Five Days

Day One

Did it make her a bad person that she automatically felt satisfied at hearing one of Lindsey's songs when she knew it was about her? Well, self-centered at the very least. Though that wasn't exactly news...

He sat beside her at the console and pressed play on the tape deck. "So, number one. Sad Angel."

Stevie smirked at her musical partner. "Angel, really?"

"Well, naturally. You'll be pleased to note that I left references to dreams, fires and rooms for some of the other tracks."

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Lindsey's hand as the song started to play, all driving guitar and fast rhythm.

As the chorus began and she heard space for her harmonies, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I hope you like it."

She did. And not just because she felt that familiar thrill of possession and tenderness that he was still writing about her. The main feeling of gratification came from the fact that he cared; cared about her and cared about what she thought. She liked when he made her feel wanted, and not just needed. Stevie knew that she was necessary to him; however, sometimes the fact that he might crave her approval and help was far from clear.

The track ended with a click and she released his hand, turning in her chair to face Lindsey properly. He looked a tiny bit anxious but also extremely proud and Stevie resisted the sudden urge she had to muss up his hair.

"I like it."

Lindsey smiled.