apprehensively curled up in a grin as their eyes continued in a silent showdown. 

"Your creepy staring woke me," she mumbled, burrowing her face back into her pillow. 

"Sorry," he muttered back, not offering much more. 

Closing her eyes again, her hand blindly reached out for his, their fingers instinctively tangling together. Based on the quiet of the chateau and the light of the sun, she could tell it was still the early hours of the morning. After an oddly peaceful and anti-climatic end to their fight yesterday, they'd spent the night locked in Stevie's room, making up in the best (and only) way they knew how. 

Stevie could feel the welcomed soreness throughout her body-- the both of them hungry and desperate to prove their love and passion to one another as the night carried on. Still, there was something in Lindsey's demeanor she couldn't quite place. An unknown sadness behind his eyes, a tighter than normal grasp in the way he clung to her. 

"Hey," she whispered, her morning voice still raspy and low as her finger trailed across to grab his chin, "Where's my morning kiss?"

A wide grin spread across his face before he dove across his pillow and into her lips. A whimper escaped the back of her throat as his fingers grasped onto the sides of her face before running through her hair roughly, their tongues now swirling around one another slowly. She felt a rush of heat from deep within when one of his hands roughly grasped her waist, pulling her closer into him as she deepened their kiss. 

A loud sound from out in the hallway startled them both, Stevie pulling back slightly as they both looked towards the door. On the other side, they heard the sounds of two people rummaging around loudly. Biting her lower lip, she turned her attention back to Lindsey while they waited for the coast to be clear again, his thumb still circling her bare skin teasingly while the rest of their movements halted. 

"Hey," he whispered as they found their noses nuzzled closely again, "We were still uh...really good at that last night, huh?"

She tried to bite back a smile, "At what?"

He pinched the small of her waist again playfully, "Two-part harmonies," he wiggled his brows. 

She couldn't fight the giggle that left her mouth this time, pushing him back by the chest, "You're ridiculous," she laughed. 

"Am I wrong?"

"No," she shook her head seriously now, her eyes meeting his again, "You're certainly not. Not this time, anyway."

He grinned victoriously, pulling her in for another kiss. The sounds of everyone waking were now getting louder in the hallway, Mick and John's voices carrying through as they all made their way to the kitchen. Stevie sighed, pulling back regretfully. 

"Two-part harmonies," she repeating with a scoff, her head shaking as she smiled widely, "I hate you, you know?"

"You do not," he pouted. 

She raised her brow in challenge, pulling her body to sit up slowly now. He watched as she began to pull the covers back and look around for her robe.

"Where are you going?" his voice was smaller and weaker than he meant to sound.