Tonight was the night. After getting everyone together and weeks of rehearsals, we were ready. I arrived last, my husband had been the first to arrive as I was tying up some loose ends at home. Our daughter Alannah had just flown in from Phoenix with her four year old twins boys, Daniel and Matthew. I was up half the night making sure their rooms were made up and ready for each of them.

The second I arrived, Lindsey, John and Christine greeted me warmly. Smiling, I kissed them all on the cheeks and looked around to see where my very tall and very handsome husband might be. Surely he couldn't be missed as he stood head and shoulders above most crowds.

"He's hanging out with the roadies, telling stories, no doubt." Christine said, seeing my eyes darting all over the room.

"Thank you"

"Nice to see you, Steph. For a minute, I thought you changed your mind." Lindsey said.

"Never." I said with a feline smirk. "Besides, you would have heard all about it from Mr Big Mouth. He would have thrown a colossal fit!"

"I know that's right" John said with a jovial chuckle.

"Crisis averted" I joked. "I'm going to let him know I'm here."

"No need" I turned around, smiling. "I saw a crowd forming and knew the missus must be here." He bent down and I kissed his lips, a hand at the side of his face.

"Hush" I said as I pulled away.

"How are you doing, my love?"

"Fabulous now that Alannah and the boys are settled."

"Mick, we have to go over a few more things" someone said and my husband rolled his eyes.

"Duty calls"

"I have to get ready anyway." I'm disappointed that we don't have more time together but I know we will have so much fun on stage and be able to spend some time with our babies at home later.

"I'll stop by when I've got it sorted, alright?"

"Alright" He leaned down and kissed me one last time before turning to leave.

With my hair in rollers and my bag thrown over my shoulder, I headed toward my dressing room. After what felt like a few minutes into dressing, there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute" I called, unrolling my hair but the person on the other side didn't wait. "Gimme a m--" The door shut and locked both of us inside the room.

"Hey"

"Mick...baby, I thought you said you were..."

"Sod it" His lips crashed into mine as he pushed me into the wall. The fingers of one large hand tangled in my long blonde hair while the other, lifted my thigh to his hip.

"Careful, I'm a feeble old woman now" I joked and he smirked.

"Sure didn't seem like one last night...or this morning, for that matter" I stroked the side of his face, fingers combing through his snow white hair. I felt his arousal pressed into me and I sighed, teasing him. He groped my backside, smoothing my thigh as we made out like horny teenagers rather than aging rockstars. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants and I tried to resist, moving his hands away. "Come on, baby" he whispered, kissing my neck and chest. He knew he had started a fire within me and I couldn't walk away until it was put out. I moaned, hearing the smack of his lips on my skin. His body pressed into mine, I nodded.

"Okay" I whispered. His eyes lit up as he released my leg and made his way down, taking my pants and underwear off. I kicked them off and he rose to unbutton my blouse.

"No bra? Naughty girl." He kissed and licked my already erect nipple, massaging the other breast with his hand.

"Mmmm" I moaned, his hand dropping to my waist. He planted kisses down my chest and stomach, ending up on his knees. "Please..."

"More?" I nodded, my eyes smokey with lust. He spread my thighs and kissed between them, his tongue slipping between my folds. My eyes grew wide with anticipation, watching as he hovered over my sensitive area. He pressed his tongue into me again and I moaned. He lifted my leg, groaning as he continued to work me up. I tried to keep myself quiet but small squeaks or gasps escaped my lips without my consent. He pushed my hips to the wall, kisses dusting over my stomach and up my chest once more. He knew I was close by the look in his eyes, he was torturing me. He pressed his lips to mine so I could taste myself on him. "Mmmm" I moaned once more.

"Turn around" I nodded, obeying what he said. He smoothed my backside, readying himself for me. I heard his trousers unzip and I was so close, every sound, every touch was almost too much. I bent forward, hands planted firmly on the wall behind me as he pressed himself into me. He groaned loudly. "Jesus Christ, how do you get better and better with age?" he asked, my walls clenching as I came from this simple action.

"Mr Fleetwood, you yourself should know what they say about women and wine."

He laughed, slamming into me harder and I gasped in ecstasy as he built me up for a second time. He smoothed my back with both hands, gathering my softly curled hair into one of his hands. He wrapped it around his wrist and tugged lightly, my head falling back. He kissed my lips hard. "Mmm, that I do, Mrs Fleetwood." He pulled out almost completely before forcing himself back in again, I screamed and he held tightly to my hips, hitting all the spots he knew to be almost secret. Spots only I could hit when I was alone.

"How did you...?" I asked breathlessly, my cheeks flushing.

"I watched you a couple days ago, when I came home early and surprised you with lunch." he whispered. "Don't be shy. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." His hand smoothed over my pubic mound and he brushed against my clit. My body twitched involuntarily and he knew I was getting close again. "Touch yourself" I looked over my shoulder at him and he kissed me. I moved his hand away and moved my fingers in small circles. He watched for a moment, stilling his movements.

"Mmm...yes..." I moaned to myself. I found a rhythm and I heard my husband groan. He began to move again, newly motivated by watching me, and as he drew closer and closer to the edge, my sounds became louder, and erratic, almost pornographic.

"Stephanie..." he said. "I want to see you." I dropped my hand and he withdrew. I turned to meet him face to face and he pressed back inside of me, gasping as I felt my release instantly. I whimpered, kissing him hard, my fingers tearing the elastic from his ponytail. I needed touch, even more connection. He smiled, continuing to kiss and touch the body he had known for decades. In his eyes, I never changed and in mine, neither did he. We looked at each other in a familiar way, but it never got old. He pressed me into the wall hard, as both my feet came off the floor and wrapped around his waist. "Oh...my love" He kissed my throat as he came, nipping at the soft skin there. "You're better than any drug I've ever tried" he said and giggled.

"I suppose that's saying something?"

"Hush before you get in trouble."

"If punishment is anything like this, you know I'm not going to stop." A knock on the door signaled that we were out of time.

"When we get home, you're all mine but you have to be quiet." he said, re-dressing himself as I did the same. "Scratch that, I know you can't be quiet"

"Shut up" I playfully scolded and he lifted his hands in defense.

I looked in the mirror and quickly fixed my make up and retwisted some curls wth my fingers. I walked out of the room first and Mick followed, all to have the eyes of our band mates on us. "Oh so you're the urgent business Mick had to attend to?" John asked, his accent lilting.

Lindsey eyed us. "Aren't you two a little old to be knockin' boots like that?"

"I can't speak for you, mate, but we definitely aren't." Mick wrapped his arm around me and I covered my face, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Can we just get this show on the road?" I asked weakly.

"Sure, as long as you're not making out in the back seat" Christine said with a laugh, unable to stop herself from joining in.

"And this is why I went solo!" I walked off toward the wings, not making eye contact with anyone as I checked my lipstick in Karen's compact mirror.