Storms

Where You Belong

Warning: adult situations

Lindsey follows after her, knowing she couldn't have gotten far. He didn't see her from the door, and she wasn't in the immediate hallway. Walking down the hall, toward the staircase, he sees her turned toward the wall, hands covering her face.

"Steph" he says softly, knowing yelling, even to get her attention, would make her run. "Stephanie, please" She doesn't move from her spot, and as he draws closer, he hears her terrible, whimpering sobs. Without permission, he takes her into his arms and she doesn't resist. Her head rests on his chest as she continues to cry. "Stevie, I'm not going back to her."

"You have to, she loves you." she says, her voice barely audible.

"Are you saying you don't?" he asks, not to fight but to get her to see how illogical her argument is.

"No" she says. "But--"

"No 'but', Steph. If I love you and you love me, why can't we be together? I've been waiting all of my life to have you, to do exactly what we were doing."

"Unpacking your bachelor pad and waiting for your divorce to be finalized?" she asked with a slight smirk.

He laughed. "Not exactly, but it seems like you're feeling a little better, you're joking."

"After being in your arms, I do feel a little better." He holds her a moment longer, rubbing her back in slow circles. "I guess I was just being stupid. It hurts to know you're still tied to her when I want you so bad. I gave you up countless times because I thought it's what I was supposed to do."

"I never wanted to go."

"I know."

"So this time, I'm not listening to you." He jokes.

"Don't, please. I make awful decisions" They both laugh as she wipes her tears.

"I love you, now will you put your ring back on?"

"Gladly."

He slips the ring on her left hand, kissing her softly. "Anything that comes up, we can deal with it together. Individually, we are strong, but together we are unstoppable."

"We're a package deal."

"Forever"

"Forever, baby" She kisses him, much harder this time, bruising his lips with a smoldering kiss.

"Get back into the apartment." he says between kisses. "Now"

"Is that an order?" she asks, her chest heaving against his. He smacks her bottom hard and she yelps, pulling back from another set of intense kisses.

"No defiance, little mama. You don't want any trouble."

"Maybe I do." She takes his hand and practically drags him back into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

They resume their positions, pressed up against the wall, kissing and groping, clothing being quickly shed. "I don't know where you thought you were going" he says.

"I don't know"

"You know where you belong, don't you?"

"I belong with you" Stevie says. She can feel Lindsey's lips curling into a smile as their lips crash into each other's. "I love you"

"I love you too." He quickly picks her up, half dressed, and walks her into the bedroom. "It looks beautiful in here, baby. You did a good job"

"I appreciate the praise, but maybe you should focus on what's going on right here" she says with a giggle.

He trails his fingers from between her breasts, down her stomach and teases the waistband of her lace panties. "Should I focus my attention...right here?" he asks. His brushes against her ever so softly and she reacts immediately, a moan escaping her lips. "Do you like that?"

"Keep going" she begs, locking her eyes with his, her breathing becoming shallow. He brushed his fingers over her mound and slipped between her folds. He stopped, watching her reaction. Her lifted her hips toward him, anticipating his next move. "Please, baby" He leans down to kiss her lips then continues down her body, stopping right above her panties. She lifts her neck and shoulders off the bed, looking at him as he wanders further down. His eyes flash mischievously and he pulls her panties off. He kisses the soft tender skin of her ankles and calves, nipping lightly at her inner thighs, forcing them apart. He kisses her in her most private area, pressing his tongue through her folds where his fingers had been. She moaned again, arching her back off the bed. He worked her into a quick frenzy, watching her grope her own breasts, pull at her own hair, open-mouthed panting. Before allowing her to succumb to her climax, he kissed up her body again.

"Do you want to come?" He asked and she nodded vigorously. "Hm?"

"Yes, please."

"Say it."

"Lindsey..."

"Say it, baby. Let me hear you say it." He loved to tease her and though she resisted and would tell him she didn't like the games, secretly she was very aroused by them.

"I want to come" she said and he groaned. Those words never sounded so good. He descended once more, feasting upon her, hooking his arms behind her knees and lifting her bottom toward him. Her sounds were beautiful, intense, primal. She could barely contain herself, trying to hold out but unable to. Her release was gratifying for body mind and spirit, tears falling down her cheeks as she repeated her undying love for her partner. Lindsey begged for permission to continue wordlessly and she nodded. She spread her thighs, inviting him inside. She guided him gently to her entrance and he paused, allowing her to adjust. She leaned up to kiss him, her left hand placed on his chest. She looked at her ring for a moment, in awe that it was all real. He was finally hers and she, his.

"Beautiful" he whispered, beginning to move in and out of her. She sighed softly, looking so content and he wished so much that he could capture this exact expression, doing his best to commit it to memory. His movements were slow and sensuous, focusing on not only pleasing himself, but Stevie once again. The love was evident, even as his pace quickened and became more rough. He could feel her clenching around him, her second climax building and he let go as well, kissing her repeatedly and moaning her name.

"I love you so much. I cannot wait until all of this is over and you can finally be mine."

"I love you too" she says. He withdraws and collapses beside her, breathless.

"I hate watching you leave" he tells her and Stevie cuddles up into his body. He wraps an arm around her, smoothing her hair back from her face.

"I don't have to go, you know."

"You mean--"

"I could stay here...if you want."

"I do and when I look for a house, I want you to come with me. I want you to help me find the perfect one for us."

"I'd like that."

"And you can help decorate. I want you to feel at home."

"I do. Even here, I feel at home."

"Really?"

"Yes, because you're here. You're home." He is overcome by emotion, kissing her temple as tears fall into her hair.

A/N: Excuse any errors. Thank you for continuing to support this story. I also have another BN story going in the works section of my profile called Bus Stop, set in the 60s. Based on the song Bus Stop by The Hollies.