Stevie didn't sleep much through the whole night, maybe only small dozes that she barely recognised even having. She felt terrible still for Christine and was too high to sleep anyway. Christine squirmed and whimpered during her sleep and nestled closer to Stevie which only made Stevie feel worse. Stevie watched the sun rise and shine in gently onto the pair of them for what seemed like hours when Christine pulled back, whimpering "Baby, are you alright?" Stevie cooed, caressing her face.
Christine sighed heavily, keeping her eyes closed. She was still hurting and felt deflated, she knew Stevie would know and they would fight about going to the doctor "Morning," she muttered.
"How are you?" Stevie asked, rubbing her arm lovingly.
"I'm Christine, so I'm feeling Christine-ish!" she softly laughed.
"You know what I am asking about!" Stevie smiled "How is it?" She asked running her hand down and rubbing Christine's soft patch of curls.
"Well that part is fine!" Christine laughed sleepily.
"You know what I am talking about, are you still sore from last night?" Stevie asked seriously.
"I need to use the loo!" Christine groaned, rolling onto her back and feeling nervous about how she would feel when she got up.
"Okay sure!" Stevie smiled "Do you want some help?"
Christine nodded and Stevie helped pull her out of bed. Christine struggled and Stevie helped her to the bathroom and back, feeling awful at her pain filled noises as she walked her there, she expected her to be better and wanted to cry about how injured Christine clearly still was "Do you want help in there?" Stevie asked as she led Christine into the ensuite.
Christine shook her head and leaned on the wall as she closed the door and couldn't help wincing when she sat down, everything was stinging.
"I heard you, your still hurting!" Stevie exclaimed as Christine came out after washing her hands and Stevie began helping her back to the bed, basically supporting Christine's whole body weight, Christine didn't answer and once they reached the bed, she just crawled back into the into it, hiding under the sheets and blankets.
"Can I please have some clothes?" Christine asked shakily.
"No, I'm taking you somewhere, that was the deal!" Stevie said firmly.
"Use one of your ice dildos on me!" Christine chuckled, hiding herself under the blanket more.
"Christine!" Stevie whined.
"Stevie, you made them, just give me one and I will stick it in, please just give me a joint!" Christine smiled serious, ready to try anything than go the doctors clinic.
Stevie frowned at her and nodded, lighting a joint and handing it to her "If it doesn't work, you are going and that is final!" Stevie warned and pulled her light pink fluffy dressing gown off the back of the door, slipping into it and heading downstairs. She crinkled her face up as the whole bottom level was filled with the sound of snoring and Stevie remembered John had stayed the night.
She tried to be as quite as possible, feeling stupid as she popped the frozen water popsicle out of the tray, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity and mentally talking to herself as she made her way back upstairs I'm going to stick an ice block in my new girlfriend because I seriously injured her the second night we had sex, real good Stevie, so smart, take out your Lindsey shit on the sweetest person you have ever met and now she cant move, real fucking sweet, after you waited to long to have her as your girlfriend!
Stevie was soon back upstairs and she went into Christine's bedroom, grabbing her dressing gown for her. It was a deep blue one and Stevie always loved it. Christine had a maroon one as well as a silken white one, but Stevie grabbed the blue one because it was hanging on the back of Christine's door and returned to the bedroom "Hey babe!" Stevie cooed.
Christine opened her eyes and smiled at Stevie, feeling more relaxed after the joint, even though she was still uncomfortable "Hey hon!"
"I got you the dressing gown because the ice will make you cold, will you let me insert it?" Stevie said warmly, sitting down on the bed and passing the dressing gown to Christine.
Christine chuckled "I can insert it myself and I don't need it!" She smiled, tossing the blankets and sheet off, pulling her dressing gown around herself, then taking the frozen ice stick.
"Can I check you over, or don't you even want me touching again, I don't blame you!" Stevie frowned.
"Stevie, I'm a bit of a mess down there, I don't want you seeing it, just sit behind me if you want and hold me while I fuck myself with your ice dick!" Christine smiled, throwing in a laugh.
Stevie smiled and nodded, she didn't want to push Christine on anything, no matter how worried she was and she soon sat behind her, rubbing her arms and laying kisses in her hair "This is dumb, my pussy doesn't want to eat an ice block Steph!" the older woman laughed, scared to even try and penetrate herself.
"Can you just try it, you cant walk baby!" Stevie sighed, playing with her hair.
"I can Steph, its just awkward!" Christine explained, embarrassed as well "Its like I am going to fuck myself in front of you!"
"Please try it, your beautiful body is hurt because of me!" Stevie frowned.
"I am alright!" Christine lied and obeyed Stevie, sliding the ice block into herself, then yelping "Ah, fuck, fuck it hurts!" She whimpered, wanting to cry as she felt herself stinging.
"Stop fucking yourself if you hurt yourself!" John exclaimed from the doorway making the women jump and Christine wince.
"Its an ice block to help her!" Stevie stated glaring.
"Just leave her be!" John snapped, walking over and gently grabbing Christine's arm, making her pull out the ice block "This is fucking stupid and the ice block has hurt her, she is bleeding again now, why don't you just let her sleep, I am taking her with me!" John snapped, throwing the ice block on the bed and picking up Christine.
"John!" She snapped, half dazed from surprise.
"Hey, you cant just take her!" Stevie yelled, leaping out of the bed.
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Northern Stars Are Flaming
RomanceStevie Nick and Christine McVie (Perfect) funny, romantic, smutty, kinky, BDSM