Stevie's secret (Mature)

Part 1: On the verge

"For the last time, no, I'm not jumping right back in to the studio the second I land in California!" Stevie argued as she stood from the table on the balcony of her Australian suite.

Fleetwood Mac was at the end of their tour overseas and this tour has been nothing but hell for Stevie. Though Christine was back and she loved every second of it, things with Lindsey were far from pleasant. It was almost as if Christine being back brought out old memories for Stevie and Lindsey, reliving Rumours all over again.

He had such resentment for her and it was hard for her to get along with him in whatever room they ended up inhabiting. If it wasn't him bitching about how she's having trouble with her voice then it was him picking on her for not bringing material in to the new Mac album. What happened to the bond that was unbreakable between these two? When they went on tour for, Say you will, Stevie could have sworn that she fell in love with him all over again but once Christine entered the picture again, they went back to butting heads.

"That's fine, turn your back on the band that made you," Lindsey smirked as he watched her grip on to the side of the balcony.

"I'm tired of your SH1T, Lindsey!" Stevie's hair flung around to hit her in the face as she jolted her body to face him, "If you just came here to poke and prod me then you have another thing coming!" she pointed at him, almost poking him in the face.

Pushing her hand away, he stood up to stand face to face with her, "I'm the only one that knows how to keep this band together, Stephanie!"

"Oh, please," she placed her hands on her hips, "Here we go again, Mr. Lindsey EGO Buckingham," tossing her hands up in the air, "I thought you jumped off your high horse a long time ago! And don't forget, YOU quit the band once!"

He just shook his head, "Unbelievable..."

"You just took the words right out of my mouth, how ironic!" smiling. "Now, leave!" Stevie turned red in the face as she pointed towards the door.

Lindsey just sat right back down, "Nope. I'm not leaving with out knowing you're going to think about this album."

"Christ!" she slammed her hands on her thighs, "We have just done like a million legs of this tour and I'm tired, Lindsey! Can you not SEE the bags under my eyes?" pointing at herself.

"I'm fine, doesn't bring my energy down," shrugging.

"Isn't your wife here? Maybe you should spend some time with HER instead of pestering ME," walking inside her hotel suite as she took off her robe, standing in her white silk nightgown. Everything could be seen under it as it was so sheer.

"She's shopping," Lindsey said as he closed the sliding glass door behind him, causing Stevie to gasp as she covered herself.

"Lindsey! I'm changing!" gripping on to her robe.

"Like I haven't seen it before," sitting down on the couch.

"That's not the POINT! It's modesty!" stomping her foot.

"Fine, I'll close my eyes," crossing his arms over his chest.

Groaning, Stevie tossed her robe to the bed and then pulled her nightgown over her head, unaware that Lindsey was peeking the whole time. He couldn't see much as she had her back turned to him but he got a good look at her in her panties.

"The fact that I can't get rid of you will only make me say this," buttoning her blouse, "I can hand you over some lyrics to bring home to work on, will that work?" pulling on her leggings.

Lindsey opened his eyes, "That'll do," standing up from the couch and heading for the door, "By the way, nice panties."

"Lindsey!"