Rumours Ruined Us

Lust

John went looking for Stevie, knocking on her door, to no avail, he left, wondering where she had gone too, maybe she had snuck out to see Don, she had been going out with him, then he was interrupted when the prostitutes form earlier appeared "Hey cutie!" winked one.

"Your tall friend told us to find you and show you a good time!" smirked the other licking her lips. 

John mentally cursed Mick, he was getting turned on as the woman started grabbing and kissing him but, he was worried about Christine too.

Mick staggered up the hall, forgetting about the hookers he paid to find and entertain his depressed best friend, he had also forgotten where he was going, he decided to look for John, to tell him about the new name for their album, but John's room was empty, so he decided to tell Christine instead, he banged on the door after finding it, Christine was sitting against it, drinking and crying "Fuck off John!"  She muttered.

"Chris, its me!" Mick exclaimed.

Christine got to her feet, opening the door and peeking out "What?" She slurred.

"You okay, you dont look well?" Mick crinkled his brow at her, concerned.

"I'm just me, Christine, not perfect anymore!" She chuckled, slowly walking away from him and stumbling, but Mick steadied her.

 "Whats up, I had a good night, looks like you have had a shit one!"

"Shit fucking day!" Christine corrected "This too shall pass!" She added, sitting on the bed and slightly rubbing her stomach.

"Are you pregnant?" Mick asked.

"No why ask me that?" Christine glared at him.

"Your hand is on your belly!" Mick stated.

Christine shook her head, rolled her eyes and patted the bed "Have a scotch with me!" 

"Okay, sure!" Mick eagerly agreed and closed the door, sitting beside her after pouring a glass for them each from the sealed bottle on a table in the far corner of the room. 

She took the glass of Mick and downed it quickly "How quick you can drink with us boys never ceases to amaze me!" He chuckled.

"Years of practice!" Christine winked, clinking the glass with his.

"So whats on your mind?" Mick asked, moving closer to her.

"Dont want to talk about it, whats on yours?" She brushed him off, pouring some vodka in her now empty glass.

"You wouldnt want to hear whats on mine!" Mick laughed "Its dirty!"He added winking.

"I can have a dirty mind too you know!" She winked.

"Yeh right, like me on top of you, opening those sexy legs up!"

"Jeez Mick, I'm on your mind?" Christine laughed.

"Your a hot woman, sexy, smart, sarcastic, I bet your body is amazing too!" He smiled.

Christine just laughed "I'm sick of trying to look after all my band members, I flipped out at John tonight, I haven't bothered checking on Lindsey or Stevie, or even you!" She sighed "I would have made an awful mother!"

"Well you know how the rules go, I'm the daddy of the band, like you always said and I think your the mother, a damn good one too!" 

"The band is our child then, the only one I will ever have," She sighed, sadly drinking more and enjoying the burn.

"Chris, one day you will meet the right guy and have real babies!" Mick smiled, grabbing her hand. 

"No, never now, I'm a fool Mick!" She shook her head and sat the glass on the nightstand gazing into his stormy eyes. 

"Not to me, your wonderful to me!" He exclaimed and kissed her lips, suprised when she gave entrance to his tongue as he laid her back on the bed, almost spilling his glass on her, she was drunk and depressed and didnt really register much of anything, she just enjoyed the warmth as he held her and kissed her with love.

Lindsey's illusion was broken when Carol Ann turned the lights back, he had already had sex with her and the whole time, all he thought about was Stevie and compared the sex, the lust, the romance, the feelings, the intensity, the real connection, something he had failed to find in all the one night stands and fleeting flings.   Carol Ann pranced back up to him "Want some more?" 

"No, go home, its late!" he replied.

"Okay, see you soon Linds!" She winked, pulling her dress on and leaving her underwear and bra as a reminder for him, she slipped back into her high heels and blew him a kiss as she left.

Lindsey rubbed his face and ran his hands through his thick dark curls, what was he doing, why couldn't Stevie have been here, why wasn't it her? He flung his legs from the bed and lit a joint, pulling his jocks on.

Stevie staggered her way, barefoot too find Mick's room, she knocked on a door she heard slight noise in, it was soon opened by Lindsey, who was puffing on a joint only in his jocks, he smiled at her forgetting his anger "Hey, my angel!" He laughed, like he had summoned her.

Stevie gulped, instantly feeling that magnetism between them, she was lost for words.

"Cat got you toungue?" he laughed "She is like a cat in the dark and then she's the darkness!" He sang.

"You remembered the lyrics I wrote!" Stevie giggled, feeling the brandy and white dust taking hold of her as well as Lindsey's charm.

"How could I forget, you twirling with that scarf!" He smiled, tugging lightly on the one she was wearing at that moment "Your always sexy!"

Stevie blushed and bit her lip, he was like his old self, he clearly hadnt used any coke, she concluded.

"Come in, for old times sake, pretend we're back in that shabby aparment, your a waitress, I'm a pot smoking guitarist and we sleep on a matress on the floor!" he laughed, blowing some marijuana in her face. 

"Lindsey!" Stevie paused, she wanted him back, he looked so good, shirtless and nearly naked, his old self shining through like a ghost through the fog of what he had become.  She chewed harder on her bottom lip, wondering what it would feel like for him to hold her again and make her feel complete again.