Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

Chemistry

***A/N sexual content, also first part is third person POV.***

January 1980

"I love your voice Steves, have I said that today?" there's a giggle and a pause "Like five times...in the last five minutes. Are you flirting with me Tom?" silence. Tom's hand gently moves Stevie's hair from in front of her face, straddling the piano bench inches from her body he cups her chin drawing her face close to his. It's a youthful face, gentle and kind no hint of tortured anger or depression. He's really the anti-Lindsey. Blonde, constantly happy and smiling, casual and sweet, never yells beautiful pale blue eyes and just a hint of stubble on his face. He's peaceful and easy, the perfect combination of a carefree attitude and a perpetual high from good quality grass. That he has in common with Lindsey at least.

Blushing Stevie leans forward slightly her nose gently touching Tom's, "I feel like I've known you my whole life...it's weird. Like we're two souls destined to meet, you ever feel that way?" with Lindsey. She couldn't imagine loving anyone as intensely as she loves Lindsey, he consumes her like an obsession. And he treats her like a Goddess...usually. Tom makes things easy, she doesn't feel like she's constantly on fire, like each argument could be World War III. Lindsey can be downright cruel when he wants to be, distant when he's trying to punish her, and passive aggressive when he wants attention. He's also possessive, jealous, short tempered, and hostile. But he's a wonderful father a loving one, a brilliant musician, and as a lover...her face burns thinking about him.Lindsey's her dark prince. And Tom a bright white angel.

"Stevie?" she'd like to curse her distracted thoughts but she can't, something about her closeness to this man, their musical chemistry. It frightens her and excites her all at once, she has a husband a family. Three beautiful children with the man of her dreams-why is she so conflicted? Mick's tried it on with her more than once and he was easy to turn down. Don, Jimmy, Ken, countless producers and other hangers on in the studio. They were easy to say no to, easy to dismiss. But for some reason she can't do that with Tom. Maybe it's because he's a genuinely nice guy, as oppose to the vast majority of others who've tried to have her away.

"Stevie...I want to kiss you" swimming in his warm smile and deep clear eyes she's frozen. A small licking flame begins in her stomach, heat and desire smoldering in their nearness. She could fall for him, easily. She's not sure she hasn't fallen already. They've been working together for six months on her album, the songs, the arrangements, the melodies, the lyrics, each instrumental has his fingerprints on it somewhere. She's never allowed anyone so much control over her music...just Lindsey. And he treats it as a forgone conclusion in most cases. Without another word between them Tom's lips press against her own, hesitant and shy at first.

He moves closer wrapping her in his arms, and to her surprise her own arms close around his shoulders pulling him tighter into her embrace. Breaking away for air she moans as his teeth nibble the skin between her neck and shoulder his five o'clock shadow scratching with a lover's intimacy over her smooth canvas. She's never lacked passion in her love life, never doubted the sincerity of Lindsey's touch on her body. He loves her, deeply and irreparably he loves her. Why does she feel so right in Tom's arms? Why is she so addicted to his kiss?

"Stevie, oh Steph" his hard muscles slide against her smooth form as he lifts her into his arms. Tom's not a big guy, but he's in good shape. Strong and sure for his stature, he carries her small body easily to the couch on the other end of the studio. Lightening crashes outside as the bust of her dress is pulled down exposing her pert breasts. Tom circles one pink nipple with his thumb tightening it to a hard peak before suckling it between his lips. "Oh-uh!" her soft cries earn her a pirate smile from Tom, and he takes his time easing the other nipple back and forth between two fingers.