Down All Your Darkest Roads

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: Explicit

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With tensions mounting between Lindsey, Mick and Stevie, Christine felt the pressure to keep their album's success on track. Little Lies was slated as Fleetwood Mac's next release and Mick scheduled a video shoot to take place on Christine's birthday. The gesture would have been lovely, if it weren't for Mick's constant nagging about 'putting her best foot forward' to promote what was predicted to be Tango's biggest hit.

"Now I really want you to emphasise Little Lies during the interview," He reminded her the night before her appearance with John on The Today Show. "Do you get that, Chris? Really go in depth about how it's different to anything you've produced before and-"

"I KNOW, MICK!" She yelled.

Stevie, meanwhile, was trying to stay motivated to write material for her next album. When she felt inspired, she stayed up all night to create work that was beautiful and prolific. But more often than not, Christine would wake to find the living room floor strewn with ripped up notebook paper and a disgruntled Stevie lying on the sofa close to tears.

"I'm a piece of fucking shit, Christine." She complained one morning while Christine retrieved her abandoned work from the waste paper basket. "My brain's not working properly and I can't write anything worth a dime. My career is over."

"It isn't, gorgeous. Why don't you continue working on this after you've rested?" She smoothed out the music sheet and handed it to her.

Stevie snatched the paper, balled it up and pelted it against the wall. "I TOLD YOU I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT!"

"That's fine, Stevie." Christine replied calmly, leaving the room to let her simmer in peace.

Stevie's explosive moods weren't unusual and Christine quickly learned the best way to deal with them was to leave her alone. At her very core Stevie was an independent free spirit who hated feeling smothered or being told what to do. So as frustrating as it was, Christine could only support her as much as she was allowed to and hope it was enough.

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On the morning of her birthday Christine woke to the sensation of Stevie's breasts grazing her face.

"Mmm, happy birthday to me." Christine murmured, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking on it lazily.

She heard Stevie giggle and she bit the nipple playfully, running her hands down her smooth back.

Stevie slid back down so they were at eye level and kissed her softly on the lips. "Happy birthday, my beautiful girl. Let me take care of you."

Christine grinned and allowed Stevie to remove her oversized t-shirt and underwear. She ran her hand down Christine's naked body, her thumb circling her stiffening nipple before moving further south to tease her slick folds. She lightly slid her finger along Christine's slit before bringing it to her lips, gazing at her while she sucked the tip erotically.

"You taste so good, Christine."

Christine sat up and captured Stevie in a heated kiss, her hands grasping her hips as she tried to encourage Stevie to move her centre against her thigh. Stevie laughed breathily and rocked against her slowly before moving away to produce their vibrator from the bedside table.

Christine bit her lip as she watched Stevie turn it on and straddle her thigh again. She kissed her sensually, moving the toy across Christine's breasts and down the smooth skin of her stomach until she reached her aching bundle of nerves.