Stay With Me a While

Part 13

The drums, a fire, a calling
My soul marches-

Stevie abruptly stopped. She took off the headphones and put them down. Lindsey, slightly concerned, stopped the track. They had started working on Sad Angel, which was the most polished song that he had at the moment.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, when Stevie took a seat on the leather couch and picked up her wine glass, which had been refilled twice now.

"I sounded like shit just then." She replied very calmly. 

"You think so? I wouldn't-"

"Linds." She gave him a look. "I can't anymore tonight. Besides, I'm stumbling over the lyrics, too. Thanks to this." Stevie tipped her glass towards Lindsey, then took a sip. 

"Okay, sure. We can call it a day." He agreed. Surprisingly, they'd already progressed beyond, what he'd imagined. "How do you think we're doing?" Lindsey asked, joining her. He wished, Sulamith wasn't in between them.

"Honestly, really well." Stevie smiled, running a hand through her long blond locks, which exposed her neck and Lindsey's eyes settled there for a moment. "There's no denying that we create magic together. The only other person, who truly understands me musically, I'd say is Dave."

"Stewart?" Lindsey cringed, he didn't like, how close those two were.

"Mhm." Stevie nodded, bringing the glass up to her lips again. 

"I could tell that he definitely enjoyed being around you." Lindsey carefully reached to touch Sulamith. The dog lifted its head up and sniffed him, before deciding it was okay to be petted by this man.

"Do I detect a little jealousy?" She smirked, crossing her legs.

"Wha- no." Lindsey shook his head. "Jealous, of him? Absolutely not." 

Stevie chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever you say. He's got a wife and kids, Linds. And before you say anything, Dave and you aren't the same. Way back, we had an... encounter, but that was... gosh, the 80's, I think."

"You've slept with him?" Lindsey realized that he wasn't acting like he wasn't affected by that knowledge. 

"Am I supposed to get jealous about every woman you've slept with over the years? That's not fair, is it?" She asked and Lindsey sighed. "He hasn't aged very well."

That brought a small smile to Lindsey's lips. "So, I have then?"

"That's very presumptuous of you, Mr. Buckingham."

"All I'm saying is that you kissed me back." He smirked, shifting a little in his seat, his body now facing her. 

"Well... it was really hard not jumping your bones, when you came into my room last night." Lindsey didn't expect Stevie to be that bold, which left him speechless for a second. "You've always been gorgeous, Linds."

"I wish, you believed me, when I tell you that you are, Stevie. Any guy, given the chance, would-"

Stevie held up a hand and stopped him mid-sentence with a light laugh. "I'm too old. I mean, I know that I look good for my age. But that's the thing, for my age."

He breathed out heavily. "It's in your head, Steph. I understand that the tabloids weren't very nice to you during the 90's, but you set a goal and you came back. In my eyes, you look as beautiful as you did the first time we met."

"Why'd you have to be so sweet, Lindsey?" She locked eyes with him, the corners of her mouth slightly turned upwards. "I'm glad you think so."

"I'd love to show you, too. I wish you saw, what I see. I wish I could prove to you, how absolutely desirable you still are. By me or by millions of other men." 

"You know what?" Stevie didn't wait for Lindsey to answer. "The thing is, I don't care, what other men think of me."

"But...?" He sensed, she wasn't finished. 

"As stupid as it sounds, I care, what you still think of me." Suddenly a little shy, Stevie looked away as she cocked her head back for the last drop of her wine. 

Lindsey hesitated. They'd already blurred the line slightly, but they really only just kissed. Simple touch of lips, several times. It hadn't escalated into anything more once. Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to push her on her back and kiss his way from her lips down to-

"Linds? Are you still with me?" Stevie asked nervously.

"Y-yeah. Yeah." Lindsey repeated himself. 

He took the empty glass from her hand and put his on the small table in front of the as well. Lindsey, with great respect for the small creature closer now to Stevie, picked Sulamith up and put the dog on the floor. Stevie watched him, anxiously waiting for what was coming next. Lindsey moved closer to her and cupped her cheek in his hand, his eyes staring into hers. He then allowed his to wander a little over her face, her neck and her cleavage. He wanted to know, what she had on underneath her loose fitting top. Firstly, his lips pressed to her forehead, then the tip of her nose and her cheek. She closed her eyes and he planted small kisses on her eyelids, before his lips landed on hers. It started out just like it did in the morning. He gave her a moment to change her mind and push him away, but she didn't. He felt her hand on his leg, which is when he pried her lips open and gently caressed her tongue with his. The soft moan that escaped her didn't go unnoticed by him as his hand now gripping her waist, pulled her a bit closer. Her fingers slipped into his curls and she was eagerly kissing him back. He knew that if it went on any longer, he most likely wouldn't be able to stop himself.

Breaking their lips apart after a seemingly very long few minutes, Lindsey pressed his forehead to Stevie's. "You are beautiful."