I Can't Stop (Part 2)

Part 9

Closing his book, Lindsey placed it on the nightstand. It felt like he hadn't seen Stevie for hours. She was probably just busy in the kitchen, making dinner, but even if so, she'd pop in to check on him or have a quick chat anyway. 

At the risk of making Stevie mad, Lindsey got out of bed with the help of his crutches, which he absolutely hated, but he also couldn't move around without them. Lindsey slightly creased his eyebrows, hearing music quietly playing in the living room. Was it... it was the Buckingham Nicks record. Maybe it was a bad idea. Stevie was probably having a sentimental moment alone and the last thing he should be doing was disturbing her privacy.

Curiosity got the better of Lindsey. He found himself standing in the living room alone. He was surrounded by candles and a stick of incense was burning, creating a very pleasant atmosphere. He got startled, when Stevie's voice reached his ears.

"Such a naughty man you are, Lindsey." Stevie said, leaning against the doorway.

Turning around, Lindsey took one glance at her and his lips parted, but he couldn't say anything coherent. She had rendered him completely speechless. 

"Do you have p-plans?" Lindsey mumbled out at last.

"Not really." Stevie shook her head, casually shrugging her shoulders. "Why do you ask?" She cocked her head to one side, running her hand from her ribs down to her hip. "Oh, you mean this?" Lindsey could only nod, gulping. "Well..." She sashayed over to him. Placing her hands on his shoulder, she leaned in closer. "It's your birthday, I wanted to look nice for you." Stevie pressed her lips to his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. "Happy birthday, Linds. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"

"N-no." Lindsey stuttered. 

Stevie was the last woman Lindsey had been with and that was during Fleetwood Mac's tour, which had ended quite some time ago. It was likely, he would have been aroused by anyone wearing the same attire, but it was a whole different thing, seeing her in a red, silk nightie, which stopped well above her knees, with a matching robe over it, the sash loosely tied in the front. She had curled her hair, she knew he loved it, it reminded him of her younger self. The makeup was light, but her lips were cherry red, the color resembling her nails. Lindsey was sure, he was going to pass out, inhaling the scent of her perfume. What made it all so much more special was that Lindsey knew, Stevie would never do this just for anyone. She had always had body image issues, which he thought was silly, and she only seemed the least self-conscious around him.

"Can I get you a drink, while I'm finishing dinner?" Stevie asked, her big, brown, innocent eyes on his. "Or-"

Lindsey didn't allow her to finish her sentence. It wasn't easy, but he hoped he could keep his balance as he let his crutches fall and pulled Stevie into his arms instead. Stevie's whole game fell apart as soon as their lips touched. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in closer, deepening the kiss.

She didn't plan on giving in so quickly, but she was also unable to resist him.