During The Break

Wanted

Stevie was slightly confused as she woke up the next morning. She was wrapped in the arms of a man that she soon realized to be Lindsey. They just slept in the same bed, cuddled up yes, but nothing happened. For a moment she let herself enjoy the warmth of his body, the way he was holding her tightly. She smiled sadly, this could have been reality. 

It was after eleven and Lindsey was still sleeping. He looked so peaceful and Stevie thought he most likely needed some rest too. She wriggled out of his embrace and went to the bathroom. She was washing her hands as she looked up at her own reflection in the mirror. She wasn't going to put makeup on, but she did grab a brush and ran it through her hair. After brushing her teeth, Stevie re-entered the bedroom and found Lindsey sleeping on his back now. She could have left him and went downstairs, but there was no certainty when was the next time going to be that she got to lie in his arms.

Stevie snuggled up by his side, laying her head on his chest, as Lindsey instantly put his arm around her in his sleepy state. She smiled again. Or maybe he was thinking of Kristen and she shouldn't be thinking of herself so highly, that she still mattered to him this much. 

The time was almost twelve and Stevie was growing more impatient. She began playing with the curls on his chest, running the tips of her fingers over his exposed skin, pressing her lips here and there. He groaned waking up and kissed the top of her head with his eyes closed.

"Stevie Nicks sleeping until the sun goes down is just a lie then?"

No, he was aware of whom he slept with. "Well, I'm not used to having someone so hot sleeping next to me."

"Thanks."

"As in body temperature, Linds." She rolled her eyes, although she couldn't disagree that he looked fit after all these years.

"What time is it?"

"Almost twelve."

"Are you joking?"

"No. I just couldn't wake you up."

"Wow... I can't remember the last time I've slept for so long."

They were silent for a moment, before Stevie found enough courage to ask. "Why did you come in here last night?"

"I told you."

"Did you expect we'd have sex?"

"No. I just... I was in there while you were in here and it seemed wrong. To be honest, I didn't expect you would say yes."

"Well, I was kind of thinking what you were up to alone in the other room too..."

"Good to know I still occupy your thoughts." Lindsey said, his hand now circling her waist. 

"Too much."

"What was that?" He lifted her chin up and she wanted to look away, but didn't. 

"I said I think of you too much."

"I'm going to kiss you now."

"You ruined the moment telling me that. I would have been pleasantly surprised." Stevie said, her lips curled into a smile. 

Lindsey tangled his fingers in her hair, drawing her lips closer to his. She didn't fight it, despite what she said a few days ago. He didn't even have to ask for permission, when she parted her lips, darting her tongue into his mouth. He couldn't surprise her with a kiss, but he did that by rolling her onto her back and pushing his knee in between her legs. One hand caressing her face, the other he let to wander lower, slipping it inside her nightie, bringing it up to her breasts. He started kissing her neck, softly biting her flesh as she arched her back, spreading her legs. Who was she kidding, she could never fight what she wanted most. Lindsey moved up again from teasing the two hardened peaks with his tongue, to kiss her awaiting lips. The palm of his hand was on her thigh, exciting her more, she was ready to beg for his touch.

"Linds, please..." 

He had nearly reached his goal, when all of a sudden, the ringing of his phone interrupted them.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Lindsey couldn't believe it was happening. After years, he was that close... He got off her and reached for his phone. "Fucking Fleetwood!"

"Maybe it's important." Stevie said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. 

He sighed heavily and answered annoyed. "What?"

Stevie didn't listen to the conversation. She almost ran out to be away from Lindsey. It didn't take long for him to join her in the kitchen, where she was holding the fridge door open, looking to make something for breakfast, although breakfast time was long over. 

"What did Mick want?" She didn't need to see Lindsey to know he was around.

"He wanted to tell me when he's expecting me over in Europe. You're going to get a call too."

"Oh." 

Lindsey stood with his arms crossed, only in his jeans. "Oh?"

"Well, what do you want me to say?"

"If he hadn't called..."

"But he did." Stevie said, cracking eggs into a pan.

"Don't start talking how this is destiny and it only showed us we're not supposed to do it."

"I wasn't going to say any such thing."

"Wait, what?"

"I wanted to have sex with you."

"Oh great! Wanted!"

"Still do." She shrugged, looking over her shoulder, smirking.