Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that they would crash and burn. They always did. The emptiness was too much now, though; she needed to remember what it felt like to be wanted like this. She would take the inevitable pain to feel what she felt last night for as long as she could.
The next show came and went, and she knew everyone sensed the change. She poked fun at him again. He kissed her hand again. They held each other and danced onstage. He stole kisses backstage when no one was looking.
She sits, surrounded by people in her dressing room after the show. The girls are laughing and talking, still wired from the show. Stevie ignores them, already completely checked out, changing out of her stage clothes. She'd spent most of the night figuring out how to get Lindsey alone for a while. She was already totally addicted to him.
"Stevie? Are you coming?"
"What? Where?"
"Mick wants to take us to dinner."
"Who did he con into opening up for us this late on a Tuesday?"
"I have no idea. He's rushing everyone out the door, though."
"I think I'm going to stay in. It's cold and I have some things to take care of tonight."
Lori raises an eyebrow, silently prying her friend for more information. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Have fun," she says, hugging everyone goodbye as they leave.
Karen lingers for a minute, watching Stevie throw a few remaining items in her purse and look around the room. "Why are you trying to lose us?"
"I just want to go back to my room tonight."
"Mmhmm," says Karen, obviously unconvinced. "Well, we have work to do tomorrow, since you disappeared yesterday. I'll be there at noon."
"Okay. I'll try to be up."
"Please be alone," she says, shutting the door behind her. Stevie pauses for a minute. Had they already blown their cover? It hasn't even been a week yet. Karen knows too much, but she's glad she was the only one that has picked up on what's happening.
After making sure the coast is clear, she slips down the hall into Lindsey's dressing room, letting herself in. She finds him with the guitar tech, and hesitates for a minute, waiting for him to notice her. "Hey, Stevie," he says casually.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He hands the guitar to the tech and thanks him, signaling that they were ready to be alone. She shuts the door behind the tech, locking it before lunging into his arms. He picks her up, his hand gripping her butt as he lifts her off the ground.
"Here?" He's already breathless, stumbling back onto the couch with her straddling his lap. She pulls her shirt off, and goes for his zipper, ignoring his question. He helps her slide his jeans down his hips a little, holding her hips as she lowers herself onto him. Her fingers grip his shoulders, keeping herself steady, working quickly. She finishes, collapsing on him, sighing as he holds her while they recover. "My room tonight?"
"Mmhmm,"
Someone tries to open the door, startling Stevie, who jumps to her feet. "Just a minute," says Lindsey, joining her and pulling his jeans back up. Stevie pulls her tights up and slips back into her shoes, fixing her hair in the mirror. "You're perfect. Let's go," he says, putting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her out to the car.
They manage to slip into the hotel unnoticed, and he kisses her again as soon as the door closes. She responds hungrily, gripping his shirt and pulling him to the bed. "Again?"
"I want you."
"Not bad for an old man," she says, giggling playfully as he yanks her leggings off.
"Oh, you'll pay for that."
"Please?"
Soon they're spent, laying in each other's arms. Tonight, neither one of them has anything to say. Their silent agreement to not fuck it up by talking too much might just be their salvation.
