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They both lay there in the dark of the room wondering in their drunken and drug induced state of mind if the 'I love you's' were really real, even though they both felt it. "I really mean it!" Mick stated but looked down and she had already fallen asleep, the amount of alcohol they had both consumed and the mind-blowing sex had easily made them exhausted even with the high amount of cocaine in their systems. Mick was tired too and cuddled his petite angel closer.
Soon both Mick feel asleep too, his own amazing feelings making him tired even in his euphoric state, he loved Stevie. The hours ticked by as they slept cuddled up together, naked with no worries whatsoever, if the perfect night ever existed, they just had it.
Finally Mick stirred as the sun flicked through the light green curtains, shocked to still feel Stevie against his body, her pert nipples poking into his side and he realised she was naked. He had began wondering if it was a dream as he woke.
He felt great now, he stared at her sexy naked body and recalled last night's events in his mind, instantly getting hard thinking about all the different ways he had made love to her and the things they had done. He did worry if he had been to rough with her beautiful body, she was only tiny compared to him and he hoped she was alright and wouldn't regret it either.
He gently moved trying to get out of the bed without waking her, he actually liked waking up beside her and hadn't felt so good in many years. She squirmed a bit and made a soft noise bit didn't wake. He pulled on his jocks and smiled at her, she was like his own sleeping beauty, she was like a little light that brightened up even the darkest of times with her bubbly nature or her gleaming smile and laugh. Mick realised he had felt that way for a long time about her, he had been drawn to her since he met her and that feeling had only grown. He loved her that scared him a bit. The passion and connection between them had always been undeniable but Mick solemnly thought that Stevie was only using him because she was hurting over Lindsey, because they were good friends and a night of passion was something she never indulged in and they were blowing off steam, also intoxicated and high on gold dust.
He also was still married even though him and Jenny were separated after another cheating scandal but Mick felt saddened to know that Stevie would probably only ever want Lindsey and no one would measure up to the curly haired guitarist, especially him. Mick was a lot more insecure than people realised, sure he hadn't been the most reliable husband to Jenny and had often been childish and busy with the band, but being cheated on had taken its toll on his confidence and ego, not that he would ever admit it, he faked he thought he was amazing but really was scared of being alone and abandoned too, but Stevie made him feel like some kind of sex god and a wonderful man and he in a way knew he would always loved her and always would, like they had been lovers in a previous life, maybe even soulmates.
He tried to switch his feelings off as he went and grabbed a joint, soon lighting it and taking a large inhale as he sat in a deep blue corner chair, looking at the petite gypsy in his bed. Her golden curls seemed to sparkle under the sunlight that was creeping through the shady curtain and her lightly tanned ivory skin seemed to enchant him more with the soft gleam of the sunbeams. She was like his own secret garden, mystical, enchanting and amazing, but he knew he couldn't have her. Stevie was a free spirit and he felt not good enough for her.
He poured a glass of whiskey, a drink straight after a big night was remedy to a crushing hangover in his opinion and he sipped the burning liquor as he finished his joint, knowing how the hazy and wonderful night with Stevie would be hard to ever forget. Parts of his memory were still blank but what he did remember, would never fade away, the noise she made and the way she said she loved him in her sweet American accent.
He debated to get her breakfast or not, he had never felt so shy in the glow of the morning after, he felt like a teenager all tense and concerned after loosing his virginity again, Stevie amazed him but his growing feelings for her terrified him too.
Suddenly before he could think anymore, Stevie let out a whimper as she stretched and opened her dazed golden eyes, her own mind foggy and she suddenly sat up wincing and realising the night was real, especially when she saw Mick "Morning love!" Mick smiled to try and make it less awkward for her and Stevie suddenly pulled the sheet over her naked breasts, surprised.
"Morning Mick!" She forced out trying not to stutter as her mind was overflown with reasons upon reasons why this was so wrong, biggest reason of all, Mick was married and she was trying to stop herself from thinking of it as more than a one night stand.
"How are you, I was going to order breakfast right before you woke!" He laughed shyly and scratched the back of his neck, a trait he did when he was nervous.
"Uh, thanks, I'm good, a little hungover, how are you?" Stevie blushed, taking in his handsome stance as she felt her eyes fixate on his bare chest, recalling parts of the night that fell back into her memory like a jigsaw puzzles that was slowly being completed and she couldn't help feel a little more confident than she ever had before after such a steamy and wild night with her secret crush and good friend, she just didn't know how Mick felt and she was so worried about acting too clingy, she didn't want to ruin what they had started and she couldn't deny the biggest thing of all that she had tried to for so long. She loved Mick Fleetwood and she had fallen for him, she was charmed by his everything.
