The Dance We Shared

8

July 12, 1997

Stevie was standing at the stove making grilled cheese when Lindsey came walking out of the bedroom with his sunglasses on his face and his keys in his hands.

"Where are you going? I'm making grilled cheese for lunch." She states.

"I'm going to look at a piece of property." Lindsey states. 

Stevie still hadn't given him a straight answer as to if she was going to move in with him or not, so he was doing exactly what he said he was going to do, he's starting to house hunt. Today he was looking in Brentwood. There was a seven-bedroom nine bathhouse that he was excited to look at. He had gone to several listings but he hadn't liked any of them but he felt good about this one, even though he only saw the pictures.

"Well, when is your appointment," She asks.

"two-thirty." He states.

"Well it's only noon now, why are you going so early?" She asks.

"I was going to go get lunch first." He shrugs.

"Well, just eat these grilled cheeses I slaved over, and then do you think that maybe, I could go with you?" She asks.

"I thought you didn't want to look at houses with me." He states.

"Lindsey are you committed to me? Like are you going to be with me for the long haul or is this only going to last until this tour is over." 

"Stevie, I want to marry you for Christ's sake. And I have wanted to marry you since 1973 but you said no, and then when I was going to ask again in 1976 I caught you fucking Don Henley. Like I told your dad in Phoneix because he asked me the same thing...I want to grow old with you, I want to start a family with you and the first step is getting a house together." He sighs.

"Alright, I'll go look at this house with you." She nods. 

"What?" He asks.

"I don't want to marry you, I never ever want to get married but I want to make a life with you so hearing you say that was all the assurance I needed." Stevie smiles.

***

As they were walking out of the Brentwood home, Stevie kept glancing up at Lindsey as he was conversing with his realtor. And Stevie didn't like this chick at all. She was blonde petite and curvy just how Lindsey liked them and she was flirting with him and touching him and Stevie was trying not to growl. 

"So what do you think?" She questions crossing her arms causing her boobs to push out more and Stevie wanted to hiss at her. 

"Um, it's definitely a contender. I just want to get with my accountant and figure out if I want to put an offer in and at how much." He shrugs.

"Alright, well here's my number let me know. I'll tell the owners you're interested but you have some figuring to do." 

When they get back in the car, Stevie is still staring him up and down.

"What?" He asks.

"Our house." 

"Hmm?" he asks driving away.

"That's our house...go to the drugstore I have to get pads."  He rolls his eyes but turns left anyway.

"What, you think I should buy that house?" He asks.

"No Lindsey, I'm saying that we buy that house. Split it half and half." Stevie explains.

"You want to go in on the house with me." 

"Well yes, I've agreed to move in with you so you pay half and I pay half. We put in a full price offer, and we pay it together." Stevie states.

"Yeah?" 

"Yes...I want that house Lindsey it's so pretty and Brentwood isn't that far from the Santa Monica Pier, Hollywood,  or the beach." She explains.

"You're absolutely sure you want to do this with me." 

"I am, I'm absolutely sure I want to do this with you...but I have one condition." She states.

"What?" He asks.

"We fire that bitch realtor."

"You don't like Cindy, She's gotten me some great deals on houses before." He shrugs.

"No, I don't like Cindy. I wanted to rip her fake eyelashes off. You introduced me as your girlfriend and she still flirted with you the whole fucking time she was giving us that tour. I saw her checking out your package at one point too. When she showed us the backyard." Stevie huffs crossing her arms.

"My what?" He asks.

"Your package Lindsey." She repeats.

"Again my what?" He asks. She just rolls her eyes and places her hand on it while he's driving causing him to swerve.

"Oh, so she was checking out my Penis." He states.

"No, because it's covered. You know what I meant." Stevie replies.

"I know baby, I'm just trying to rile you up...now go, run in and get what you need. I'll wait here. Bring me back a candy bar."  Lindsey parks the car in the drugstore parking lot. 

She returns a few moments later with a bottle of water and a coke, she has the bag that her feminine products are in, and from it, she pulls out a king-sized Reeses peanut butter cup package.

"I didn't need a king-sized Steph," Lindsey states taking it from her.

"I know." She nods.

"Did you buy this for us to share?" He asks.

She just nods and he opens it causing her to salivate as he taunts her with the peanut butter cup. He takes it out of its paper packaging and holds it up to her mouth and then as soon as she went to bite it he quickly moved his hand and popped it into his mouth. 

"Lindsey." She whines.

He just finishes chewing and then he breaks out into a laugh. He does it again the second time and then finally she gets her teeth on it and she moans at the heavenly taste in her mouth. 

"Now where do you want to go?" He asks as they've finished their little special treat.

"Furniture?" She asks.

"I have furniture in my Condo." 

"Lindsey the furniture in your Condo is only going to fill the media room she showed us and one of the guest rooms," Stevie explains. 

"We're getting a new bedroom set?" He wrinkles his nose.

"Please, one that we pick out together." She begs.

"You are lucky I love you." Lindsey states.

"You do?" She asks her eyes going wide.

"Yeah." He nods.

"I love you too." She beams.