Look, I'm not even going to lie to you guys, there is some seriously depressing smut in this one.
Okay so here's the deal: I know we've been doing this awesome thing where we intertwine the past with the present and it's been really fun for all of us. That's not to say that this chapter does not go with the next. They're connected.
However, when I finished this, I realized that I couldn't take away from the depth and intensity of this first flashback by jumping into the present and then going back to the past. So....here's chapter 39.
November 1977
Lindsey walked into Stevie's dressing room after the show. She turned around quickly to look at him and he pulled her close to kiss her as soon as he got to her.
Her tongue was past his lips before she even gave him a chance. As she took control of the kiss, his hands were everywhere. He couldn't keep his hands in place for one moment. They were on her waist and her arms and her ass and finally on her breasts where she held them with her own hands. They both moaned and he released her mouth to kiss her neck.
"Linds....Lindsey? Stop."
He moved away immediately. Even at their worst he was always a gentleman. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Do you want me to go?"
She shook her head, "no...I just need to tell you something."
"What is it?" The look of concern on his face broke her heart.
This could wait. She didn't need to tell him yet. She needed to be with him one last time.
She wasn't a fool; she knew her actions were irrevocable and she was going to lose him forever.
So, it could wait.
"I love you," she said.
He smiled, "I love you too."
"Okay. Well...good. Now get over here and take off my dress." She discarded her shoes and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his neck while he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
He moved away from her slightly so he could look down at her. It had been a while since the last time they were together. Her chest was flushed and her nipples were hard and waiting for his attention. He groaned, "I missed you."
Stevie wrapped her arms around him and then her legs when he lifted her up to carry her to the couch. He laid her down gently and hovered over her. He placed kisses across her collar bone and down her chest until she was arching her back and holding onto his shoulders.
Lindsey leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth and she cried out his name. He ran his tongue over it and gave the same attention to the other.
Suddenly he was gone and a moment of panic rushed over her before she realized he was only moving to take off his own clothes.
"No, let me," she said as she stood up. Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her head down and focused on the task so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. She kissed every bit of skin that was revealed to her as she undid each button.
Finally, she had him completely undressed before her. She stood back to look him over. She took in every feature from his eyes to his smile, his broad shoulders and down his chest. Her eyes and her hand reached his erection at the same time and they both moaned. She stroked him slowly as he leaned down to kiss her and thrust his hips.
