Not the One

Part 9

"I think, I'm gonna call it a night." Stevie's yawn was quite convincing. She hugged Mick and he kissed her cheek, before she said goodbye to Christine and John, then waved at everyone else, giving Lindsey a look, which she hoped, he'd be the only one, who understood.

"You know what, Stevie? I'll accompany you, I'm pretty beat." Lindsey did his best to appear exhausted, the amount of alcohol in his system helped.

She said, he didn't have to walk with her, but he insisted. Mick and Christine shared a look across the table, he then rolled his eyes as she shook her head. The fact that Buckingham Nicks was reunited in some way was no longer a secret among the band.

"After you." Lindsey motioned with his hand, when the elevator doors opened and Stevie stepped forward. As soon as they closed, his eyes were on her. "You're playing a sick game, Stevie."

"Excuse me?" She glared at him. "Which one of us started this whole thing?"

Ready for an argument, Stevie frowned, when Lindsey's face softened and a small smirk appeared on his lips. "I didn't say, I'm not enjoying it."

She scoffed, leaning back. "Yeah, the look on your face screamed exactly that the whole evening."

"Well, I may have hoped for a happy ending." He shrugged.

The elevator stopped and Stevie walked out first. "What makes you think-" She didn't finish her question, when Lindsey grabbed her by the hand and tugged her in the direction of his room, making her gasp. "Lindsey!" He didn't respond. "Lindsey Bu-"

"What!" He stopped abruptly to listen to her. 

"I-" Stevie looked up at him. Something about Lindsey taking control like that, was very arousing at that particular moment. "Nothing." She shook her head and walked with Lindsey to his room without another word.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Lindsey attacked her lips. At first slightly stunned, Stevie quickly reciprocated as her hands locked at the nape of his neck. There was going to be plenty of time for lovemaking, right now, Lindsey was determined to erase any memory of Dave she might still have from the night before. 

Clothes were discarded in seconds as their hands explored each other in a needy fashion, lips locked unless it was absolutely necessary to part. Walking her backwards, he had her on on the bed, lying on her back the second he got rid of the last article of her clothing. 

"I can't believe that you gave me half a blowjob." He spoke in between kisses and gentle bites on her skin. "All I needed were two more minutes tops."

She found it quite comical that he wanted to discuss that right now. "Yeah, and I only needed a couple more circles, so..."

He pressed his hands into the mattress either side of her, supporting his weight above her. The aggressive expression he'd previously worn, faded quickly and he chuckled, looking down at her. 

"We're ridiculous, aren't we?" 

A smile formed on her lips and she nodded, mindlessly drawing the shape of the heart on his chest with her fingernail. "I know."

His touch suddenly became a lot more gentle as he leaned in for a lingering kiss. "I love you." He said, pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose. 

"I love you." She responded, then gasped at the unexpected touch of his hand.

"Gah, I love it, when you're so ready for me." He grunted in her ear. 

"Always." She whispered, the sound of her voice fastened the movement of his fingers in between their bodies.

He nudged her legs apart with his knee and positioned himself better. She moaned in anticipation, then bit into her bottom lip and arched her back at the first forceful thrust of his hips. She hooked her legs around his back, partly for better access, partly for the need to have him as close as possible. His slow movements were a bit too enjoyable, causing him to speed up. He tucked his arm under her back, pressing her chest to his, his other hand was kneading the flesh of her thigh, his eyes closed firmly. The combined frustration from yesterday and today, was doing him no favors.

Sensing that he might be trying hard to hold back, she ran her fingers through his messed up curls and spoke up. "Let it go, baby."

"No, I... you f-" He was struggling to get a word out. Hearing her say that wasn't helping either. 

"You'll take care of me later." She smiled sweetly at him, when he lifted himself up a bit. 

"I l-love you, so... uh, fuck, Steph..." He breathed heavily into her neck, falling on top of her again. A short moment later, his movements ceased. He tried to catch his breath, his heart beating out of his chest as he lazily wrapped his arms around her. "Just... just give me a sec."