I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

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When Stevie's taxi dropped her off in front of Lindsey's gate, she let herself in with ease and she walked up the pathway to his home, finding herself ever so excited to see him as she made her way to his front door.

Knocking on the door, she quickly took a step back in order to fix her hair in the reflection of the glass.

When he opened the door, he was slightly taken aback by her presence that he only took a quick glance at her attire, not finding it anything crazy as he he looked up at her and smirked at the sight of her.

"Hey, you..." he smiled. "When did you get back? I would've come to you..." he opened his arms, embracing her easily while taking in her scent as he kissed her neck.

"Mm, well, I wanted it to be a surprise... Not that my presence would have been so overly shocking in a couple days," she pulled back.

He chuckled, "It's the best surprise, Steph... You made my night," he kissed her lips.

She pulled back gently and caught her breath. "Anyway, I only got back a couple hours ago, checked in with the family from home, so you couldn't have come to me... You know how I feel about you coming to my house..." she trailed.

"Of course," he nodded, finding an overwhelming amount of joy within himself as she simply explained.

"Either way, I told 'em I'd check in when I got the next city, so..." she bit her bottom lip, readjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Here, I am..."

He was simply so taken by her that he was only staring at her, taking in her porcelain face and beauty.

"Are you planning on inviting me in, Mr. Buckingham?" she wondered as she leaned against the doorway.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," he smirked and shook his head as he moved to the side for her. "Come on in..." he gestured. "Here, let me take that for you," he added, taking her bag.

"Thanks..." she smirked, untying her coat as she walked passed him as she furthered into his home.

"Jesus, Christ, Stevie... Even the smaller bags are heavy. What the hell do you have in here?" Locking the door, he smirked to himself.

"Pinot Noir," she mumbled with innocence in her voice as she opened her coat and settled her hands on her hips.

He chuckled, "Then, I'll get you a glass, ASAP," he pulled the bottle out, eventually turning to face her and he did a slight double take as his eyes landed on her petite figure.

The relief that washed over her when he finally took her in was worth the wait because she could tell he was just about drooling and it was the confidence boost she needed.

"Well..." she cleared her throat, "I hope you're in the mood..." she commented with a smirk as she dropped the coat from off her shoulders and to the floor.

"Oh, Stevie... You're a sight for sore eyes, but you know I don't drink like that anymore..." he assured, playing it off as though he wasn't witnessing her take her clothes off.

She walked over to simply give him a playful shove.

"Do you really, pray tell, think I am talking about the wine?" she wondered in a soft, yet raspy whisper as she closed the distance between them, slipping her arms around his neck.

"God, I hope not," he smirked, dropping her bag to the ground in order to wrap an arm around her waist, though the glass bottle of wine remained in his other hand.

He then leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back before he could.

"Good..." she took the bottle from him and settled it on the coffee table next to her. "I do happen to be in dire of you tonight," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she teased his lips with her tongue, though she pulled back and the fully captured his lips with hers.