I Can't Stop

Part 10

Don stayed for another night. Only when Stevie boarded the private jet with the band, Don got on a plane back home. Stevie wanted to go to Lindsey and talk, but since there were other people around, she didn't think that was a very good idea. When they landed and were taken to a hotel, it seemed like they had to leave again right away for soundcheck. Then it was time for hair and makeup and Stevie couldn't find even a couple of minutes alone with Lindsey. All the time Stevie had spent with Don, she couldn't spend with Lindsey and now, when she was finally alone, he didn't seem to want to be near her.

A while back, Stevie would have given up by now. She surely would have gotten angry and told Lindsey to fuck off several times. It had always been that way with them, it didn't really matter, who had done something wrong, Lindsey always ended up grovelling, begging Stevie to forgive him. Not this time. She wasn't about to give up so easily. 

Lindsey was mad at himself. He let his emotions get the better of him and the performance he'd just put on, wasn't nowhere near his best. He kept telling himself that Stevie and Don's relationship shouldn't affect him so badly. They had been married for over thirty years, what Don did for her was thoughtful. The man simply wanted to show to the woman he loved that he cared. Despite trying to be rational about it, Lindsey felt like he had traveled back in time, back to the 70's, when he was an obsessive, controlling, jealous jerk. Worst of all, he knew that Stevie was beating herself up over the whole thing.

Entering his dressing room, Lindsey wished to gather his things and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. He wanted to return to his hotel room and open a bottle of whiskey. However, he found an envelope addressed to him, which made him stay a bit longer. The handwriting was unmistakably Stevie's. Yet again, she was asking him to come see her.

Returning to the hotel, Lindsey puffed his cheeks out, letting out a deep breath. He wasn't sure what to do. He did open that bottle he'd been dreaming of, giving himself some time to think. The obvious truth was, he wasn't blaming Stevie, he wasn't angry with her. Lindsey was scared more than anything else. He was afraid of where they were going exactly. It wasn't just the two of them, who could and probably would get hurt. There also were Don, Kristen and all of their children. 

Stevie hadn't given Lindsey the time, when he should come to her. It was already late, but there was no chance she'd be already asleep. Lindsey took another shot for courage and decided to walk down the hallway to Stevie's room. He had barely knocked, when she opened the door. Lindsey was taken aback by her appearance, he certainly didn't think she'd show up, wearing a gorgeous red, long, silk nightgown and a robe over it, the color of both matched her lips and she had also curled her hair. He thought about asking, where she found the time, but it wasn't at all important.

"How did you know that I was going to come?"

"I didn't." Stevie shook her head. "I hoped you would."

Lindsey grew silent for a minute and she didn't speak either. A glimpse of a smile appeared on Lindsey's lips, when he reached to tug on the sash of Stevie's silk robe. "It's not fair. You know that I can't resist you."

"All is fair in love and war." Stevie smirked, walking backwards together with Lindsey into her room, which was adorned with flickering candles and the smell of incense burning.