Rooms on Fire

Third.

A/N: Explicit.

Time seems to be passing faster than the speed of light. Before I know it I have been living at Stevie's for a month and at 31 weeks pregnant I have left the glowing, happy phase long behind and have entered the irritable, achy, emotional phase. Stevie is two weeks into rehearsals for her summer tour and she is exhausted and aching too. Rehearsals are long and her body isn't cooperating with the gruelling schedule. She comes home at 10pm or later, her back and hips aching and her voice spent. I have been trying to convince her to slow down a little, put in less hours, rest more but it is futile. It is her first big tour since 1998 and her first tour promoting new material since 1994. I know she is nervous about it. Her tour promoting Street Angel hadn't gone well. She was only six months clean from the Klonopin and was ill-prepared for realities of facing the road sober, to make matters worse, Street Angel had been released, and had bombed before the tour even began. I try to assure her that things will be different this time, Trouble in Shangri-La is already a hit, it entered the Billboard 200 at number 5 and it is still going strong. Reception has been good. critics like it and fan reaction on the internet has been good. It doesn't stop her questioning every detail. The setlist seems to change daily. She second guesses every decision.

Today is her 53rd birthday and I am determined to take her mind off her worries. Working with Lori and Sharon I have planned everything out. first I tried to get her to take the day of but it became quickly apparent that wouldn't happen. 'I'm turning 53. It's Sharon and Lori are going to have her home at a decent hour for a change. No later than 8pm they have promised me. I have ordered Mexican from her favorite place, Lori told me what to order, sopa de fideo for a starter, aroz con pollo for the entrée and flan for dessert. I've arranged for the food to delivered at 8:30 so Lori and Sharon's powers of persuasion had better be in fine form. After dinner I am going to spend the night pampering her, bath, massage. Her gift, a beautiful, illustrated, leather-bound copy of Hans Christian Anderson fairytales dating from the 1890s is wrapped and sitting on the side table in the entry hall.

I decide to take a quick nap before Stevie arrives home. It is 6:30pm and while I am feeling good today, I tire quickly. It is rare for me to stay up much past midnight these days. Working full-time and growing another human being is exhausting. Most days I am bone weary by 9pm. I am short, a little over 5'2" and it feels like the baby has long since take over every inch of my torso. Breathing doesn't come easy, eating isn't much better. I feel off balance. My back aches and spasms. Round ligament pain comes and goes. So do Braxton-Hicks contractions. I put some music on softly, Sarah McLachlan's most recent album and lay down on the couch.

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The next thing I know I am being awoken by a kiss on the cheek. I open my eyes to find Stevie crouched down beside me. The light in the room has become dim and watery and it is obvious I have been asleep for a while.

'How was your day?' I ask sleepily as I stretch out.

'It was good. I think things are beginning to come together,' she says brightly.

'Did you find your present? I left it on the side table,' I tell her sitting up.

'I did,' she says holding up the still wrapped gift.

'Open it,' I tell her excitedly.

'Okay, she replies, pulling the ribbon off the gift, 'did you wrap this? it is beautifully done.'

'Yes I did,' I reply with a grin, 'I am a woman of many talents.'

'That you are,' Stevie shoots back with a sly smile.

'Open your present,' I say with a slight whine. I've never been the patient type.

Stevie rips the paper off the book and grins, 'it is beautiful,' she says flipping through the pages.

'Maybe you can read to us later.,' I say with a smile placing a hand on my stomach where the baby is kicking, not tonight, though, I have other plans for you tonight,' I say in a tone I hope sounds suggestive and not ridiculous.

'Oh,' Stevie says with a smile, 'and what would those things be?'

'Be patient and you'll find out,' I respond as the doorbell rings, 'that'll be dinner,' I say standing.

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After dinner, I lead Stevie up the stairs. I draw a bath for and let her luxuriate while I light some candles and incense and change into the sexiest underwear I own, which isn't particularly sexy but at least it matches and one of Stevie's silk robes. She appears after about half-an-hour, smelling like the lavender essential oil I had added to the bath eater to relax her. She is wearing a towel around her and I'm not sure if it is deliberate but the towel is hanging open slightly and I get a peek of her naked body with each step she takes. Purposeful or not it is a hell of a turn on.

'Lay on the bed,' I tell her with a grin, face down.'

She lets the towel fall to the floor, revealing herself to me and it takes all my willpower not to begin touching myself. I've been with my fair share of women and more than a few men but none of them make me feel the way Stevie does. Sometimes I think it must just be a pregnancy thing but I can't imagine ever feeling any differently about her.

I kneel on the bed next to her, squeeze some cocoa butter into to my hands and slowly begin to massage her, concentrating on her shoulders, lower back and hips where I know she hurts the most. Stevie moans in relief as I work out the knots in her muscles. Slowly the massage turns from being therapeutic to erotic, my touch concentrated on the soft curves of her hips and her ass and her moans changing timbre as she becomes more aroused. I let the massage go on for a few more minutes, enjoying the sound of her increasingly raspy moans before rolling her onto her side. I lay next to her and kiss her deeply. We make out like teenagers to what feels like hours before finally pulling apart, both breathless and wanting. I begin kissing her neck, sucking at the skin, marking her before shimmying down the bed a little and taking her breast into my mouth, again I suck at the skin marking her again, I drag my tongue along the skin of her stomach, shimmying further down the bed as I do, leaning a trail of newly erupted goosebumps in my wake. She lets out a grunt of frustration as I divert my mouth just of her pubic bone instead choosing to place a series of feather light kisses on her hip before moving my attention to her thigh and specifically the spot on her outer thigh I know drives her wild. She begins to buck her hips as I tease her, licking and sucking, hard and soft until Stevie is pleading with me for more.

I finally oblige, 'pass me George,' I say to Stevie, cursing my lack of planning. Stevie passes me the large purple dildo from the side table, I run it along her slit a few times before plunging it into her hard and deep, she gasps, startled at the sensation and I give her a second to adjust before I begin pumping the toy in a steady rhythm. my other hand teases her clit, rolling it gently between my thumb and forefingers. Stevie's hips begin to buck as she gets closer to the edge and I move George in time with her movements.

'Harder, I need more pressure,' she growls and I increase the pressure I am placing against her clit, her breath hitches and she stills before she comes hard shaking and moaning my name, her skin flushes red and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I place my mouth over her center as she comes down, lapping up her juices before shimmying back up the bed, kissing her, allowing her to taste herself.

'Happy birthday baby,' I whisper as I position myself in her arms, my eyelids becoming heavier by the second, 'I adore you.'