Never Break the Chain

Hour 11

    They sat sitting up against the headboard. They'd made love as many times as their bodies would physically allow them, now sitting in silence.

   Stevie held the sheet tighter around her, sighing. "I'm bored."

        "Me too."

    Her teeth sank in to her bottom lip, her fingers dancing across his thigh. "We could have sex again."

   "Steph, there would be nothing better than to fuck you over and over again, but I'm not in my twenties anymore. I need time to recuperate."

   Stevie nodded in understanding, falling against her pillow. "Lindsey I want to go out and do something, I can't stand being locked in this hotel room."

Lindsey shrugged, reaching over in to the nightstand with his free hand. She watched as he pulled out a container, shaking it. He opened it, Stevie instantly smelling the pot. She raised an eyebrow, Lindsey grinning at her.

"You wanna get high?" He held up the bottle with a cheeky grin, his eyebrow raised.

Her lips pursed, her head falling back against the pillow as she shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Lindsey smiled, rifling through the nightstand. His smile quickly fell, slumping next to her. "I'm out of papers."

"Well shit." Stevie starred up at the ceiling blankly.

"Oh!" Lindsey shot up, jerking her with him.

"What the hell?"

"I'll text my assistant, he'll get something." He reached for his phone.

"Yeah, rip my arm off in the process." She huffed, watching as he tapped away at his phone.

"Done." He set his phone back down, grinning.

"Well what are we supposed to do until then?"

Lindsey grinned, his hand creeping up her bare thigh. "I have an idea."

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    Lindsey Buckingham's assistant knocked on his door a third time, his arms crossed as he tapped his foot impatiently.  He knew very well what his boss was doing, having heard Stevie's screams as soon as he set foot off the elevator. He held the glass piece under his jacket, feeling ridiculous as he stood waiting.

    He pounded on the door this time, his patience running thin.

    The door pulled open, Lindsey popping his head out. "Hey! Did you get it?"

   Adriane rolled his eyes, nodding. "Here you go." He pulled out the large glass object from his jacket, Lindsey frowning.

    "What the fuck is that?"

   "It's the only thing they had."

    Lindsey nodded in acceptance. "Thanks, gotta go."

     He slammed the door, leaving his assistant confused. Shaking it off, Adrianne returned to his own room.

   Starring at the piece in Lindsey's hands, Stevie's eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck is that?" She repeated his assistants words.

         "It's a bong."

   Stevie rolled her eyes. "I know what it is smart ass, I mean, why do you have it? He was just supposed to get papers, or a little pipe."

   Lindsey shrugged, setting the bong down on the table. "It was the only thing they had I guess." In the time they were waiting they had figured out how to get dressed, which for Lindsey it included a pair of boxers. For Stevie, her robe with the arms tied around her bust to keep it from falling down.