What We Are

Only Over You

Some time later

"STEEEEEEVVVVIIIIIIEEEEE," a recognisable voice yelled up the stairs. I rushed out to the hallway to see my husband leaning against two suitcases. "Shit Lindsey I thought you were being attacked by armed robbers," I said rolling my eyes and walking down to him.
"If they were armed I probably wouldn't have yelled."
"Good point."
"Are you ready for this baby?"
"Just about," I hugged him and he kissed my hair.
"Get a room!" I looked up to see my daughter cross armed and shaking her head at us.
"Get your driver's license then...Or do you still want me to drive you to college missy," Lindsey said sternly, though I noticed that the skin around his eyes had crinkled. She sighed,"I could get Will to drive me."
"I think Will's more concerned with his own schooling," retorted Lindsey.
"Or with his new girlfriend." Lena retorted, Lindsey sighing.
I gasped.
"Girlfriend? He never mentioned a girlfriend? I'm so excited to meet her? What's her name?"
"Jesus mom do you want her blood type too? It's Lily I think..."
"I've always loved that name haven't I Linds." He nodded and smiled widely.
"Oh how did you both get so old?" I squeezed her in a hug and she giggled. "Right...Time to leave I think." I said as Lindsey pulled up both of the suitcases to the front door. I continued to fuss over Lena as we walked down the porch and drive. "So, me and your father will be in Maui by...Well, it'll be about 1pm LA time so you better answer your cellphone because I'll be calling you to check everything is ok, and-"
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"It's gonna be fine. I'll be fine."

***

The door clicked behind the bellboy, and our luggage lay in a pile before the couch. I slipped my cell phone back into the handbag Lindsey kept nagging me about the size of. I wouldn't be calling her every five minutes at college of course, but it was her first night and I still saw her as the baby girl Lindsey would bounce on his lap until she fell asleep on his chest- I was going to be nervous by nature. Nothing would tarnish this trip though. I'd allowed to Lindsey plan everything for once and so far he was far from disappointing.

The French doors of our suite were already ajar, crafting billows in the drapes that revealed the sparkling blue water of the surrounding ocean. "Wow," I felt Lindsey's hands circle my shoulders through the thin material of my shirt. "That view is almost as beautiful as you." I snorted with laughter. We'd been on the road with the Mac for what felt like years and now we finally had time alone and away from the cities.
"Now where did you get that line from?" I swivelled to stroke his hips.
"I am an artist."
"Ah that's it." He kissed me innocently at first then deepened it, grabbing my thighs to rest around his waist as I clung to his neck and squealed. "Bed. Now."
I giggled as he fiddled with the door handle to the bedroom while holding me against him. Finally we entered and collapsed onto the four poster, Lindsey kissing and caressing my cleavage over my bra. Warmth was pulsating between my thighs and his face darted up to kiss me again as he peeled away my clothes, his own jeans straining by now. His hand found my panties, his palm curving around me. "Steph you're ready already angel." He whispered mischievously, licking the rim of my ear. I unbuttoned him and rolled my eyes from the satisfaction of feeling him through his boxers against my hand. "Just you wait," he kicked off the trousers and boxers, hastily returning to remove my bra from behind leaving a wet trail as he sucked portions of my skin from my neck to my shoulder. "God that plane journey was torture." I moaned as his fingers found their way to my clitoris. "I know right, all I wanted to do was tell the crew to get gone and bend you over the table."
"Romance isn't dead."
"Baby you know you want me too."
"I do."
"And I love you...I do" I relaxed as he characteristically nuzzled my neck. Moving his hands to cup my chest now I was completely naked. "You know that right Steph?"
"Of course, and I love you too, it's always been you- you know that."
I felt him smile before he flipped us so I lay beneath him. He nodded.
"I'm sorry for ever hurting you baby," he held me and I longed for the hardness that pressed into my stomach.
"Lindsey it's been seventeen y-"
"No. I love you, I can't be sorry enough. Let me show you again."
"& again..." I suggested as he hesitated before my entrance.
"& then a thousands times more," my laugh turned to a sensual scream as he pushed right into me. Lindsey's love was something I could never bore of.  He whispered sweet nothings into my ear and I mumbled similarly. We shifted to lie side by side, him thrusting at an increasing pace from behind, my body so close against his. He attacked my neck and cheek with contrastingly innocent pecks. "Fuck. Harder baby." He obeyed and all reality seemed to fade around me but the feel, smell, and sound of us together. I knew it was almost over for us both and tears overwhelmed me as shocks of pleasure raced through my body, exacerbated by the aphrodisiac of his primal noises as his warm fluids flowed inside me. He lingered inside me for a moment, pulling me close to him as if he feared I might vanish. He released a contented breath as he withdrew, and I turned to stroke his stubble, precisely tracing his Cupid's bow with my thumb. We shared a shower together, before I banished Lindsey to the lounge while I prepared myself for dinner; and my thoughts for what I wanted to ask him.

"Linds?"
"Huh," he grunted, shovelling cookies into his mouth on the couch.
"Very healthy," I rolled my eyes, snatching one from him anyway.
"Ah leave an old man be!" He jokingly squeezed my arm as I sat down beside him.
"A dirty old man."
"That's why you love me."
"Uh huh."
"So...Apart from the mind blowing sex I'm bound to initiate within the next few minutes, what did you need me for?"
"I just wanted to say that...Well we always talk about Buckingham Nicks and touring it, or doing second record together, and I just thought...Y'know it's been such a long time I was going to suggest we start on that after our break."
"Oh Stevie of course I'm in on that. That's wonderful." He pulled me into a suffocating hug then leaned back to kiss me, his crumbs falling down my front.
"I can't believe it's been almost fifty years since it! All that time and still..."
"What we are to each other has never changed?" It was rhetorical I knew, but I replied anyway.
"No, and it won't." No emphasis was required, we knew.

THE END

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