Relics

Agression

"Linds....LINDSEY!"

He wouldn't look at her. He just stared straight ahead and kept driving their car, pushing the speed limits throughout the city. Stevie was looking around panicked now and at this rate she really didn't know what was going to happen. Sad Lindsey wasn't a good thing, and angry Lindsey was about a thousand times worse. The problem was, he was absolutely livid.

They were both breathing heavy now, and there was fog appearing on the car windows as the rain pounded on the vehicle and reflected against the headlights. Lindsey had a death grip on the steering wheel, and was muttering under his breath- he probably didn't even hear her.

She didn't dare startle him, so Stevie timidly placed a hand on his forearm, but when they touched he whipped his head and glared at her, replying with "fuck off." in an icy tone.

She knew he didn't mean it, sometimes when he got like this he barely even knew who he was talking to. She sighed and pulled on her hair, trying to think of what was going on in his head. She knew he had been angry when he saw another guy talking to her. Lindsey had absolutely lost it when the guy tried to eventually make a move on her. It wasn't her fault, or even Lindsey's. She knew how he felt about other men interacting with her. So maybe it was her fault after all..

"I'm sorry.." She wrapped her maroon raincoat around her tightly for warmth and security because somehow she could feel the quivering in her voice. Stevie was sure he heard it too, because then he looked at her with soft blue eyes that showed immediate remorse.

"You have to keep talking to me, Angel, so I don't go back there and rip that guys fucking head off."

"I...I don't know what to say.." She saw him tensing up again and knew she had to think on her feet.

"I've been journaling again, Linds.. I'm thinking of a few new rough drafts we could try..some demos, maybe? Would you like that?"

He was barely concentrating on her and she was getting frustrated. She felt so helpless.

"Lindsey!"

"What Steph?!"

"I feel useless here!"

"I'm sorry but all I can think about right now is another man trying to get his hands on you!"

"Doesn't mean I would've let him..you know that baby.." She couldn't think of much else, so she leaned over and placed her hand against his stomach, tracing patterns lower and lower until she was near the waistline of his jeans. She brushed her hand over the bulge forming there and his breath shuddered when he moved to grab her wrist.

"Stevie..."

"Pull over first. I'm not getting you off and then hitting a tree." She smirked.

He did as he was told, but when he pulled over the car she didn't have time to react as his lips met hers and he began frantically pushing off her rain jacket. She giggled and helped him remove it, rubbing her arms after from the difference in temperature now; their car was freezing.

He leaned across to place kisses against her neck, tracing her curves and pushing her skirt up fast. She laughed against him and sighed deeply when he returned to kiss her chest.

"I finally figured out what to show you so you'll pay attention to me."

"I love you so much, Stephanie."

"Mhmm.." She rolled her eyes before he could look up, but he stopped paying attention to her breasts to place his hands on either side of her face.

"I'm being serious now, Stevie. I love you so much it physically hurts me sometimes to see you're attention on anyone else. I don't know what I'd do without you, and I sure as hell don't want to ever have to find out."

"You're pretty sweet when you're horny." Her breathing was quicker now as she brought her hands up to caress his curls and placed his own back down where she wanted them.

"And you're impatient." He laughed and stretched up for another kiss, trailing down her body as she leaned back into the seat. "And wet."

He brought his mouth down where she wanted him unexpectedly and she groaned against him, bucking her hips as his tongue traced around her centre.

Stevie was beginning to tense up, and he picked up his pace, riding out the high of her orgasm with her as she arched her back and yelped.

When their breathing had slowed, she shook her head and smiled, brushing his curls back with one hand.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean, Steph?"

"I was supposed to distract you!"

"You definitely did. I need to be reminded that you're mine."