Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 16

NSFW warning ahead. 

Later that night...

"There's no way I'm redoing that solo again," John complained, "What you're talking about isn't even going to be heard after production!"

"Oh, Johnny is grumpy!" Christine joked as she sipped her glass of wine on the couch. "Someone needs a nap."

Lindsey chimed in, "Your ex wife is right, maybe you should go take a break, old grump."

"You know what? In an effort to not strangle you all tonight before we finish this fucking album, I think I just might," John grinned before excusing himself, "And I'm taking the nicest guest room, too!"

Stevie grinned, "Enjoy, John!!! Sleep tight, baby."

The rest of them laughed as he disappeared, Chris filling up everyone's wine glasses again as Lindsey lit another joint. It was only 2 AM - they were hardly far into their all-nighter, but it didn't come as easily as it did in their youth. Mick and Lindsey continued to go back and forth on the final track yet again - Stevie and Christine rolling their eyes as they sat side by side on the couch. They listened as the boys toggled with the soundboard, playing over slight variations of the same progressions for the tenth time in a row.

"You know what?" Lindsey sighed, "I'm going to go take a quick power nap and step away from this for an hour. I'll be back."

"Lindseyyyyy," Stevie groaned.

"What?"

"You can't leave us."

"And why not?" he raised his brow at her. 

"Because I said so." There was really no other way for her to say, stay so we can continue to tease each other and flirt, I need your attention. 

"We're not all 24/7 nightbirds like you, Miss Nicks," he teased, bopping her on the nose playfully as he stood up. I won't be long, promise." 

She sighed, her fingers running across his waist as he walked by - the soft touch sending a chill down his spine that he tried to hide. And just like that, Mick, Christine, and Stevie were left alone on the couch. Suddenly their all-nighter wasn't exactly as productive as they'd hoped it would be. 

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Just as Lindsey turned over in the bed, sinking into a soft slumber, he felt the corner of the covers and sheets rumple. Unsure if he was imagining things, he then felt Stevie's body snake up his own, the feeling of her soft lips running up his chest as her pillowy thighs straddled his body. Checking to see if he was dreaming, he reached down to feel her hair as his eyes fluttered open. Definitely real.

"Stevie?" He gasped.

"Shhhh," she whispered as her lips reached the top of his t-shirt, placing a soft kiss on his exposed chest.

"Fuck," he growled as she sucked the side of his neck, hitting a particularly sensitive spot under his ear, "What are you–"

"I think I just need you, okay?"

"I....right now? Are you serious?"

"It's our last night here," she placed a kiss on his lips, "And I know you're supposed to be getting some rest and taking a nap. But I can't leave this house without having you one more time."

"Good god," he groaned quietly, the feeling of her hips circling his slowly and teasingly killing him. "Are you crazy? John is right next door...everyone is downstairs, Stevie these walls aren't soundproof."

"I can be quiet," her eyes widened submissively as she pouted her lip above him.

He gave her a knowing glare, "Since when?"