Let Me Help You

Thank you

"I know her from somewhere." One of Lindsey's friends said to another, pointing at Stevie across the room, who was chatting to Mick.

It was Lindsey's birthday and he invited some people over to celebrate it. This was the first time after years that Stevie and Mick got to see each other as well, although, the two of them always had a great friendship and they picked up right where they had left off.

"Dude... That's Stevie Nicks."

"No way!"

"Trust me. I heard something about her working at a whorehouse and Lindsey found her and saved her from fucking strangers."

"Why would he need her after that?"

"Maybe she's just really great at..."

"At what, James?" Lindsey heard their conversation and interrupted having had enough of it.

"Nothing, Lindsey. We're just joking around!"

"Right, do that, but not at Stevie's expense." She heard her name and looked their way, insecurity written all over her face. Lindsey smiled and winked at her, then walked over and gave her a kiss.

"I thought I had a chance." The other guy laughed.

"Oh yeah, did you think she's living here for free?" Lindsey shot another look at the two, knowing they hadn't stopped their stupid jokes.

It was getting rather late and people began to scatter. Stevie was glad, she had been social enough for one day and she was getting tired of all the looks and whispers. And Lindsey called these people friends, she thought to herself. Mick was the last one to leave, simply because he had missed Stevie so much, he would have stayed the whole night talking to her if he could. After saying goodbye and shutting the door, Lindsey exhaled deeply relieved the party was over.

"Babe?"

"In here." Stevie replied from the living room, as she started cleaning up the mess.

"Leave it for tomorrow."

"No, I'll do it now."

Lindsey crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Why would anything be wrong?" She asked back, reaching for a glass only to knock it over. "Fuck!"

"Hey..." He came up behind her, taking her hands in his to stop her from fussing. "What is, sweetheart?"

"I said I'm fine!"

"Why are your eyes filled with tears then?"

She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, letting him envelop her in his arms. "Everyone here tonight had something to say about me, Lindsey and half those people don't even know me."

"That's exactly right, they don't know you."

"I don't care as much about them. I started thinking if music is the right path for me. Don't you think once my fans would be doing the same thing? Talking shit about me?"

"There's a difference, Steph. Your fans love you and the guys, who were here are a bunch of bitter old assholes." Stevie laughed a little and Lindsey lifted her chin up, to look at her. "Mick was with us, right? He knows you and did he have one bad remark about you? No. We've done too much already to scrap your record now, baby. You can't tell me you don't think it sounds amazing?"

"It does, it sounds pretty damn great." She nodded, smiling. "Thanks to you."

"Come on, let's go to bed." Lindsey took her by the hand. "We'll clean this up tomorrow."

Lindsey undressed and got into bed, while Stevie went to the bathroom first. He had his eyes closed already, only opening them up when he heard the bathroom door creak. He raised his eyebrow, a little surprised. Stevie would usually wear something entirely too big to bed and now she had a beautiful lacy black nightie on. She didn't say anything, so he didn't ask, but it was enough for his mind to start racing.

She turned off the bedside lamp and pulled the covers up to her neck, laying her head on his chest. Lindsey almost carefully put his arm around her, afraid he might touch her inappropriately. It was too dark to see, but he felt her leaving kisses on his chest, shoulder, neck, finally searching for his lips. He turned on his side, not breaking the kiss and also pushing her onto her back. He couldn't fight back the urge to feel more of her, as his hand settled on her thigh, slowly sneaking inside of her nightie. She didn't protest, making him even more confused.

"Is this okay?" Lindsey asked, pulling away but not too far.

"Yes. I... I want you to touch me." Stevie said, locking her hands around his neck, bringing him closer again.

His hand slid up over her silk-clad body, to gently touch her breasts, all the while his lips were devouring her neck. He eased the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and she arched her back, so he could take it off. His fingertips trailed up and down her stomach, as his tongue was swirling around her hardened peaks. His hand softly caressed her, every inch of her body, before wandering lower to her hip bone. He felt her parting her legs and he brought his hand up to her face to kiss her. Distracting her that way, his hand traveled down to her abdomen and then lower. His fingers slid in between her lips, as he let them move around slickly, making her shudder. He wasn't going to do too much unless she asked and this was already more than they had previously covered. He drew his mouth away from hers, pulling the sheets away from her body completely. He wished he could have seen her, but this would have to do for now. He pressed feather-like kisses to her chest, getting in between her legs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, but she soon started losing contact with him, as he was kissing her now where his fingers had been just a moment ago. She felt his warm tongue against her, as she grabbed onto anything to try and keep steady. He spread her legs a little farther, gaining better access, as he thrust a finger inside her, then another one, while his thumb circled her already throbbing bud, his lips kissing her inner thighs, his teeth lightly biting. He knew she was almost there and he withdrew his fingers, letting his tongue finish her off. When her breathing returned to somewhat normal, he made his way back up to nuzzle her neck, only for his lips to be taken into a passionate kiss.

"More?" He asked, she always was his first priority and he wanted to make sure if she was alright to continue, despite his painful erection.

"Yes, God yes... I want you, want to feel you. Make love to me, please..." Her voice sounded pleading, so he quickly got naked and positioned himself better.

He took himself in one hand, teasing her with the tip, as she began digging her nails into his back muscles, he very slowly entered her. His movements were tortuously slow, thrusting inside her as far as he could go. After she adjusted to the feeling, he began pulling in and out of her with more force and slightly faster. Eventually, she wrapped her legs around his back, lifting herself off the bed a little, that way asking him for more. Since they hadn't had sex in so long and she had been a constant tease for two months, it was rather obvious this wasn't going to last. He brought his hand in between them, stimulating her to fasten up her release. Their movements soon became jerky and with a couple more thrusts he climaxed, collapsing on top of her, but still continuing to bring her over too. She cried out his name, actual tears spilling from her eyes.

"Thank you... Thank you for trusting me to never hurt you."

"I love you." She replied, still hugging him close.