Angel

Part 11

"Is this a bad time?" Stevie asked, hands clasped in front of her. 

"It's nearly 4 in the morning, Stevie." Lindsey sighed heavily leaning against the doorframe. "Can we do this some other time?"

"Well..." She bit into her bottom lip, thinking if she should bring it up or not. "I heard yelling after the show and I bumped into a hysterical Carol Ann earlier, so... I'm just worried about you."

"Are you really?" Lindsey scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Or did you come here to gloat?"

"What? No." Stevie shook her head and reached out to touch him, but she stopped herself. "No, I thought we were doing a little better and I just-"

"What, came here to throw your solo career in my face?" Lindsey no longer sounded calm. "Came here to tell me, you don't need me anymore?"

"Lindsey, no!" Stevie insisted. He moved away from the door and further into the room, she guessed, she was allowed to go inside as well. "What makes you say that? The thought of not needing you anymore, that's never crossed my mind. It's not about that! It's not about you or the band, it's about me." She emphasized, laying a hand over her heart. "I'm sorry, I should have told you, I was planning to do this, but I honestly didn't think that it would make you feel like this."

"Of course you didn't!" Lindsey laughed without any humor in his voice. "Because you don't think about anyone else, all you care about is you! Have you even considered, how you going solo is going to affect the band? You'll be busy all the time. We won't be able to do a new record, because you'll be out there, promoting yours. If and when we manage to get you into a studio, you'll be too tired from your thing and-"

"Lindsey." Stevie interrupted him. She slowly approached him and took his hand in hers. "Slow down. None of that is happening yet. Who knows if it ever will! Maybe my album will flop and I won't even have a career separate from Fleetwood Mac."

"Oh, come on." Lindsey breathed out heavily, withdrawing his hand from her touch, he put some distance between them. "You say that now. Why isn't this enough for you? The whole world knows you, what else do you want?"

"It's about me." She repeated. "Lindsey, we're in a band with three writers. A couple of songs on an album is not enough for me. You know me, Linds. All I do is write and I have no other way of sharing my songs with people other than-"

"Leaving me." Lindsey finished for her.

"That's not what I was going to say and that's not true!" Stevie stomped her foot, walking over to him again. "I'm not leaving Fleetwood Mac. I'm not leaving you for God's sake! These are two separate things, they have nothing to do with each other."

"Am I not good enough for you anymore?" Lindsey continued as if he hadn't heard a word she said. "Don't I work hard enough on your songs? If anything-"

"It's not about what you can do for me." Stevie told him yet again. She took a step closer and placed her hands on his neck. "Lindsey, you know how much I love and appreciate what you do for me. But... I need to do this. I'm not leaving you." She shook her head, her bottom lip quivered. "I hate that you'd even think that. Where would I be without you? You are a part of me, you always will be." She reached for his hand and put it on her heart. "In here."

Lindsey felt a lump in his throat as he looked at her. Suddenly, he embraced her and held her close. His tears wet her skin as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. It broke her heart. He then pressed a small kiss there, he kissed her neck and reached her lips. She kissed him back, putting her arms around him as his hands slipped into her hair. She walked them backwards to the bed and he fell on top of her, separating their lips only to star planting kisses everywhere he could reach. She unbuttoned his jeans and he kicked them off, struggling to lift her dress up and over her head at the same time. Their clothes were on the floor in a matter of seconds and he captured her lips again, thrusting his hips forward in a much slower, gentler way than the last time...