Sheryl smirked and lowered herself back down, lifting her hips to allow Stevie to remove her pants and underwear.
"Damn." She held Sheryl's knees apart and looked at her, wet with arousal. She eyed her longingly, driving them both wild with anticipation, before looking into Sheryl's eyes and slowly, deliberately, lowered her mouth onto Sheryl's core.
Stevie kept her eyes fixed on Sheryl's as she began to slowly drag her tongue from her entrance up to her clit, moaning involuntarily at the taste she'd been craving for so long. Sheryl's mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as she returned Stevie's gaze. She reached down and wrapped her fingers into the long blonde hair, rolling her hips up into Stevie's probing tongue.
"Fuck, baby. Fuck."
Unable to hold Stevie's eye contact any longer, her head dropped back and her eyes fluttered closed as she gave into her pleasure. Stevie grinned as she listened to Sheryl moan without restraint, all the tension she had been carrying now released. Her underwear was soaked with her own arousal as she felt and watched Sheryl responding to every flick of her tongue.
"S-stop, stop." Stevie frowned but immediately did so.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing -" she fought to steady her breathing. "I just want you."
Stevie chuckled softly.
"You've got me."
"No, I mean - come here."
She was up on her knees and Stevie mirrored her, their bodies pressed together as they kissed. Sheryl hooked her thumbs in Stevie's waistband and pulled the last of her clothes over her hips. Stevie broke the kiss and wriggled out of them before Sheryl gently pushed her back onto the floor, turning to face towards Stevie's feet.
Sheryl lay on her side, hooking her arms around Stevie's hips and pulling her onto her mouth. Stevie gasped as Sheryl wasted no time, hungrily sucking and licking at her dripping center. Stevie followed her lead, resting her head on the inside of Sheryl's thigh as she resumed her attentions.
Soon they were both lost in their shared ecstasy, writhing and moaning together as they rapidly moved towards their peak. Sheryl tried to hold onto it as long as she could, but Stevie's wordless moans of pleasure were too much and she came hard, bucking against Stevie's tongue.
This pushed Stevie over the edge and she cried out her own orgasm before rolling breathlessly onto her back. Sheryl shakily joined her, their naked bodies tangling together as Stevie kissed her head.
"That was incredible."
"I've missed making you come so much. Let's eat this cold food and do it again."
As they shared a lazy kiss they heard a loud buzz from the kitchen.
"Is that the gate?"
"Oh my god, I bet it's the fucking delivery guy with the queso."
Stevie laughed and got up, pulling her pants and sweater on as she walked into the kitchen and answered the buzzer.
"Hello?"
"Steves? I need to speak to you."
~
"What do you want, Lindsey?"
She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, hardened in the cold night air and very visible through her gray sweater. It was the first she'd seen or heard from him since before the trial; not a word on the fallout or the birth of her daughter.
"Can I come inside?"
"No."
"I just want to talk to you about a few things, it's not really a doorstep conversation."
"Well it's either this or you come back tomorrow. It's Valentine's Day, I'm trying to spend the evening with my fiancée and our daughter is sleeping." A strange look crossed his face fleetingly, not quick enough to go unnoticed. "What?"
"Sorry, I just...still getting used to you being a mother."
"You might have been able to find it a little easier to wrap your head around had you actually ever seen her." There was more than a hint of venom in her voice.
"I wanted to, it's just...how is she? How is Grace?"
"She's perfect."
"Good."
"Well, as weird and pointless as this has been, I've got to get back -"
"Kristen left me."
She paused, stepping down to his level.
"Ok, what is this, Linds? What's going on?"
"I just thought you should know. I know everything was wrapped up with a nice little bow and a 12 year sentence for you, but it hasn't been easy for me to be able to move on since you told the entire world we slept together."
"I was in a court of law, Lindsey! Would you rather I perjured myself?!"
"No, but perhaps a little acknowledgement of the damage -"
"I've been fucking busy. You are unbelievable, you know that? Tell me how hard it's been for you, getting your back slapped and cigars handed to you left and right for being the big man, still able to nail Stevie Nicks after all these years. Meanwhile, once again, who's name is dragged through the mud? Who gets every guy she's ever fucked shoved in her face at every turn? Who gets letters on a daily basis calling her a whore and a home wrecker? Take your head from up your own ass for five seconds, Lindsey, and think about someone else, will you? And whilst you're about it, grow up and accept responsibility for where you put your dick. Kristen left you? Good for her."
She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"What did Sheryl say?"
"Let go of me - about what?"
"About what happened."
"She already knew," she sighed. "She's always known, Lindsey. I couldn't keep it from her."
"And she's been ok with us being around each other? All this time since?"
"Yes. This may come as a shock to you, but some relationships are built on trust. She knows it won't happen again. I get everything I need from her, I don't need to look elsewhere, and besides..."
"What?"
She took a deep breath.
"I'm over you, Lindsey. I realized last year, when we talked on the plane. It's taken my whole adult life, but I can finally say it, and believe it. No more games, no more what ifs. No more thoughts I didn't dare speak out loud that we would somehow, some day, end up together. We just could never work. For a long time it was just sex and anger, that's not what love is."
He stared at her, processing what she was telling him.
"I want us to be friends, Linds. But I need you to understand that's all I'll ever want now."
He nodded slowly, trying to come to terms with the longest, messiest chapter in his life finally coming to a close.
They allowed the silence to speak for them for a moment, before the door opened behind Stevie.
"Babe? Oh, hi Lindsey. Do you want to come in? We ordered way too much food."
Stevie and Lindsey exchanged glances, Stevie in quiet awe of Sheryl's unfailingly generous nature.
"Oh...uh, no, I won't. You get back to your evening."
"Tomorrow then, lunch? Gracie would love to meet her Uncle Lindsey."
He smiled.
"That would be perfect. I'd love to meet her, too."
