Minutiae

Todays

They'd been laying next to each other on the carpeted floor of the studio, listening to the replay of Lindsey's songs, complete with harmonies, for what seemed like hours. She could feel his presence beside her even with her eyes closed and couldn't resist resting a hand in the small gap between them. It was a game they used to play, to see how close she could bring her fingertips towards him without touching him, and without him noticing her. It had usually ended with Lindsey atop her, his fingers playing with her tightened nipples, his lips soft and hungry on hers.

Not this time though. Obviously. Still.

She emitted a tiny squeak (god, how old was she?!) as she felt his hand enclosing hers in its familiar, firm grip.

"Cheeky," he said softly, his breath warm on her cheek as he half-leaned over her. She opened her eyes and saw him looking back at her, amused. "Not letting go now, you know. You'll be stuck with me clinging onto your hand permanently."

"I'm sure Kristen will be thrilled," Stevie laughed, poking his chest.

Raising an eyebrow, he bent down to press a brief kiss to her cheek then sat up, wrenching up her as well. Putting both hands on her shoulders, Lindsey indicated for her to sit between his open legs and she did so, curious. His fingertips pressed into her shoulders, then her upper back and she tensed up.

"What are you doing?"

"Relax," he said, brushing his lips against the back of her neck. "Just giving you a massage. You looked like you were in pain earlier when we took a break from recording Without You vocals"

"Back's been acting up again," she admitted, groaning deeply as Lindsey's fingers dug in hard. "Oh god. Don't stop."

"Ah, now THOSE words I do love to hear from your lips, Ms Nicks," he said, laughing as she tried to reach behind her back to hit him. "And, never fear, I won't stop."