"Stevie...Stevie...."
She vaguely felt her shoulder being shook, frowning in her sleep as she felt a pair of lips on her temple.
"Stevie wake up. We're here."
Stevie grumbled, her hand coming up to soothe her hair from her face as she woke up. Her eyes slowly peered up, her heart jumping coming face to face with Lindsey.
"Jesus Christ you're really close." She buried her face in the pillow, Lindsey poking her shoulder again. "What?"
"We're here."
Stevie slowly sat up, trying to look out the window. "We're in San Francisco?"
Lindsey nodded, a grin on his face. "We're really here babe."
She couldn't ignore the bubbling feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach. Sitting up, she turned around to look out the rectangular window just above their bed.
She couldn't see much due to the blinding sun , but in the distance she saw an array of lights, strobing out on to the ocean besides it. "Is that where you'll be playing?" She pointed to the spot.
"Mhmm." Lindsey came up besides her; looking out the window with her.
"Right on the beach?"
"Well." He shrugged. "Not right on the beach, but right next to it."
"Do you think I'll have time to go there before your show?" She couldn't tear her eyes away from the glittering water.
"Will we have time." He corrected her. "And yes, we will. We could go after we get checked in to the hotel if you want."
Stevie's eyes lit up with excitement, before creasing her eyebrows together.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have a swimsuit."
"They have a bunch of little shops right on the boardwalk, I'll buy you one."
Stevie shook her head, climbing out of the bed. "I don't need you buying me anything, I have money."
"Alright." Lindsey rolled his eyes. "We have to check in to the hotel first."
Stevie nodded, finally realizing the proximity of him. She shuffled out of the bed, standing in the small space between the wall.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Stevie tried to convince him. "It's just...I didn't really realize how small the room was until now."
Lindsey grinned, crawling towards her on the bed. He stood on his knees in front of her. His face was right next to hers, Stevie holding her breath. "Does that bother you?"
She didn't get the chance to respond, Lindsey hooking his finger under her chin; drawing her face towards his and kissing her. She tried to pull away, Lindsey following and backing her in to the wall. His tongue moved in to her mouth when she gasped in surprised, placing his hands on either side of her head.
Without realizing it, Stevie was pulled down to the bed by him, his hands on her waist as he leaned over her.
'Stupid. Stupid, Stevie you can't keep doing this. You barely know him. Yes but he hasn't done anything wrong yet. Still you don't know him, and your letting him touch you, like some kind of slu-"OH!"
Her mental argument with herself was broken when she felt his thigh separate her own legs and thrust against her center. A blush crept across her cheeks realizing she was commando under the shirt he'd given her to sleep in.
