Whatever It Takes

Part 2

Lindsey stayed, Stevie knew he would. She didn't want to continue on with their conversation, so eventually he just walked out of the master bedroom and hid himself somewhere in the house. She didn't care to go look for him for the rest of the day, she was too focused on blaming him for getting her pregnant after they had just come to a decision to separate. 

It wasn't that they suddenly stopped loving each other, no. During the past several years they had simply started living separate lives. Lindsey quit Fleetwood Mac and immersed himself in a solo project. Stevie stayed with the band, but it didn't feel the same and she too was spending any free time, which she didn't have a lot of, working on a new record by herself. They also did their best to raise a child together, but their parenting styles differed completely. Lindsey, usually guilty about spending most of his time in the studio, allowed Avery everything, while Stevie had to play the bad cop more often than not because of it. There were no other men or women in their relationship, no major event happened, just... they were together, but not really anymore. So, why torture each other? Why take away any opportunity of happiness from each other if it unexpectedly presented itself?

A baby changed everything, no matter what Stevie shouted at Lindsey. Was it the right thing to do to try rekindling the passion that once was there? Or was it better to go through with the divorce and hope that they could handle co-parenting? Stevie imagined different scenarios in her head as she lay in bed late that night, each one of them almost reducing her to tears. She thought of Lindsey popping in for an hour once or twice a week, she clearly saw him coming over on birthdays until eventually he would leave and their child would have to go through yet another tearful goodbye. She didn't want that for anyone involved. 

It was past 2 am, when Stevie kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She put on her robe over her nightgown and walked out of the bedroom to find Lindsey. She doubted he was asleep as she softly knocked on the guestroom door.

"Can't sleep?" Lindsey looked her way as he rested his back against the headboard, what looked like a notepad propped up against his knees and a pen in his hand. 

"No." Stevie shook her head, sighing. What was she doing there, she didn't really know. 

Lindsey put his things away and patted the empty space beside him. Hesitant at first, Stevie took a step forward until she ended up right next to him. She didn't show any signs of wanting to talk and he didn't push her. They sat together awkwardly for a while, she then turned her head towards him.

"You know I love you, right?" 

That wasn't necessarily the question Lindsey had expected to hear. He nodded his head. "I do, I love you too."

Nothing else came out after that. Perhaps, words weren't the answer right now. Stevie shifted closer and Lindsey opened his arm for her to cuddle up to his side. She tilted her chin up and brought a hand up to caress his cheek.

"This is what got us in this situation." Lindsey reminded, smiling weakly down at her.

"Maybe you didn't pay enough attention in class, but you can't get me more pregnant." Stevie joked, making him chuckle lightly. "I just... I-"

No explanation needed.

He turned his head to one side and leaned in to kiss her gently. Her fingers slid into his curls and she pushed him closer, parting her lips, she moaned softly feeling his tongue brushing over hers, his hold on her tightened. She withdrew her hand from his hair and it slowly wandered down over his chest, stomach and under the covers. He stilled and broke the kiss, he inhaled sharply, when her fist closed around his hardening length. It took about fifteen seconds until he was willing and ready to go, after all, it had been a while. On the verge of divorce or not, he had never thought of or would ever think of cheating on her. 

"Come 'ere." He whispered, pushing the covers off himself.

She moved to straddle him and his hands immediately gripped her hips, unable to stop himself from grinding against her, seeking any relief he could get as she bent down to kiss him. He'd missed her, God, he'd missed her so much. The thought of losing her by his own choice was suddenly terrifying. What the hell was he thinking?

In one swift motion he'd switched their positions and she now lay beneath him. He took a moment to just look at her, to stare into her eyes, where he saw that fire burning again, that desire for him he hadn't felt in a long time. 

"I wanna see you." He said, sitting back on his heels.

Even their sex life had suffered. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't really exciting anymore. A couple of minutes of kissing and touching before getting the job done. Not right now, though. He took her hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. She shrugged off her robe and he slowly eased the straps of her nightgown down her arms, revealing her bare breasts. He captured her lips again and leaned forward, at the same time pushing her on her back. His lips abandoned hers as he began peppering her skin with featherlike kisses, moving from her face to her neck then her chest. She sucked in a breath and arched her back at the feeling of his hot wet mouth around her nipple. His hands were busy too as he let one slide south and in between her legs. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to her collarbone, amazed at how aroused she already was, two of his fingers moving against her slickly.

"I want you." She whimpered, lifting his head up off her chest to look at him. 

Not yet. He had no idea what this meant for them. It could have easily been her way of saying goodbye.  

He pecked her on the lips and moved his body lower down the bed. With her nightgown in a heap around her middle, he positioned himself and before she could protest, he stuck his tongue out and ran it in between her lower lips, causing her to cry out and reach for anything to hold onto. With his arms hooked around her legs, he kept her in place as she desperately tried to raise her hips, aching for more. Having been together for as long as they had, he knew she was close and it almost felt cruel to back off now, but he selfishly wanted to experience that intensity together.

Kissing his way up, he stopped to sloppily kiss her on the mouth, giving her a taste of herself and she responded eagerly, hungrily kissing him back. She felt the tip of his dick against her swollen clit and it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She no longer wanted him, she needed him. Sensing that, he took ahold of his almost painful erection and guided himself inside her. Afraid that the end was right there already, his thrusts were fast and maybe even a little too rough, but she didn't complain as she kissed him with that same passion as if it were their first night together all over again...

"That was..." She tried, while catching her breath. "Holy fuck."

"Holy fuck sounds about right." He nodded, laughing, his sweat rolling off his face and onto her chest in rivulets. "I love you."

Suddenly emotional, she swallowed uneasily, grateful that he couldn't see her face. "I love you, too."