Wide Open Spaces

Dancing Barefoot

Warning: sexual activities

Lindsey and Stevie hated their temporary place and were more than happy to settle into the house they had chosen. They viewed a huge five story Spanish style home, a marina style one on a busy street with hardly any yard, condo after condo and then after all their searching, they found home. It was a big house on a hill with an Old Hollywood style entrance. Red stairs, leading up to the doorway. It felt warm from the beginning with its six bedrooms and three baths, in a Spanish style with a terra-cotta roof. It reminded them of their Arizona house. It was located in a great neighborhood with great schools for the kids and was close to his work. He could walk if he wanted to and it made them all very happy. Stevie used the attic as her studio and the kids claimed the basement for their own. Stevie had been decorating and organizing like crazy. She was definitely nesting now. She is six months pregnant and constantly inspired to paint or write. She had been looking for a small project she could work on, on the weekends and found another painting and pottery workshop to teach. Stevie's dogs were adjusting as well, same with Callie's cat and Dylan's turtle as it didn't care in the least. Everything was in working order and it seemed as though all five of them were relaxing a little more.

It was raining when she woke up so she quickly took the dogs out, not wanting to get drenched. Lindsey made a fresh pot of coffee for himself and started on breakfast for the kids. When she came back in, he offered her a cup of tea and she went up to the attic again, working on her latest piece. The music could be heard banging in the house and he knew she was really in her zone. The louder the music, the more creative she felt it seemed and it had always been that way.

She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he

Here I go and I don't know why
I flow so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

Stevie's dress flowed over her growing belly and she tapped the spot she had felt a kick with her hand, smiling. The baby returned the action so she tapped again, continuing to paint. "You must like Patti Smith!" she said. She sang a few of the words here and there, getting even more of a response from the baby.

I'm dancing barefoot
Headin' for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
It makes me come up like some heroine

She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she

Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me

Lindsey came up the stairs and presented the tea she had agreed to downstairs. He kissed her, stroking back the curls that fell around her face even though her hair was up. "If you're hungry, you should eat" he says.

"Maybe in a little bit"

"The kids have eaten and are in their rooms."

"Does that mean we're alone up here?" She asks, arching an eyebrow.

"All alone" he says. She puts her brush down and places the tea cup on the little table with her notebook.

I'm dancing barefoot
Headin' for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
Makes me come up like some heroine