Relics

Muses

"How long do you think this will take to work?" Lindsey shuffled impatiently, attempting to look at Stevie's sketchbook.

"As long as it needs to, and don't move!" She smirked as he jolted back into position and sighed impatiently.

"Do you even have anything drawn yet."

"Yes."

"Can I see?"

"Not until I'm done, or I get an idea for my poetry piece, then I'll consider it done."

She sat cross legged on a lounge chair four feet away from him, with a paintbrush in her right ear and a pencil in her hand. He watched her features as she stopped to fix the pins holding back her golden locks, tongue half out of her mouth as she then furrowed her brows and continued to draw. This was what she always did when she got stuck, it made her concentrate on her work and made her forget about anything else troubling her.

"Steph why are we even doing this? Does it ever even help?"

"Oh yes, sometimes. I really need something to spark my inspiration. It's a great release for me, actually."

"I can find another great release for you.."

Before he had finished the sentence, Stevie had rolled her eyes and began to chuckle. He liked watching her light up about her ideas. Or at least if he was the cause of them.

"I'm sure you could, Linds."

"No seriously, making love to you is my inspiration for anything I do, really. Even just seeing you helps me get out of bed everyday," he moved across the room to kneel before her and kissed one of her bare knees "figuratively speaking of course, because when you're in bed next to me it's really the opposite of me wanting to leave."

He had her full attention now, but she wasn't quite sure how sincere he was being just yet, so she just shook her head and smiled.

"You also become an amazing flatterer when you're turned on, Lindsey."

"Only for you, baby." He pushed her flowing skirt up further to reveal the beginning of her thighs, caressing the tanned skin there with the coolness of his fingers and almost feeling her abdomen shudder.

"Go sit down, Buckingham, I know your ways."

"Oh, you definitely do." And she rolled those big brown eyes again,  but he didn't move. It wasn't his fault, truly, he just couldn't stop looking at her. Stevie captivated him more and more everyday.

"Whenever I begin to draw your eyes, I start to get ideas," She took his face in her hands as he still sat beneath her and rubbed underneath those said eyes with the pads of her thumbs "I get lost in them.."

"Oh, so it's my fault." Lindsey tickled the backs of her knees gently, trying to read her expression and smirking.

"No, it's a good thing, really. It keeps me....creative. Especially when you're distracting me like this. I can't stop looking at them."

"Steph, you were creative long before you had me."

He unwrapped Stevie's legs and pulled her by the knees closer to the edge of the chair, all the while beginning to place soft kisses across her neck and down her chest. Lindsey enjoyed being able hear her laboured breathing, and to know that he was the cause of it made it even better. When he placed his hand beneath her skirt and began to caress her, she threw her head back and moaned eagerly as her sketchbook flew across the floor and her hands began to pull on the curls near the back of his neck.

"I'm not...going to tell you again..to.."

"You weren't going to anyways, Stephanie.."

"sit..down.." 

"I knew you'd give in eventually."

"Oh, shut up. I was done anyway..."