Whatever It Takes

Part 11

Stevie hummed quietly as she combed through Avery's hair slowly, lulling the girl to sleep. It had been a long time since Avery last asked for a bedtime story, but she sometimes still wanted either Stevie or Lindsey to stay until she drifted off. They never said, no. Since Stevie came home much later than she'd intended, all they had together was dinner and an hour of TV, so it was Stevie's turn that night.

Feeling Avery's even breathing on her chest, Stevie carefully moved to get up. She turned the lamp by the bed off and lingered for a minute longer to make sure she hadn't woken Avery up. Closing the door behind her, Stevie turned to go back downstairs. She was surprised to see Lindsey at the sink washing dishes they'd left behind after dinner. 

"I was going to rinse them off and put them into the dishwasher." Stevie said, grabbing a kitchen towel.

Lindsey looked back over his shoulder and shrugged. "It's just a few plates."

"Well, thanks anyway." Stevie reached for the ones that had already been washed. 

"Did you have a good day today?" Lindsey asked, glancing at Stevie before he looked away, carefully scrubbing a knife. 

"Yeah, it was alright." Stevie nodded. 

"Just alright?" Lindsey's eyebrows creased, wondering what could have gone wrong.

"Mhm." The corners of Stevie's mouth turned upwards slightly as she looked up at him. "I found it particularly hard to concentrate on what I was actually there to do." 

"Why's that?" Lindsey continued, not catching on. 

"Well..." Stevie dropped the kitchen towel and turned around to lean against the counter. "I kept remembering uh- you know..." She shrugged. "In the morning."

"Oh. Oh." Lindsey smirked, turning the water off. "I didn't think about it at all." He lied and she slapped his arm. "Okay, I did. I meant, what I said."

"Which part?" Stevie asked, placing her hands on the countertop as she leaned back slightly. 

"That I've missed you." Lindsey clarified. "I know, you said that tonight- well, that we would- but we don't have to." He said. "I just want you to know, no matter what's going through your mind right now, I still find you attractive and I still think you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"We don't have to?" Stevie pushed herself forward. "You don't want to?" She stepped up closer to him. "Was that kiss enough?" She lay her hands on his chest, his arms loosely held her around the waist.

Lindsey shook his head. "Nothing is ever enough when it comes to you." 

She ran her fingers through his curls, her hand then rested at the nape of his neck as she guided his mouth to hers. They stayed like that for a moment, their lips locked, before he parted his just barely, enticing her to open her mouth. She moaned as his tongue brushed with hers, his hand moving up her ribcage to her chest at the same time. He pushed her against the counter again and nudged her legs apart so he could press his against her. Her hands slithered down his back, she lifted his T-shirt up a bit to lightly scratch at his skin there. Their kiss remained slow as they took the time to explore and tease each other. He broke their lips apart only when she gripped his belt buckle and expertly undid it with one hand. His eyes cast down, he gulped at the feeling of the back of her fingers brushing over his embarrassingly quick erection as she unzipped his jeans.

"We- uh-" His mouth had gone completely dry. "We c-can't do this- here." As if she hadn't heard him, her hand slipped into his boxers and he involuntarily bucked forward. "Stevie, we- fuck-" He cursed, closing his eyes. "If you k-keep this u-up- I-" He clenched his jaw, sucking in a gulp of air.

"Does that feel good, baby?" She whispered, her voice low in his ear. 

"Too good." He managed to reply, for a second considering just letting her finish him off right there and then. 

Gathering every last bit of strength, he moved her hand away. Without a word, he turned to leave and marched up the stairs, hearing her laughing at his eagerness behind him. As soon as they were safely locked in the bedroom, he pushed her up against the door and leaned in to kiss her again. No longer afraid that they might scar their daughter for life, he released himself from the confines of his jeans and her fingers wrapped around him again as she threw her head back, giving him better access to her neck. 

"You gotta stop." He warned her, breathing heavily.

"Or what?" She challenged, awakening something in him in return.

He pulled away from the door and walked them over to the bed. His hands worked fast as he teared her clothes off, leaving her standing naked in front of him in no time. Sitting down at the foot of the bed, he held his hand out for her to take and she moved closer to sit in his lap, her legs spread wide. She held onto his shoulders, when he pressed his middle finger against her, absolutely teasing her with the light touch. Her eyes closed, mouth agape, she lowered herself a slightly, hoping for at least a little bit of extra pressure.

His hand in her hair, he pushed her face closer to his, making her open her eyes. "Or what." He repeated her own words.

She cried out, frustrated, when he removed his hand, only to breath in sharply, when she felt the pressure of him slowly pushing inside her. Their lips locked again as he held onto her hips, helping her keep up the rhythm. While the position provided a great level of closeness, it wasn't going to get them anywhere. His hands stilled and she understood, lifting herself up and off him. He scooted up to the headboard and she crawled onto the bed to straddle him again. She bit into her bottom lip as he entered her, her hair fell around her face when she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest to support herself. Soon, beads of sweat began gathering on his forehead and his eyes closed, his grip on her waist tightened. 

"Let it go." She encouraged him, planting light kisses to his lips, jaw and neck. 

It was all it took for his body to tense up and a deep groan escaped him. She gradually slowed down until her movements stopped completely. Her hands softly touched and caressed him, giving him a minute to recover. Shockingly, considering the fact that he wasn't 25 anymore, it did take only a couple of minutes, before switched their positions and smirked, letting her know, it was her turn...