Where I Belong

Part 12

AN: I wasn't planning on writing this, but you asked, so here it is. 

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If Lindsey kept his eyes closed, it almost felt like he was back in that moment. Was fantasizing and remembering considered cheating? Even if, he couldn't push the memory out of his mind. Another late night, alone in his studio, a record quietly spinning in the corner...

They lay together in silence. There were no questions or unexpressed doubts. Stevie nestled against Lindsey, his arm wrapped itself around her, he pressed a kiss to her hair. Only a few minutes passed, when he felt her soft palm slide down from his chest and settle on his naked middle. A moment of hesitation, her nails then gently grazed his skin.

 "Don't do that." He warned her.

She didn't listen. Her leg now draped over his, she tilted her chin up and left a kiss on his neck. Wasn't she the one, who had just pulled them back from making  a huge mistake? 

He gently palmed her cheek, stopping her. He could barely see her in the total darkness, but he most definitely felt the look she was giving him. 

A sound outside caused Lindsey's eyes to snap open. He listened intently for a second and decided that it was just the wind, though, his heartbeat had slightly increased. He wasn't watching anything inappropriate, he wasn't looking at any pictures. He couldn't get caught, but it still didn't feel right.

She brought her hand up to his face, the pad of her thumb lightly brushed over his bottom lip. He wasn't going to make a move. He'd already taken things too far once that night.

And then she was on top of him, he gulped. She leaned down, no more than an inch between them. Nobody could accuse him of not trying to restrain himself. It may have only been a minute or two, but he tried before his hands gripped her hips, pressing her against himself.

"You want me." She said. 

He would have been embarrassed if he were with anyone else, but not with her. He nodded his head, admitting it. "That's quite obvious." One thing he couldn't control was the way his body reacted to her.

"Why?" She asked, their lips almost touching as they spoke. "You have-"

"You're my someone, too." He said, referring to what they talked about earlier that night. It hurt hearing him say that, but it also added to how fast the walls she'd built around herself were falling down. 

She kissed him at last. His hands move over the silk that covered her body, slowly sliding up to her waist. There was no need to rush and while her palms were pressed to his face, he took the time to explore her a little more than before. She was too lost in the moment to hold herself back, when he shifted slightly underneath her, and she moaned into his mouth. 

The needle on the record player lifted and the music faded out. Lindsey opened his eyes again, maybe it was a sign he should stop. 

She sat up straight, one of the straps of her nightgown hanging off her shoulder. What was the worst that could happen? She'd slap his hand away?  Still somewhat carefully, his fingers eased both straps down her arms, he tugged at the material until he exposed her chest. She remained were she was, he took it as a permission to continue. A shaky breath passed her lips, when he cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. He couldn't ignore the stiff peaks, just begging for his attention. He circled the pad of his middle finger around one, then brushed over it, she pushed her chest out for more.

"Lie down." He ordered.

All of the lines now blurry.

She did, too aroused to say 'no'. She didn't say anything, when he ended up in between her legs this time, either. 

"Tell me when to stop." He asked her.

Stopping him was the last thing on her mind, her fingers in his hair, when his tongue first swiped over her nipple back and forth a few times, before his lips closed around it. She bit her lip, when he lightly grazed it with his teeth, careful not to hurt her. Her eyes were shut, but his were wide open, paying close attention to every little change in her expression. He felt himself being trapped between her thighs, knowing that she was desperate for a completely different kind of touch. 

She felt the cool air in the room hit her, where his mouth had just been, once he pulled away. Their eyes locked, he felt it, she felt it. He moved up slightly to capture her lips, but before the kiss could escalate again, he separated them.

"Please." He said, planting small kisses on her jaw. "You can still tell me if you want me to stop."

She shouldn't have, but she nodded her head.

He leaned in to kiss her, while one of his hands caressed her body in all of the right places, though, still teasing her, not giving her what she wanted right away. Two of his fingers pressed against her and they moaned simultaneously for different reasons. She was becoming impatient and so was he, he hooked his thumb around the thin waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. His fingers were coated with her arousal as soon as he touched her, her lips now unresponsive to his kiss...

Lindsey could still clearly hear her gasping out his name. He had no idea how they managed to hold back from taking things further, especially when she never told him to stop. Maybe it was the hope that that wasn't the end of whatever had started between them again.