12 July, 2003
"Stevie, you've really gotta do something about this outfit."
She clutched the mic stand a little tighter and stared out into the empty stadium. Here we go.
It was night 34 of the Say You Will tour. Despite Christine's absence, reviews were great and the show was the hottest ticket in every town they visited. Things were back to being as fraught as they'd ever been between Stevie and Lindsey and as they stood on stage for sound check he'd decided to make his latest move in their neverending battle of words.
"What's wrong with it, Lindsey?"
He had muttered it quietly into her ear but she deliberately spoke directly into the microphone, the tension in her voice echoing around the empty stadium. John and Mick exchanged an exasperated glance as roadies and sound techs made themselves busy and got out of the firing line.
"It's just - it's very revealing. It's a little too low cut."
She snapped her head round to look at him. The rage in her eyes made him step back a little.
"Oh I'm sorry, Father Buckingham, for who? I've been wearing this the entire time and not a single person seems to have had an issue with it. I like it and I'm comfortable."
"It's just not what we're about as a group, Stevie. People aren't interested in us being sexualized -"
Over her shoulder, John attempted to suppress a shout of laughter with a cough. She turned and shook her head at him in disbelief.
"You heard that right, John? Fleetwood Mac isn't about sex?" She looked back to Lindsey. "The whole charade every night between the two of us, none of that is us giving the audience what they want? You're insane."
"That's different. I just think you should have more self respect, it looks cheap, and you're 55 now -"
That was it.
She took out her earpiece and unhooked the battery from her waistband before giving him the finger with a sarcastic smile, turning on her heel and stalking offstage.
"Wait, I didn't mean... Stevie -"
She was gone.
Back in Stevie's dressing room, Sheryl was curled up on the couch with the dogs. Brandy was getting a little too big to travel around but as he was her dog anyway she was happy to keep him at home with her. She'd slotted dates for her own promotional tour for her greatest hits album in between Say You Will dates so most of the time one of them could be home. The downside of this was that they weren't able to spend much time together, so when the Fleetwood Mac juggernaut rolled into LA, she decided to head down and hang out in the dressing room, so they could make the most of the time with each other.
"Y'all are so freaking cute I can't stand it," she cooed to the three faces gazing up at her. Stevie's dogs had grown more tolerant of Brandy. This could be because he had settled down a little or because he was now twice the size of them. As she fussed them all she heard the unmistakable echo of boots angrily stomping down the hall outside. "Uh-oh, mama's pissed."
She smiled serenely as the door slammed open and Stevie stormed in before kicking it shut behind her with her heel.
"Not good?"
"He wants me to put my boobs away!" No need to ask who 'he' was. "The fucking nerve of the man, waltzing around the stage every night with his shirt half open and jeans so fucking tight you can see which of his balls sits lower!"
Sheryl stifled a laugh but Stevie caught her eye and smirked, despite herself. For all Stevie's rages and tempers, she very rarely fought with Sheryl. Her presence was so calming and she was so diplomatic it was impossible to stay angry with her. She knew her to quell Stevie's tendency to fly off the handle.
She stood up now and moved over to where Stevie was leaning against the counter. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she leant in until their foreheads were touching, and spoke in a soft voice that soothed Stevie immediately.
"Jealousy is a funny thing. You look incredible. Better than you ever have -"
"He said I was too old."
"Too old for what? You can't help looking as good as you do. He's just mad his young wife doesn't have a knockout body like you. And that he doesn't get to play with these knockout tits anymore. You know who does though?"
Stevie kissed her, flicking her tongue over her lips, teasing.
"Hmm...I'm not sure."
"I'll show you."
Without another word, Sheryl pulled the black cami and bra Stevie was wearing down to one side, exposing her full, soft breast. Stevie's breath caught in her throat as Sheryl ran her thumb over her nipple before taking it in her mouth.
"Mmmm." It was almost a sigh of relief as she tilted her head back, pushing her chest up to give Sheryl more access, before jolting upright suddenly. "Wait!"
"What? What?"
She nodded over to where the dogs were watching events unfold. Sheryl giggled before moving away to herd them through to the other side of the dressing room and closing the door.
"Better." Stevie nodded. "Good. Where was I?" As she resumed, she used her knee to part Stevie's legs before pushing up the heavy black skirt and blindly feeling her way into her underwear. "Are you ever not wet?"
"With you around? Are you kidding?"
As she continued to tease at Stevie's nipple with her tongue, she slipped her finger easily inside her. Stevie grabbed the counter for support, widening her legs further as she moaned and rocked against Sheryl's hand.
Sheryl added another finger, using her thumb to stimulate Stevie's clit. She moved rhythmically as Stevie was grinding down onto her, finally releasing her breast to come up and kiss her passionately.
"Is that good?"
"So good. You're...so good. Fuck."
She increased the pressure as Stevie let her head rock back again. She kissed her exposed throat. Stevie's breathing was turning into panting as her body started to twitch responsively.
"Nobody...can fuck me like you, baby." Her voice trembled.
"Nobody?"
Stevie lifted her head to look at her knowingly.
"Nobody."
Sheryl smiled and redoubled her efforts, still holding Stevie's eye contact. Sweat was shimmering on Stevie's heaving chest.
"You're so wet, Stevie. God, you feel good." She was struggling to maintain enough friction. "Come on, baby. Come hard for me."
Stevie was biting down hard on her lip, her face flushed. She nodded as she felt the heat building.
"Fuck me...yes! Oh god, yes -"
At the exact moment of her orgasm, Lindsey burst through the door.
