Whatever It Takes

Part 10

Stevie stood in the bathroom after she'd taken a shower, her hair wrapped in a towel, struggling to clasp her bra. She was supposed to have already gotten ready and on her way out, but she overslept and this otherwise tiny problem only made matters worse. With Avery now back in school, Stevie had limited time during the day, which she could spend doing what she wanted or needed to, so she had to rush. She sucked in her stomach as if that was going to help somehow before she cursed loudly, catching Lindsey's attention.

"You okay in there?" Lindsey asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"This stupid thing!" Stevie yelled out, making Lindsey back off. "It just won't cooperate!"

"What thing?" Lindsey continued speaking through the door, but when she didn't say anything back, he let himself in. "Whoa, hello." His eyebrows shot up as his eyes immediately settled on her breasts, spilling out of the cups. "I know, I'm better at taking it off, but... you want me to give it a try?"

Stevie breathed out heavily, annoyed, she nodded her head. "Please."

Lindsey moved to stand behind her and managed to complete the task successfully even if not on the first attempt. He lifted his eyes up and frowned, seeing Stevie's reflection in the mirror. 

"What's wrong?" 

"It's-" She paused. "I feel like I have a rope tied around me, it's cutting into my skin." She sighed, reaching behind her back.

"No, no, I'll do it." Lindsey said, he noticed faint lines had already started to show. "Well-" He scratched the back of his head. "I mean-"

"What?" Stevie turned around to look at him. 

"Let me see." Lindsey had a serious expression on his face as he brought his hands up and gently cupped her breasts, moving them up and down, doing God knows what else as he pretended to examine them. "Yup, they're bigger."

"Oh, fuck off." Stevie pulled away and reached for her robe to put on. "I'm supposed to be on my way to the studio already!"

"Stevie, you are pregnant." Lindsey said as if she'd forgotten that. "This happened last time too."

"What am I gonna do?" She didn't necessarily expect an answer as she went to the closet. "I don't have time for this right now! I'm no longer 20 or even 30-years-old!" She kept shouting. "I can't just show up braless to work."

Lindsey, despite finding the situation quite comical, kept a straight face. "I dunno, just wear something tight and put something else over it?" 

Stevie stopped making a mess out of her closet and thought about his suggestion. "Huh, that's not the worst idea you've ever had."

"Thanks." Lindsey rolled his eyes, now watching her as she was picking out her clothes. 

"I have to go shopping." Stevie said more to herself than him, pulling down a top she'd chosen over her head.

"You look beautiful." Lindsey said, breaking the short moment of silence between them, letting his eyes roam her body. He kept his hands clasped, fighting against letting them touch her. 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." Stevie replied, glancing at him. 

Lindsey shook his head. "No, I'm not. Though, what I really meant to say was that you look hot."

Stevie raised an eyebrow. She studied his face for a second and detected no bullshit. They hadn't had sex for almost two months, all she allowed was some kissing and hands wandering, but that was it. That was most likely why he said it. Or... maybe not? He broke their eye contact and she suddenly felt naked again as he stared, unconsciously biting his lip. She took the first step and locked her arms around his neck, rising to stand on her tiptoes to softly kiss him. His one hand on her waist, the other loosened her hair from the towel before it settled on the back of her head and pushed her in closer. Sensing that things were quickly getting out of control, when his hand slid down to her ass, she separated them. Holding his face in her palms, she pecked him on the lips once more.

"I have to..." Stevie trailed off.

"I know." Lindsey sighed, pressing his forehead to hers. "I miss you."

"Tonight." She promised.