Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 19

"Lindsey!" She squealed as his lips began trailing down her throat to the tops of her breasts, "Don't you dare. You have to leave soon, we are not doing this again."

He looked up at her with a grin, his tongue defying her words by slipping out of his mouth and around her nipple. She whimpered while watching.

"Lindsey," she repeated, though it came out much breathier and less angrier than she hoped. "I'm serious."

"You taste so good, I can't help it."

She leaned over to look at the clock on her nightstand, "You need to be out of this house in 15 minutes. Lily is being picked up from music lessons and will be home soon."

He sighed, "I know, I know."

She ran her hand through his hair as he kissed back up to her lips, giving in to his touch one more time. Much to Karen's chagrin, he drove her home after their photoshoot this afternoon. They didn't have much time, but they spent the last hour rolling around her sheets like they'd been apart for centuries. She knew it was wrong, knew it was going against everything she swore by for the past several years, but it felt so good to be wrapped up here with him like this right now - the two of them hidden away from the rest of the world.

"We have to talk about it, you know," he whispered as he kissed her cheek.

"Lindsey. I said 15 minutes. That's not nearly enough time for whatever you're suggesting. And no we don't."

"Steph. We do. Stop trying to avoid it. You're going to drive me to the brink of insanity, I can't keep up with whatever these games and rules are."

She sighed, sitting up against the headboard and gathering the sheets around her chest. Lindsey followed suit, nestling his body against hers as they both stared ahead and waited for the other to say something. When she didn't, he did.

"I love whatever this is," he finally spoke again, "I could never complain about ending up in bed with you. But I just feel like this is all very unclear here, more so than usual for us, and I'm not quite sure what I'm allowed to do or say. I don't know what you want."

"I know."

He was shocked to hear her agree, the feeling of her hand grabbing his under the covers now distracting him once again. They sat as the clock ticked, every passing second another closer to when he needed to leave.

"We have two months until tour begins," he announced matter-of-factly, "And what if we just..."

"What if we just what?"

"Let ourselves pretend again?"

"Lindsey," she sighed, "You have to get dressed. Get up, get up."

He couldn't help but grin at the way she was looking at him - like there was a piece of hope hidden somewhere behind those brown eyes. They kept eye contact while they each climbed out of the bed, slowly putting their clothes back on piece by piece. He bit his lip, watching the way she let her hands linger across her bare skin as she pulled her underwear and leggings back on.

"Is that a yes?" He teased while stepping into his shoes.

"Did the word yes leave my mouth?" She challenged.

"I saw it in your eyes."

"Oh, did you now?"

"Mhm," he grinned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her all over.

"Lindsey!" She squealed, "I didn't say yes. And I didn't say no."

His smile widened as he squeezed her again, causing them both to laugh stupidly, "Fuck you're making me so happy."

"I'm not promising anything. I need a minute to think, okay?"

"Fine," he kissed her nose again as she began pushing him out of her room playfully.

"Now get out of my house," she teased, pulling his arm through the hallway as she led him towards the front door. Like a puppy dog, he followed as always - completely enamored by her suddenly playful mood despite their semi-serious conversation.

"Come here, give me a real kiss goodbye," he ordered, gripping her waist until her breath caught against his mouth. They let their lips sink against one another, tongues exploring while she pulled at his hair roughly just to rile him up. After another few seconds, she finally pulled away, pointing towards the front door. They were cutting this very close. She watched as he blew her a kiss from her driveway. And just like that, things were more complicated again.

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Lindsey couldn't wipe the giant grin off his face as he pulled into his driveway 20 minutes later. He had no idea what he and Stevie were doing, but he saw the way she looked at him. He felt the way she kissed him. He knew there was something there that they were still both holding onto and entertaining turning into more again. He thought ahead to their North American and European tour, which would begin late summer and run into early fall. He thought about the fact that this time, they would be leaving their families at home for most of the dates - aside from the first show. His heart leapt at the thought of secretly having her alone again.

As he walked into his front door, fully expecting to hear the sound of his children running through the halls, he was instead met with silence. Walking through to the living room curiously, he found Kristen sitting on the couch - her leg crossed and a sour expression on her face. In front of her, a glass of red wine sat on their all white coffee table.

"Hey," he stammered, suddenly unsure of himself, "Everything okay? Where are the kids?"

"Out back," she said simply.

"What's wrong, Kit?"

"I listened to the album today."

"Oh?" Fuck. He hadn't meant to leave the early copies he received out on the counter. He certainly hadn't expected her to listen to them before he could give any background context. "And?"

"And?" She looked up at him with an unmistakeable fury in her eyes. "I'm trying to figure out where the fuck to even begin, Lindsey. After EVERYTHING that happened with Stevie and the party incident, I would think you two wouldn't so blatantly try to disrespect me."

"What are you TALKING about, Kristen?"

"EVERY SONG YOU'VE EACH WRITTEN IS ABOUT EACH OTHER. A CHIMPANZEE COULD FIGURE THAT OUT, LINDSEY!!! DO YOU THINK EVERYONE IS A FUCKING MORON OR JUST ME?"

He stared at her blankly, there was no winning answer to that question. "Kit, I don't know what you're talking about. Look, some of those songs are older - I've told you that. So there's maybe some that may sound like they're about each other, yes. And we are in a band together, you know we write songs about our love story that's kind of what the fans want, it's business."

"It's business," she laughed dryly, "I can't even reply to how stupid of a statement that is. You didn't think about me at all when putting this album together."

"It isn't MY album, Kit, it's the band's and it was about all of our stories and our synergy and history. Do you realize how big this is? It's our first project together since the Dance. This wasn't about me or you, it was about that."

"And you put Bleed to Love Her on there. You KNOW what my thoughts were on that song."

"My art and my work is mine, Kristen. I'm sorry but you don't get creative control over a Fleetwood Mac album."

"If you think you're going to go on that tour with her alone, you're INSANE," she seethed, throwing the glass of wine in his face, its red liquid splashing all over the beige room. "It's not happening, Lindsey. I'm not allowing it."

"What do you mean you're NOT allowing it? It's my JOB. You don't get to decide."

"Then we're coming with you," she snapped, "So figure it out. Looks like we'll all be on the road."

Lindsey stood, mouth agape, as she stormed out of the room, leaving him and all the surfaces around him splattered in red wine. Before he could even collect himself, he was stunned to watch Kristen storm out the front door without another word. Nothing today was going to plan, that much was for sure.