"I thought you two were done with this nonsense," says Christine, looking closely at you. You've had this conversation for decades, and you know exactly what she's thinking.
"We don't have to be," says Lindsey, which gets a raised eyebrow from Chris. "My divorce was finalized this week."
"Your what?" Mick looks like he's about to choke on his bourbon.
"Kristen and I are divorced," he repeats, and the significance of those words weighs heavily on you. This is real.
"And you two..."
"I got her to take me back," he says, putting his arm around you.
"It's about fucking time," says Chris, taking another sip of her wine. "Congrats, you two."
Mick still looks slightly dumbfounded. "Stevie Nicks is finally taken?"
You just nod a little, blushing as he grins at you. "I guess I always kind of was."
"This is going to be a circus," says Mick, sitting down and rolling his eyes. You sense a little jealousy in Mick's tone, and you wonder if you should have talked to him first.
Lindsey bristles a little at Mick's comment. "Excuse me?"
"I think he means the media, baby. Not us," you jump in quickly, trying to mitigate the drama. Mick has always loved you, and he's one of your best friends. The last thing you need is Mick and Lindsey fighting.
"Two of your best friends finally got their shit together and you're going to sit here and give us an attitude about it?"
"Lindsey," you warn, touching his arm.
"Congratulations," says Mick, but you know he's not happy. You'll talk to him later. Everyone else in the room remains silent, until the girls tell Lindsey to sit and start asking about Stella. You look around the room at your band and background singers as everyone starts to talk again, their eyes finally off of you. Well, for the most part. Christine is giving you a look and you know you'll have some explaining to do later, but you smile back at her. You've all known each other for decades. Even if you wanted to get away from each other, you probably couldn't. Poor Stevvi, your new back up singer, just pretends she didn't see anything. You smile at her and squeeze your shoulder as you walk back to your seat, Lindsey's hand on the small of your back.
A lot more wine is consumed before everyone calls it a night, and Lindsey walks you up to your room, waiting for you to open the door. You're finally alone, and you turn to him, still feeling guilty about leaving him.
"I'm so sorry, Lindsey."
"Don't you ever fucking do that again. Ever." His tone changes quickly, and the hurt floods across his face.
"I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Taking off when I need you is never the right thing. It wasn't the right thing the last time you did it and it wasn't the right thing this time."
Your heart starts to pound and you realize that trying to rationalize is a terrible idea. "I didn't mean to hurt you," you say quietly.
"You did."
"I know," you say, choking up. "What do you want me to say, Lindsey?"
"That you will never run from me."
"I promise."
"If we're going to do this, I have to know you aren't going to disappear. I can't handle that, Stevie." The anger dissolves and he lets his guard down, pulling you into his arms.
"Never again. I promise." He looks at you and knows you mean it, and you feel him relax a little. "Can we please have make up sex now?"
"God, yes," he says, grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely. You're already kicking your shoes off and throwing his jacket on the floor, and within seconds you're naked, fumbling with his belt buckle. As soon as his jeans hit the floor you shove him back into the arm chair, straddling his lap and claiming his mouth, your hand stroking him and teasing yourself a little. He groans against your mouth and you smile, guiding him into you and giving yourself a second to adjust to him before you start to rotate your hips, his length pushing so far into you it almost hurts. You bounce in his lap, his hands gripping your ass a little too hard as you move. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you squeeze them for support, your entire body focused on release. You lean forward, burying your face in his shoulder as he starts to meet your thrusts, holding onto you tightly.
You know it's coming, and you grind against him shamelessly, throwing your head back and letting out a slightly primal moan. He grabs your breast roughly, speeding up and urging you to let go. You do, and lose your balance, letting him yank you forward so you crash into him. A couple more thrusts and you feel him bite down on your shoulder to stifle a yell as he comes inside you.
"Your mine," you finally say, your voice raspy. He doesn't say anything, but he nuzzles your neck and presses his lips to your skin. "More," you beg, wiggling your hips.
"Let's take this to the bed," he says, and you reluctantly separate yourself from him long enough to climb into bed. You spend hour claiming each other, and you know your body will be covered in bites and bruises and you don't care. When you're too jetlagged and exhausted to continue, you fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.
The sun hasn't even come up yet, but you're waking up to him touching you, his fingers lightly tracing your face, his leg wrapped around yours. Your eyes open and you look at him curiously, slightly confused in your groggy state. "Are you okay?"
"You're finally mine."
You smile and stare into his eyes, knowing exactly how he's feeling right now. "I always have been," you remind him, and he nods.
"I didn't think we'd get here."
"I knew we would."
"I'm a lot more negative than you."
"Or I just love you more."
"Not possible," he says, stealing a kiss. "You are my world. This is it, Stevie. This is forever."
"I'm certainly not going anywhere," you assure him, smiling at his emotional response. He's never been like this with you, and you soak up every second. "Sleep, baby. We have a show tomorrow." He nods and lays his head on your chest, letting you stroke his curls until he falls asleep on you.
Thanks for all the love on this one! You are darling. I could go on forever but I have more ideas! Thanks for hanging with me!
