Not the One

Part 6

"You're not planning on letting me go, are you?" Stevie asked, when Dave's arm slid around her waist as they headed for the elevator. 

"Nope." He shook his head. "I have to make sure that everybody knows you're mine."

Whenever Lindsey said it, it sounded possessive, like he actually owned her, but the same words leaving Dave's mouth felt sincere and sweet. Stevie shook herself mentally, she had to stop with those comparisons.

The show was an exceptional one that night, especially on Lindsey's part. He played with reignited fire, he used every single opportunity he got to somehow interact with Stevie, which caused her to raise her eyebrow at him more than once. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy their little moments on stage, it simply felt like he was showing off.

Right now, the two were headed to the hotel's restaurant to meet up with everyone else. Stepping into the elevator, Stevie reached to press the button and the doors began to close, when a voice made Dave hold it. 

"Linds-ey." Stevie added, she didn't want to use pet names. 

"Steph-vie." Lindsey nodded his head once, cursing himself. He had to have sounded like an idiot. If only he had left his room a minute later... "You must be Dave."

"Yeah, hi." Dave grinned, holding his hand out.

Lindsey greeted him, gripping his hand a tad too tightly. "Nice to meet you." His eyes were focused on the other man the best he could from the way Lindsey was standing. He wanted to free Stevie from Dave and pull her under his arm himself.

As soon as the elevator stopped, Lindsey walked out first and he was a few steps ahead already, when Stevie and Dave stepped out as well. 

"Are you guys not friendly, when you're off stage?" Dave asked, the short interaction appeared odd on his eyes. 

"Ah, we are." Friendly is an understatement, Steve thought. "He's just tired after the show." And also insanely jealous.

"Between you and me, I've always thought he was an asshole." Dave spoke quietly into Stevie's hair. She couldn't disagree, but she still loved him with all of her heart, asshole or not.

Soon, the Fleetwood Mac five plus Dave were seated at a table, away from the main entrance in an attempt to achieve some privacy. The seating arrangement couldn't have been worse, Stevie found herself sandwiched in between Lindsey and Dave on either side. After a quick round of introductions, they placed their orders for food and drinks, then the attention was naturally directed at Dave.

Thankfully, Dave was a people person and he didn't mind being questioned by Mick and Christine mostly, even though he'd met Mick on multiple occasions already. John was quietly sipping on his gin and tonic, observing his surroundings. Lindsey silently sulked. 

"Plans for the future?" Dave repeated someone's question, which caught Stevie's attention. "Huh, well..." He wasn't sure what to really say as he placed his hand on her thigh under the table.

Stevie nearly choked on her drink, when she felt the warmth of Lindsey's palm on her other leg. The smart thing to do would have been to push him away, but she parted her legs a bit wider, so the two men wouldn't touch each other, instead. She would have found the situation quite hilarious if it had happened to somebody else.

"We've talked about moving in together." Dave continued, his eyes on Christine, so Stevie guessed, she was the one, who had asked. "I mean, we're basically living together as it is, except that I drive back and forth for a change of clothes and such." He laughed lightly, glancing at Stevie as a smile crossed his lips. 

Stevie's lips were tightly sealed, however, when she felt Lindsey's fingers sneaking up her thigh under her skirt. She couldn't believe she was allowing this, but it also excited her greatly and she couldn't find the strength in her to make him stop. 

"How long have you two been together now?" Christine asked, having Dave's full attention.

Stevie leaned slightly forward to shield whatever was happening under the table with her body. She moved her leg, the one closer to Lindsey, opening herself even more for him and did her best to suppress a moan, when his hand reached the material of her lingerie, she'd put on for Dave. For a second, Stevie wondered if nobody truly had a clue or she and Lindsey were that lost in the moment to notice. Thankfully, Dave's hand was no longer on her as he reached for a glass of water.

Stevie closed her eyes, trying to keep her focus not to make a sound. The circles Lindsey's fingers were moving in were slow, he wasn't that careless. He was grateful for the close, intimate seating. He made sure that everyone else was occupied among themselves, when he shifted his gaze over to Stevie, seeing her breathing heavily, her teeth were gritted and with each time she closed her eyes, they remained shut for longer than before. He wished he could have slipped his hand in her panties, but that was too dangerous, however, he could still feel, how aroused she was. 

And just like that, Lindsey withdrew his hand. He rubbed his nose as if something had tickled the end of it and he smirked, when she narrowed her eyes at him. She would never admit it out loud, but what he'd just done was such a turn on.

The rest of dinner went by uneventful, compared to how it had started. John was ready to call it a night as soon as he'd finished eating, so Stevie and Dave excused themselves as well, because they needed some time alone.

Once they were in the privacy of Stevie's room, Dave wasted no time undressing her. She might have tried and slowed him down, but since she was extremely sexually frustrated, she went along with it, tearing at the buttons of his shirt herself. One of the perks of dating a man nearly half her age was his stamina. She didn't have a single complaint regarding their sex life. 

And still, when he pushed her gently onto the mattress and she spread her legs for him to lie down in between them, she caught her tongue press against the roof of her mouth, when it started forming the letter 'L'. Thankful she did so, Stevie decided it was better to keep her mouth shut altogether.