I Thought You Were a Bitch

Chapter II: Old Love Dies Hard

CHAPTER II

Old loves die hard

Stevie's POV 

I wasn't keen on the idea of some random strangers from the band I had never ever heard of showing up here out of the blue.  Though I felt like maybe, just maybe a little, it would make things better as it would probably break off some high voltage tension between us couples here. Probably Mick thought it too. While Mick went to make a call and Chris and John went out to lunch I was left alone in the studio with Lindsey. My Lindsey who was cold as ice to me. 

"Linds, would you mind listening to something I wrote?" I asked with hope to actually make some sort of conversation.

"Can't you see I'm working on something already." He rolled his eyes at me. It seemed like he was totally annoyed by my presence.

"Lindsey, we need to talk, this can't go on like this." I said feeling the anger rise in me.

"Stevie, can we not do this now? I really want to work on my song here."

"Fine, I'm breaking up with you if you refuse to even have a decent talk with me." I had an awful emotional outburst and tears rolled down my cheek. I sat down on the sofa, pulled my legs up to my chin and cried.

"Stevie..." Lindsey put down his guitar and stood up. He sighed, sat down next to me and put his hands around me.

"I can't take this anymore. We are barely speaking. What has happened to us?" I sobbed it all out.

"I don't know, Stevie, I don't really know..." Lindsey whispered. He kissed my hair.

"Can we be fixed?" I asked very quietly. I was drowning in my sadness.

"If we are both willing to try." I thought he must still love me so I looked at him. He was suddenly looking very tired and much older than he was. Being in Fleetwood Mac had changed us in lots of ways. "Lindsey, I love you and I want us to be the way we were. Happy."

"I love you too, Stevie." Lindsey kissed me.

Mick walked in while we were still kissing. "So, guys, it's settled, Acker North will be here on... Oh, sorry, don't mind me." Mick walked to his drums. We broke off our kiss, giggling like little kids.

"Mick, I think you didn't finish your sentence."

Mick cleared his throat. "Well, you guys were clearly busy but they'll be here on Monday."

Lindsey told me that we could finish what we started here later at the house we had rented and now we could work on one of my songs.

Soon Chirs and John walked in holding hands. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew they hadn't been happily married lately but it seemed things had fortunately changed. They wanted a day off to work stuff out and they got it.             

Christine's POV

I really wanted to punch Mick in the face but I guess he just wanted me and John to work our things out.  I didn't know what to think. I had no idea why I grabbed John's hand earlier. Probably I just missed him. As we walked out of the studio we decided to get some stuff from our house and then take a hotel room for today and tomorrow. John took me into some fancy hotel and booked us a huge suite. It had midnight blue velvet drapes and a king size bed.

I threw my bag on the chair and sat down on the bed. John came and sat down beside me. He took my hand in his.

"So, Chris, do you think we still got a chance?" His eyes had hope in them.

"If you stop drinking that much then probably we do. You're scaring me when you come home drunk, you know." I was serious.

"And no more cheating and affairs." He winked at me which looked quite ridiculous considering the situation .

"Of course no more fooling around, John, after all that has happened to us, I still have feelings for you." I smiled a little.

He didn't say anything, just kept staring at me. I looked away. I was getting very nervous with him being so near to me after all these fights and time apart.      

Suddenly he lifted my chin with his hand. "Look at me, love..."

I did, he looked handsome. He then pressed his lips on mine. For my own surprise I let him and soon I found my tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. Part of me actually wanted to pull away at first as I wasn't totally sure I wanted to give our relationship another go but I still loved him and I kind of owned it to John too.

He pushed me down on the bed and started to unbutton my blouse. He kissed my neck and I couldn't help it. I moaned a little. I missed my John so bad. I pulled of his t-shirt and threw it next to the bed. Soon enough we were both naked in each other's arms making sweet love.

The following morning I woke up my head on his chest, his arms still around me. "Morning, sweetheart." John kissed the top of my head. I lifted myself a little and kissed his lips. "Someone looks happy." John grinned. 

Truth to be told I was happy, once again I was extremely satisfied in the arms of the man I loved. We spent the whole day in that hotel suite in that bed. I felt like all the hope was back and my world was once again sunny.