***A/N smut***
1978-Christmas eve
"Penny for your thoughts" I've been standing next the Christmas tree staring into the small flames of our rented cabin for about forty-five minutes. Connor's fast asleep on the couch clutching his stuffed Snoopy as he dreams. Stevie wraps her arms around my waist resting her head on my back "I was thinking this is perfect, every second of this month has been like heaven. I don't want this to end Steph" ghosting her fingers up and down my sides Stevie sighs "WE have to go back to the studio eventually. And we'll start fighting again, you'll be angry all the time"
I hate the way things have been between us, I love Stevie. God I do, but she's the one person on earth who can hurt me so badly and drive me up the wall so quickly. It's the distinct pleasure pain of loving her "I'm sick of arguing Steph, and with Connor...baby we have our son back. Can't we start over? Pretend it's 1974 again" no answer, a simple squeeze of her hands over my stomach and a sigh "You still love me don't you?" for this I turn lifting her head so that we're eye to eye again. She strokes my fingers kissing my palm softly "I've always loved you, I always will"
"But are you still in love with me?" her eyes are sad and Connor whimpers in his sleep saving her from answering the question. Quickly she kneels on the floor by the sofa running a hand through our little boy's soft blonde curls he opens one sleepy eye sniffling and whimpering again. He makes a sign with one hand tucking his arms under his chest in a ball "He's cold, we should tuck him in to bed Santa needs to have some time to bring down the presents" I lift our son over my shoulder patting his back as he whines and squirms trying to get comfortable again.
His head rests over my chest the way it used to when he was a baby, lowering my voice I grumble his name and he moves closer to the vibrations from my throat "Hey buddy, we're gonna go sleepy okay" I know he can't hear me but I talk to him as if he can. We've endeavored this last few weeks to develop Connor's language beyond a few simple signs and wordless grunts. I wish there was a way for us to know how much he understands, but he can't tell us. I assume; however, he knows a lot due to his reactions. One we lay him in bed his eyes droop closed for a second, then open again.
"Merry Christmas little guy, I love you" the signs come slowly to me but with no less meaning. Connor, with one hand, signs back "I love you". Stevie hugs me around my neck kissing my cheek as my shoulders shake with emotion, he turns away then falls off to sleep "I'm still in love with you Lindsey, it hasn't been easy and we've both acted like kids but I'm still in love with you"
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1997
"I thought you wanted to talk" cupping my hands over Stevie's backside I press her against the kitchen cabinets feathering kisses across her neck "We are talking, the language of love" giggling Stevie boosts herself to the counter spreading her thighs so I can stand between them. Growling I lift her skirt all the way up pulling her panties down and following them to the kitchen floor. On my knees in front of her I bury my face at the apex of her thighs first inhaling the smoky, warm scent of her arousal. My cock twitches in return and I squeeze the bulge in my pants moaning.
"God you smell like sex and sin Steph" she lets out a full throated laugh pulling me by the back of my head further toward her center "Good thing you and me are experts at both" the first touch of my tongue to her slick entrance is like molten steel being tempered on a forge. We each groan the other's name, while Stevie's thighs clamp around my ears cocooning me from all sound outside of our little world. Lapping the flat of my tongue up and down her clit I marvel at her sweet taste, it's been too long since we've been together like this. Nearly a year, and far too many sleepless cold nights for me to think about.
