Fix it

Always

Lindsey sobered up in a flash, as he left Mick in his room and hurried to see Stevie. He completely broke her, shattered her heart into pieces; he was afraid of the state he might find her. He also hoped she hadn't guarded herself with Lori, Sharon, Karen and Christine. He hesitated once he reached her door, thinking whether it was a good idea barging in like that to see her in the middle of the night. 

Damn it, I don't have a card..., Lindsey muttered to himself and then the door opened, as out came Christine, glaring at him. "What on earth do you think you're doing?!" She whisper-shouted.

"Just let me in, please."

"Haven't you done enough?"

"I'm here to make things better, Chris, I swear."

"I just got her to fall asleep, Lindsey." As if she was speaking of a small child. 

"And I'm here to mend her heart."

Christine sighed, so over the drama between the two. Studying his face for another moment, she unlocked the door and let him enter, while he thanked her profusely. 

Lindsey (tried) quietly walked to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes before he climbed into bed and put one arm around Stevie, kissing her hair, temple, cheek, neck - anywhere his lips landed on. She began to stir, lazily opening her eyes, slightly startled.

"Lindsey? Is that you?"

"Yes, baby, yes it is me."

"What... what are you doing here so late?"

"I came to apologize and beg you to forgive me, Steph. I'm so sorry... I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I don't want to leave you, ever... I want you, I want to always be with you."

It almost felt like a dream to Stevie. She spent hours sobbing her heart out, suffering a panic attack, being unable to finish the show, having her friends take care of her... and now, out of nowhere here was Lindsey in her bed, saying how sorry he was. 

"I... I don't know what to say." She rolled onto her back, barely, but still making out his facial features in the darkness. "Are you serious? You mean it?"

"I do and I hope you can forgive me. I'm so stupid, asking you for divorce. Willingly throwing away the most wonderful and important thing in my life... I love you, baby. You're... You're everything to me, you're my heart, you're my soul, you're my life..."

Naturally, she was crying again, although this time, it wasn't heart wrenching sobs escaping her, she was listening to him talk, holding her palm against his cheek, as a steady stream of tears rolled down her face. 

"Pinch me?" 

"I would rather do this..." Lindsey trailed off, as he lowered his lips onto hers, kissing her with passion, as she didn't waste any time, granting him access, feeling the warmth from his mouth collide with her own. 

He pulled away the covers from her body, pressing himself on top of her, his hands caressing every inch of her body, bringing it to life, as she arched her back when his lips began kissing her chest. He eased the straps of her nightgown down, pulling it completely off her, while he was fully clothed. 

She lay, allowing him do what he pleased, knowing he wouldn't leave her disappointed. He loved nothing more than to pleasure his woman, it giving him the highest level of satisfaction. The tighter her grip on his hair became, the more driven he got,swirling the tip of his tongue around her hardened nipple, while pinching and playing with the other using his fingers. 

He started moving lower, leaving a wet trail down her stomach, planting a kiss on her hip bone, wandering to her thighs and up again. She was too eager to spread her legs for him, when he made a suggestion that was what he wanted, opening her eyes to see him position himself, before he kissed too close to where she wanted him. He clasped their hands together, locking their eyes too as he leaned in closer, parting her lower lips with his tongue. 

"Oh God..." She breathed, just that making his jeans a lot tighter. 

He was slow at first, running his tongue from her clit to her entrance, before concentrating solely on the swollen bud, as he was flicking his tongue over it quickly or slithering in a more sensual fashion. They had long lost eye contact, but he still kept watching as she moaned and writhed against his mouth, her chest heaving higher with every of his movements. He sensed she was close, as he let go of her hands and hooked his arms around her thighs, so she had no chance at breaking contact, as he didn't hold anything back, performing every technique he had mastered, as she climaxed with a loud cry of his name. 

"You enjoyed that, baby, didn't you?" A smug grin crossed his face, as he lay on her again, his face above hers. 

"That was... I don't even know how to describe it. I was in heaven."

"Me too." He winked, making her laugh. "And I've missed the sound of your laughter." He added, bringing back the emotional side of her. 

"Make love to me." She lifted her head off the pillow, capturing his lips, tasting herself as well as whiskey - intoxicating mixture. 

His clothes were on the floor in a matter of seconds, as he lay in between her legs, his fingers tangling in her hair, as he pressed his lips against hers, at the same time filling her with his length slowly. Once she adjusted, he began thrusting at a low pace, as she accepted him fully, closing her eyes and biting on her lower lip, her nails digging into the muscles of his back. They moved together like that for some time, until he had to speed up, wanting to prolong their lovemaking. 

He ordered her to turn on her front as he slid into her from the back, circling his arms around her waist, his front glued to her back, as he kissed her shoulders, the curve of her neck, down her spine as low as he could reach in that position. 

"I need you on top." He groaned, as it had started feeling too nice. 

They changed their position again, his hands gripping her hips as soon as she sat on him, cocking her head back, the ends of her hair tickling his legs, as she built up a rhythm, taking every inch of him. She started feeling another orgasm in the pit of her stomach, as she lay on his chest, only her lower body bouncing on his length, as she felt several rather sharp slaps on her butt, that only encouraged her to move faster, knowing he was right there behind her. 

She sat up again, placing her hands on his chest for support, using the very last of the strength in her body, pushing them both over the edge, as they reached ecstasy groaning and gasping, her nails scratching his skin, his fingers leaving prints on hers.

"Unbelievable." He was breathing heavily, holding her close to himself, both sweaty and utterly exhausted. "We're made for each other."

"You're my better half." She smiled lazily, barely managing to keep her head up. "I love you, I'm so happy you came back to me."

"I'm sorry I ever doubted us." He brushed wet hair out of her face. "Thank you for taking me back."

"Always, Linds. Always." 

"And forever." He added and brought her in for another kiss, no matter their bruised and swollen lips...