Minutiae

Todays

She'd sent Karen home several hours ago, offering Lindsey up as a sacrificial goat to drive her home when they finally finished up recording Miss Fantasy. He'd rolled her eyes, but obliged with a seemingly enthusiastic 'Definitely, I'd be happy to do so', and she'd given him a peck on the lips for his effort. He'd appreciated it, grinning at her and patting her backside in a way that she was fairly sure wasn't as platonic as it should be. Not that she minded that much, if she was being totally honest with herself...

"One more try, Stevie?" he called out, fiddling with the console.

Sighing she nodded and adjusted the mic again. She loved the song, truly, but her voice was not going to  last the full four days at this rate. Surely one of the takes had been good enough after working on it all day. She was pretty resolutely NOT going to let herself get annoyed with Lindsey on this visit, however, and so far she'd had no reason to.

"Just one more," he said softly, smiling at her. "Then we'll go to bed, yeah?"

"I beg your pardon?"

He pointed to the large clock on the wall. "Honestly, it wouldn't be safe if I tried to drive you home. I'm not used to staying up this late."

"Old man."

"Exactly. No shame," he laughed. "Look, we have plenty of spare rooms or you can even just crash  here if you want. There's a small bedroom out the back next to the bathroom."

And so she found herself wearing an old T-shirt of Lindsey's with her black leggings, pulling back the covers on a small, comfortable bed in Lindsey's studio. He stood in the doorway watching her and she felt like she should be uneasy with his presence than she was. It felt oddly normal and routine considering how many years it had been since they'd last shared a bed.

"Sleep well, then, okay?" he said as she climbed into the bed, curling up on her side, and pulling the comforter over her. It felt odd being here, the smell of Lindsey's shirt on her, his blankets surrounding her.

"Do you sleep in here sometimes?" she asked curiously, as his hand went to the light-switch, ready to plunge the room into darkness.

"Yeah. Occasionally. You know, if I've been recording in here late and don't want to make the huge trek back to the house," he laughed. "Or if I've had an argument with Kit. Damn sight more comfortable than a couch," he added with a grin. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

He turned out the light and left the bedroom, left her.

She dreamed that he'd stayed.