Lindsey sighed once he walked through the hotel room door, seeing Stevie in the same spot he'd left her this morning. He had had a four hour rehearsal, hoping she would at least get out of bed.
But there she lay, the covers drawn up to her chin as she starred at the wall in front of her.
"Hey." He sank down next to her, soothing his hand over her shoulder.
"Hey." She mumbled in response, burying her head in her pillow.
"Do you want to go to the pool with me? I walked by it on my way up, no one's there."
"No." She responded quietly.
"We could do something else."
"Lindsey I don't want to do anything." She shrugged him away, curling in to a tight ball.
He sighed, leaning back on his elbows. "We're young, we're supposed to piss our parents off."
"My dad worked so hard just so he could afford to send me to school, and I just quit. I didn't think about him or anyone else. I only thought about myself."
"Stevie sometimes you have to be selfish or you're going to loose your own sanity."
She huffed in response, falling silent. Lindsey's head dropped back against the headboard, thudding softly against the padded material. "Are you going to our show tonight?"
"Do you want me to be there?"
"I always want you to be there, but I don't want you to feel forced."
"I don't know." She weakly responded, squeezing her eyes shut.
Lindsey fiddled with his fingers, rolling to his side so that his front was pressed up against her back. She tried to shrug him away, only to cause him to hold on to her tighter.
"Lindsey please." She spoke meekly, hiding her face in the pillow.
"Shh." He smoothed her hair away, coaxing her face out of the pillow. "Stevie just let me hold you." His fingertips traced delicate patterns across her bare upper arm, kissing her shoulder. "Let me make you feel better."
"And how do you plan to do that?" She responded negatively, scowling at the wall in front of her as he began feeling her up.
"Just relax." He trailed his kisses up to her neck, his arm winding around her waist from behind as he held her body tight to his. Stevie's eyes fluttered shut, suppressing the tiny moan that threatened to escape her lips.
"Lindsey I'm not in the mood." Despite her words she relaxed in to him, her hand coming up to grip the back of his head. He lowered himself down her body, tugging the blanket away and planting kisses amongst her bare skin.
"Let me take your mind off of everything." He had stopped at her panty line, his hands caressing her bare abdomen as he kneeled down in between her open legs. Reaching for the delicate lace that covered her modesty, he peeled it off her body, sling shotting the thong across the room.
Stevie laughed, her hands rubbing through his thick curls as he laid down in between her thighs. Her eyes were still red and her cheeks raw from all the tears, but a tiny smile lit up her face. Her eyes fluttered shut when his thumb slid down between her folds, circling her entrance and sphering lightly in to it. Lowering his head, he kept his eyes on her face as he brushed along her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Stevie's head dipped back as she sat up on her elbows, a long moan leaving her lips. She made small circles across the back of his head with her hand, her fingers instinctively clenching around his curls when he nipped at her. "Sex doesn't fix everything you know?"
Lindsey grinned, she sounded out of breath when she spoke; knowing it wouldn't take much to bring her over. "It seems to be working pretty well right now."
He ended his sentence with slipping a finger deep inside her, Stevie gasping as he pushed against her inner walls. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pure action of what he was doing to her body. She felt his lips close around her swollen, pulsating bud and sucking hard. Her mouth hung open, all the breath stolen from her lungs as she tried to make a sound.
"Oh my God...oh my god..oh my god." She repeated in high squeaks, her nails digging in to his bare shoulders. He kept sucking, and curling his finger against her inner wall. He could feel her growing wetter, doubling his efforts as her thighs closed around his head.
Lindsey pressed her thighs firmly in to the mattress, feeling her clench around his finger. He heard her muffled scream and then felt her body go limp. He continued licking at her, slowly now, and gently slid his finger out of her.
Kissing his way up her body, he kissed her lips. Stevie moaned as he brushed his tongue against hers, tasting herself. She tugged at his boxers, Lindsey kicking them off and then settling back in between her thighs. He propped himself up with his forearms pressed on either side of her head, kissing her again.
"Lindsey will you make love to me?" Her fingertips traveled across his face whimsically.
"That's what I'm about to do baby." He kissed her, Stevie shaking her head.
"No. Not just fucking. I want you to make love to me." She saw his eyes widened just a bit, soothing her hands down his bare chest; feeling his heart beating fast. "I don't know what we are Lindsey. I don't know where this is heading, and i'm not asking you to devote yourself to me. I'm just asking you to make love to me, even if we're not in love."
Lindsey nodded, a whirlwind of emotions just having been stirred inside of him. He took a deep breath, leaning down to kiss her. He took his time, reaching between them and putting the head of his erection at her entrance. Kissing her again, he slowly and gently pushed forward; feeling her hot breath against his lips as she gasped against him. He relaxed for a moment, letting her get used to the intrusion of his full member before slowly starting to thrust.
His hands were all over her body, caressing, squeezing, all the while he kept a steady rhythm up. Sliding out gently then pushing back in with a bit more force. He buried his face in to her neck as Stevie clung on to him like a leech. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck as she held him tight. She felt her eyes starting to burn, shutting them close as the first set of tears rolled down the sides of her face.
Not even ten minutes ago she couldn't get out of bed. Couldn't stop crying over her father, over school, about her life choices. But at this very moment, with Lindsey thrusting in and out of her so gently, the loving words he was whispering in her ear; she couldn't be bothered to give any of those things a second thought. He'd become somewhat of a security blanket, he was her drug of choice to numb the pain.
It scared her how easily he could distract her, and how well he could make her forget about everyone and everything. She didn't know if she was in love with him or not. She did know that the way he made her feel absolutely terrified her, but the thought of being without him terrified her even more.
