Not Just a Mirage

Chapter 14

This is just a short chapter, but needed to lay the groundwork for more to come... 

"Honeys, we're home!!!!" Mick and Richard's voices taunted through the foyer of the chateau later that night. 

Stevie let out a sigh, her body currently nestled in Lindsey's lap as they listened to the vocals she'd just completed for Straight Back. He stole another kiss from her, squeezing her tightly against him before she inevitably slipped away to sit on the chair across from him. Their eyes lingered on one another as the sounds of the group filled the chateau now, footsteps heading towards the studio.

"Oh, look at that, they are fully clothed and working–you owe me $100, Johnny," Mick grinned as they walked through the studio.

"If only you'd gotten here an hour sooner," Lindsey rolled his eyes, causing Stevie to smirk and blush.

"Please, spare us the details," John grunted as he reached for his wallet. 

"Nothing happened!" Stevie squealed, throwing her arms in the air. 

Not a single soul believed her, but they all knew better than to say so. In a way, they were extremely lucky that the chaotic, affair ridden nature of the band made them all loyal enough to keep this under wraps. Stevie and Lindsey had been caught countless times over the years, from press events during Rumours promotion to backstage on the Tusk tour. But through it all, nobody ever breathed a word to Carol Ann or whoever Stevie was parading around with at the time. 

"So, did you finish the song?" Christine asked, her eyes glaring into Stevie.

"As a matter of fact, we did! How was Paris?" 

"We lost Mick the moment we arrived, so god knows what he got into. But the rest of us had a nice time," Christine shrugged. 

"Did you buy anything good, Chris?"

As the girls fell into a conversation regarding all things Paris, Lindsey made his way away from the soundboard, disappearing into the kitchen for a drink with the guys. In a matter of seconds, the entire dynamic of the chateau had changed, and gone were the blissful 48 hours he and Stevie got to play house. He missed it already. And he wondered if Stevie would sneak into his room tonight. 

"So, should we be aware of anything?" Mick asked as they all gathered around the kitchen island. 

"Like what?" Lindsey raised a brow. 

"Oh come on, Lindsey, don't play dumb. Something happened with you and Stevie, again."

"No, we're just on good terms again, that's all."

"And the hickeys on your neck have nothing to do with those good terms?" Ken grinned. 

Lindsey rolled his eyes, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he exited the room promptly.

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The next morning, Stevie stirred as she heard the sound of the others in the hallway and the kitchen. With a grumble, she lifted her pillow over her head and burrowed herself further into the sheets. As soon as she felt a hand pull her back by the waist, she grinned. Lindsey.  She'd snuck into his room last night after everyone else went to sleep. They spent the night trying to make love quietly, eventually having to resort to the floor to avoid the creaking sounds of the bed. 

"You stayed the whole night," he whispered against the back of her neck, goosebumps already forming on her skin.

"I fell asleep."