High Priestess

2.6

Stevie walks into the bar, and she feels so totally sexy wearing her tight burgundy damask print dress. The print on it is blue and, white, and red, and it's slightly revealing as it has crisscrosses between her breasts but she looks sexy and she feels sexy and she wants to be that for Lindsey. 

Sharon is off tonight, so instead of a live lounge singer there's a jazz band playing and Stevie spies Lindsey before going up to him and placing her hands on his biceps and kissing his cheek.

"Hey Angel, I've missed you." He smiles.

"It's only been about seven hours. Are you still wearing them?" Stevie inquires.

"I am." He untucks them from his shirt and she beams. 

"Good." 

"So, since you are most definately going to have to spend Valentines Day with Mick, I decided that tonight was going to be our Valentines day. So I bought you this." He hands her a little red velvet box,

"You didn't have to do that." She shakes her head.

"I didn't have to but I wanted to. I saw it after I left your shop today and I knew I had to give it too you." He explains.

"You're sweet thank you." She kisses him and then pries open the lid of the box.

"Oh Lindsey." She gasps her hands gently tracing over the golden moon necklace.

"What do you think?" He questions.

"I think it's gorgous, can you put it on me?" She inquires.

"Of course." He nods taking it from her and getting it ready to clasp around her neck. 

One he has it latched he places a kiss to her head and she can feel the love flowing out of him into her and it makes her instantly sad and she has to hold the tears back. 

"Hey cheer up, I ordered us some greasy chilli cheese fries to share and there's a long island iced tea waiting for you." Lindsey tries to lighten the mood rubbing his thumb along her cheek.

When the cheese fries are gone, Stevie grabs ahold of his hand and tugs on it lightly. He knows what she's trying to start so he smirks and stands up pulling her with him. He takes her to the center of the floor and tucks her tightly to his body and they sway back and forth to the slow but fast jazz song that the band is playing and at one point he even dips her back and as soon as he pulls her back up they lock lips in one of the most passionate kisses they've shared-andt they've shared many. When they break apart Stevie's gaze goes to her left hand which is perched on Lindsey's right peck and she lays her head on his chest and just stares at the ring on her finger. It's nothing extravagant a decent sized diamond in the middle and a cluster of diamonds on each side. But she hates it. She hates staring at it, she hates the look of it, and she hates the man that it came from. He wasn't home when she came to see Lindsey, but the angry bruise he gave her that morning is currently hidden by layers and layers of makeup and the lingering knowledge of the fact that he had manipulated her in the first place causes the tears to slip out of the corners of her eyes.

"This is wrong Lindsey." She says quietly after a moment against his chest. 

"What is?" He asks his thumb grazing her back where it rests.

"This. This is wrong." She sniffles.

"You said your marriage was open." Lindsey whispers against her head.

"It is...my marriage is wrong. I love you Lindsey. And I wanna be with you, in the official capacity but I can't when this stupid ring and that stupid contract glaring at me every change it get's. He has it framed in his office." Stevie explains.

"Come home with me." Lindsey urges.

"But we just got here." She states.

"I know, but I want you to come home with me." He states.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"Yeah." He smiles kissing her deeply again. 

***

Roxy is downstairs as Lindsey lights the candles and Stevie is sprawled out naked in the middle of the bed. 

"We might not be able to do this publically, but I'm going to love you in private the best way that I can." He smirks crawling between her legs. 

Tonight it wasn't sex. Tonight it was making love and that's all that mattered to them. They were the only two people in the world, the moon was shining down on them, the waves from the Santa Monica Beach crashing against the shore and it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And when they were joined together, much like that night on the beach it felt like two halves of a whole were put together and they fit each other perfectly. 

But it was after, when he had fallen asleep that she cried. He cried for her marriage, she cried for her life, she cried for Lindsey, she cried for the Tarot reading, she cried because she knew that things couldn't continue the way they were. She needed to be with Lindsey fully and she couldn't be with the threat of Mick of looming over her head. She cried because she never wanted to go home. She wanted to stay wrapped in Lindsey's arms for eternity. 

And the next morning after Lindsey dropped her back off at home she leaned against the door and she cried again, she cried again for her love, her life, her Lindsey. Once she showered and changed she did a line of cocaine and then she stared at the ugly bruise on her cheek in the mirror. She wondered if Lindsey had noticed it while they were making love last night, or even that morning because there was no way her makeup withheld that well the night prior between the heat, sweat, and passion. 

But she covered it up and she slipped into a black dress with pink flowers on it and she went into work like nothing happened, but her friends knew and Robin knowing her by far the best, just hugged her and tried to comfort her to the best of her ability.