Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 12

A/N: If you're reading this at work, I'm sorry or you're welcome? This is long because...I couldn't stop. TGIF!

Lindsey walked back into the living room studio with two freshly filled glasses of red wine in hand. He stopped for a second when he found Stevie laying back on the sofa, legs in the air as she struggled to wiggle her platform boot down her calf. With an amused grin, he stared at her for a second, laughing quietly to himself until she turned her head around hearing him come in.

"It's not funny," she laughed, "I'm trapped."

"You've only had one glass of wine," he shook his head, "What in the world are you trying to do?"

"These boots need to come off!"

"Don't they have zippers or something?"

"Not this pair. Come here, help me."

He tried to hold back a smile, placing the two glasses of wine down on the table before walking over to the opposite end of the couch. Biting her lower lip playfully, she smiled up at him, placing her foot on his chest lightly. He watched, trying to stop the goosebumps from forming on his arms, as she circled the heel of her boot around his chest before he could grab her ankle with his fist.

"Thirty minutes alone here and look at how quickly it's escalated," he teased, his hand slowly moving up the shaft of her boot.

"Just a colleague helping another colleague get a boot off."

He laughed, shaking his head. "So what, I'm just supposed to pull?"

She raised her brow at him, "Surely this isn't your first time undressing me, is it?"

His cheeks reddened slightly, that boyish grin still on his face, "What was in that first glass of wine you had?"

"PULL!" She demanded with a laugh.

Instead, he decided to drive her crazy by going torturously slow. With the flash of a smile, he ran both his hands up the velvet length of her boot slowly, his fingertips dragging along the way before returning to her ankles and starting to very slowly pull. She tried to quell the heat within her as his eyes stared into hers in a challenge, neither one of them able to keep a straight face any longer. With each pull of the boot, she thrusted her hips in the air slightly, just to tease him too. Finally, with one last pull, he bounced back a step with the boot in his hand successfully.

"My hero," she placed her hands on her chest in mock adoration.

He laughed, placing her feet down from his chest and back on the couch gently before tapping her bottom playfully, "Now get that pretty little butt back in the seat so we can finish the harmonies on this thing."

She sighed, standing to retreat back to the soundboard area, "Yes, Mr. Buckingham."

The thing about Stevie and Lindsey together in a studio was that, no matter what the conditions between them — fighting, breaking up, at war, on neutral ground, in the middle of a secret affair — it didn't matter, once they started working on a song, the chemistry between them was undeniable. This time around, they'd spent the last three months doing everything in their power to ignore that chemistry from bubbling to where it shouldn't. They welcomed the company and distractions of Mick, Christine, and John. They talked about their kids. They talked about the weather. Everything to keep things from seeming like there was anything left that existed between them.

Tonight, however, there were no distractions. There was a second glass of red wine, a looming deadline, and sexual tension that had been quietly building for the last three months. As Lindsey watched Stevie sing into the mic, eyes closed and voice filling his headphones, he recognized the immense danger in that. And as he now heard her laughter coming through the speakers, he also recognized he welcomed that danger.