Torn

Part 11

"See you..." Mick thought for a second. "The day after tomorrow, darling." He hugged Stevie goodbye after their show in LA. "Have a good rest in your own bed." He smiled, pulling back slightly, still holding her at arm's length. "Hopefully your own." Mick joked, making Stevie laugh.

"See you." She echoed and waved, taking a step back and into the waiting SUV.

The North American leg of the tour had only two shows left, which was why Lindsey questioned Stevie's decision to spend the night at her own house. I need to grab a few things anyway, she said, when he asked. He tried his best to push all negative thoughts out of his mind, but he still had that uneasy feeling. Everything seemed fine after the talk they had a couple of weeks ago, though, they hadn't discussed it again since. What if he was imagining things? What if all that they had was just an affair to her? What if when she said, she loved him, she wasn't really in love with him anymore? What if he was planning to end his marriage for her, when she didn't really want him to? He had to talk to her. Again. Preferably tonight.

"So, what's the real reason you didn't want to stay at the hotel?" Karen asked once they'd arrived. 

"No reason." Stevie lied, shrugging her shoulders. "I needed to grab some things."

"The leg ends in less than a week." Karen pointed out, giving her boss a pointed look.

"And? Seriously, Karen, my business isn't always your business." Stevie replied, staring back at her assistant. "Anything else?"

Karen sighed, she shook her head. "Call me, when you need me."

Stevie nodded once and walked Karen to the door. After a quick, goodbye, she shut the door before Karen could ask any more questions. Left alone, Stevie went straight to her bedroom. She still had a bit of time. They were supposed to talk, nothing more, but she still wanted to look good. She picked out a change of clothes, ditching her trademark cold shoulder top and leggings for a floor length, flowy black dress that she sometimes wore around the house when it got too hot outside. She had washed off her stage makeup at the venue, so the next step was replying a softer version of it. Lastly, a spray of perfume. One more, she thought, before putting the expensive bottle down.

The doorbell rang and Stevie froze for a second. She could still change her mind, pretend she wasn't home. No, no you have to, she reminded herself and went downstairs to let her guest in.

"Hey." Dave spoke up first, trying not to grin too wide at the sight of her.

"Hey." Stevie smiled back, stepping into his open arms. "Come in."

"I don't think I've ever been here before." Dave wondered aloud, his hands in the back pockets of his jeans as he looked around.

"What do you think?" Stevie asked, spinning one of her rings around a finger. 

Dave shrugged. "The foyer is nice." 

Stevie laughed lightly, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Uh, we don't have to- would you like to sit down? Can I get you anything? A drink maybe? I for sure need one."

"Relax." Dave said, he reached for her hand before she got too far away and spun her around to face him. "There's no need for you to be nervous." He shook his head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful."

"Liar, I don't." Stevie disagreed. "We just finished a two hour show. I'm exhausted, not beautiful."

"I beg to differ." Dave said, loosening his grip on her hand. "One drink is okay, I think."

"Alright." Stevie nodded, hoping her heart would stop beating so fast. "What can I get you?"

"Whatever you're having is fine." Dave shrugged and followed Stevie into the kitchen, looking for a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine. 

They were silent. Stevie felt Dave's eyes on her as he followed her every move. What's going through his mind, she thought, because hers was racing. They were supposed to meet and agree that the night they'd spent together was a mistake, that they would go back to being friends and nothing more. Why was that the last thing on her mind then?

"So..."

"So." Dave repeated, clinking his glass against hers. "How do we, uhm... where-"

Screw it. Stevie took his glass and put it down with hers. Her arms went up and around his neck, his circled her waist as he pushed her against the kitchen island once their lips met. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue brushed over hers and then she yelped, breaking them apart, when he lifted her up and sat her down with ease. 

"You're insane if you- hmph..." He silenced her again, leaning forward, making her lie down flat on her back, his hands worked fast, pushing her dress up over her hips. "Wait, what's- do you hear something?" 

Dave paused, lifting his head up from her chest. "Nope."

"No, wait." Stevie held his face in her hands to stop him from attacking her with his mouth anywhere he could reach. "I think it's my phone."

"You have a phone?" Dave frowned. "Why the hell have I been communicating with you through your assistant then?"

"It's for emergencies really." Stevie sat up and asked him to help her down on her feet. "It'll only take a second, I promise." She said, standing on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips. "Where is that damn thing?" She spoke out loud, vaguely remembering that she'd left her phone in her bag upstairs.

Stevie had a feeling. It couldn't be Karen. She didn't need to be told, she knew, when to bother Stevie and not. She wasn't stupid even if Stevie didn't exactly share the truth with her before sending her home. There was really the only other person, who might want to get in touch with her, no matter the fact it was way past midnight. 

"Hello?" Stevie answered, doing her best to sound as if she'd been already sleeping.

"Hey, did I wake you?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah, oh- uh-" Stevie stammered, when Dave suddenly appeared behind her, having followed after her. 

"You okay?" 

"Mhm." Stevie managed, her lips sealed as she tried to suppress a moan at the feeling of Dave's mouth on her neck. "My back is acting up tonight." She lied, putting her hand on the back of his head to keep him close. "Wh- what did you want?"

"Nothing really, just to talk about something, anything."

"We'll see each oh-ther the day after tomorrow." She cursed herself and placed her hand over Dave's, when it settled on her chest. "I'm tired." She added, now keeping Dave's other hand still from sneaking up her inner thigh.

"No, of course." Lindsey sighed. "I'm sorry I called. Goodnight."

"Go-" 

The line went dead.

Stevie turned around, her eyes narrowed at Dave, who was smirking back at her. "Did I get you in trouble?"

"You're going to pay for that." Stevie jabbed a finger into his chest then switched their places and pushed him down onto the bed...