The following month Stevie and Lindsey spent recording demos, mostly of her songs, because he wasn't very confident in his writing skills. She loved everything he had written, almost begging him to share it with her, but he was very protective of his lyrics and kept telling her that he would let her listen when the time was right. Although, he recorded something of his own as well. He was playing his acoustic guitar, not paying any attention to the world around him, he played the same thing over and over again until he saw Stevie in the doorway of his room and stopped. That's beautiful, she said, what's it called? He shrugged, he didn't have a name for it yet. I want to call it after something beautiful, was his answer. Call it Stephanie, she suggested laughing and joining him to sit on the floor. And so he did.
Three months passed since the first day they met and one of those they spent as a couple. Stevie thought Lindsey was like any other teenage boy, what else would he want from her besides to drag her into bed, toy a little and then leave. But she was somewhat surprised at the lack of physical contact between them. He would tell her he loved her a hundred times a day, he would kiss her and hold her close, but that was about it. The only time he touched her elsewhere was when his hand accidentally brushed her behind.
They were lying in Lindsey's bed, in his room, her head on his chest and his arm around her back. Nobody else was in the house. Comfortable silence was surrounding them and Stevie thought it would be the right moment to do something other rather than just lie together. She rolled onto her stomach and looked down on him, his finger tips were barely making contact with her lower back. She closed the gap between their lips. It didn't take a lot to gain entrance, she slipped her hand inside his shirt using the advantage of a few buttons being undone. Their kissing grew more passionate and once they broke apart for some air, she straddled his waist and leant down to claim his lips again. She couldn't lose herself and enjoy it completely, because it's all what it was, kissing.
She kissed her way to his ear and whispered. "Touch me..."
It didn't make a big difference as she soon realized and got off of him and sat on the bed cross legged. "What's your deal, Lindsey?"
"What do you mean?" He lifted himself up on his elbows.
"Am I pushing this? Are we in different stages of this relationship?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Well, tell me what is it then? Maybe you don't mean when you say you love me?"
"Of course I do and I want to be with you and I want to be with you this way too, but..."
"But what? I'm tired of playing guessing games with you."
"I haven't been with a girl before."
"You're joking?"
"See? This is why I didn't say anything. I knew you'd find me to be a loser."
"A loser? What the hell, Lindsey?! No! That is not what I think at all." She returned to her previous spot by his side. "I just find it strange. You're such a wonderful guy, you know how to treat a girl, you're so talented and you're like... so hot."
"You're just mocking me now!" He laughed along with her.
"Not at all, you're by far the hottest guy I could ever dream of being with. I'm honoured to call myself the girlfriend of Lindsey Buckingham."
"So, you don't think I'm a failure?"
"That is not something I judge people on, trust me. And besides... I kind of like the thought of being your first, I'm determined to show you that you will never need anyone else but me." She traced his chest with her fingernail, then brought her hand to caress his face. She lifted herself off the mattress and leaned to kiss him, his arms going around her, deepening the kiss.
She stopped and took her time to look into his eyes. "You sure about this?"
"Never been this sure about anything in my life."
She lowered her lips to his again. He switched their positions, lying on top of her. It's nice to feel the pressure of his body, she thought. They took their time exploaring each other, with a lot of guidance from her, he touched her in all the right places that made her want him even more than she had before.
Once the barriers of clothes were no more, she looked up at him lovingly. "Make love to me, Lindsey..." He stared at her for a long moment, she would have loved to know what was going on in his head. Nothing bad, she guessed, as he kissed her. She was even a little proud of how comfortable and confident she made him feel in such a short time, his lips kissing down her neck to her chest then following the same path back up.
She could see he wasn't sure of what to do next exactly. "Do what feels good, baby..."
She gave him a little nod and he slowly, but forcefully pushed himself in and she arched her back, from pleasure and a little bit of pain. He made sure if she was ok before continuing his movements. She wasn't going to ask him to do what she liked and wanted, this was about him. She was completely obedient to him. She wrapped her legs around his back to go faster and he did for a moment, then almost stopped, she took the note and flipped him onto his back. His hands settled on her hips as she started building up a rhythm that caused them both to moan. She felt his hands gripping her sides tightly and understood it as a sign he was close. Reminding herself it was entirely about him, she did everything to bring him over the edge. She felt great satisfaction by the fact his breathing was rigged and he was unable to speak for quite some time.
"Well? How was I?" She giggled, using his biceps for a pillow.
"Best I've ever had, I can tell you that much."
"Good enough."
"I love you, Steves, I hope you know that." He pressed a kiss to her hair.
"Love you too, Lindsey." And she did, she fell for him hard and there was no turning back now.
