Warning: sexual activities and such

The next year was spent in the studio, everyone fussing and fighting over a supposedly completed album. Mick was upset over the time it was taking, Lindsey felt his creative vision was being dashed by time constraints, there was more pressure from the label, and Christine and Stevie just wanted to go home. Stevie was becoming miserable, pale and thin and Lindsey would often drag arguments out all day until someone stormed out and they could all go home, but the tension didn't stop there. Though it wasn't aimed at Stevie, she bear the brunt of his anger and upset over the production and final mixes.

Stevie had pushed back her tour continually, not wanting to go. Since talking about leaving with Lindsey when the time came, she would much rather stay in and play with their growing daughter. She missed Arabella's first steps because she was in the studio, and even witnessed her daughter calling the house keeper, Tandy, mama. Stevie had had enough.

Lindsey came through the door a bundle of nerves, late in the evening. Stevie was sitting on the sofa with Arabella in her arms. The little girl had fallen asleep in her mother's lap and Lindsey instantly smiled at the sight of them. He stroked his daughter's curly head and kissed Stevie softly on the lips.

"How were you guys today? I missed you."

"We missed you too. We mostly just played and had snacks along the way. She's a grazer like me, can hardly sit still to finish a meal."

"Is she still eating okay? She seemed to be nervous a few days ago and she wouldn't eat for me."

"She's fine now." Stevie smiled down at her baby. "She's been asking for you again."

"I know. I just want this to be over with."

"Me too."

"Then we can work on having more little monsters and buying a house. As much as I love our condo, Arabella needs a yard and you could have a garden..."

"You miss your studio" Stevie said flatly and he chuckled.

"Okay, you got me. I miss my studio."

"We can look after tour."

"So you're still going?"

"Eventually. This could be a great opportunity to really work on our solo careers away from the band."

"Yeah" he said, unconvinced.

"We will have plenty of time together, all three of us. Plus, we will need some sort of income for all of these babies you want to have."

"You're right"

"I'm going to lay Arabella down in her room. Put on some music, relax a little."

Stevie leaves the room with the baby and Lindsey looks through their record collection. Lots of odd records he didn't even know they had were mixed in with classics and things they listened to all the time, a real departure from the usual order. He spotted tiny finger prints on some of the glossy covers and smiled- Arabella must have gotten into them.

"Explains the mess" he said to himself. He chose an album and put it on the turntable. It was loud so he turned it down, even though he wanted to crank it up. Stevie re-entered the room and watched Lindsey get into the music. He never danced but he would pump his fist in the air or pluck notes on his invisible guitar.

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock 'n' roll

I move like a cat, charge like a ram, sting like a bee
Babe I'm want to be your man

Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy
Your twentieth century toy

She giggled and that caught his attention. "How's the baby, mama?"

"Sleeping soundly. She's tired herself out"

"Playing in the records?"

"Yeah, sorry"

"No, no, it's fine. I was just trying to look for something and all of our miscellaneous pile was now in with the albums we play all the time."

"I'll fix them in the morning."

"Don't worry about it. I just want to spend some time with you." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"So you chose T Rex to be the soundtrack of our night?"

"Why not? Doesn't it remind you of our apartment? We'd have late night dance parties."

"I don't remember you doing any dancing" Stevie said.

"Well, maybe not me but you'd dance around in one of my tee shirts and your little panties...or nothing at all." She blushed wildly as his hands began to tour her body. "We would make love all night, into the morning."

"Oh yes..."

He kissed her neck, pulling the thin strap of her nightie off her shoulder. She allowed him to undress her, simply letting her chemise fall to the floor around her feet. He groaned, adjusting himself in his jeans and she shook her head. She unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his jeans, yanking them down his thighs.

"What are you doing, you little minx?" he asked.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" she replied, sinking down to her knees.

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock 'n' roll

She wrapped her lips around the head of his already hardened cock, teasing him with her tongue. He looked down at her, thanking God for such a heavenly wife. He stroked her hair, practically losing his balance as she worked on him, paying special attention to all the things she knew he liked. She took all of him, looking up at him with big brown eyes to gauge his reaction when she would try something new. He began to weaken in the knees and she wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs, keeping him upright.

But it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy
Your twentieth century boy

"Babe, I'm gonna...Steph...." She scratched lightly over his thighs and gripped him harder as she pushed him over the edge. He moaned loudly, gabbing a handful of her curly hair.

Twentieth century toy
I want to be your boy
Twentieth century boy
I want to be your toy

He motioned for her to stand up and she wiped the corners of her mouth delicately with her finger tips.

"You're so sexy"

"So are you. You needed to relax. I know how difficult this experience has been for you and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you."

"You definitely did. That was...incredible!"

She giggles shyly. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Now I want to do something for you. You have been here to listen to me moan and complain about this stupid album day in and day out, you take care of our beautiful daughter and you're the best wife a man could ask for."

"Oh, Linds..." He kissed her passionately, his hands making their way down her back and cupping her backside. She rose up onto her tiptoes, his tongue slipping into her mouth, deepening their interaction. Suddenly she pulled away and he looked at her.

"Something wrong?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Take me to bed" she told him and in one swift motion, he flung her over his shoulder, carried her off. He carefully, but playfully plopped her onto the bed. She giggled girlishly, breathlessly awaiting his next move. He lowered himself on her, his weight arousing her even more. Her eyes gazed up at him before he was completely out of sight, kissing his way down. He spread her thighs and settled between them, his eyes flicking up only once so he could see the desire written all over her face. He grinned devilishly to himself and began to pleasure her. Her sighs and moans were unbearable to him. He longed to be inside of her and intuitively, she knew this. They were so connected. "Linds..." she whispered, almost pleadingly. "I need you, all of you"

He trailed his tongue up her stomach, between her breasts, finally kissing her lips. She squeezed his sides with her thighs, begging him to continue. He entered her torturously slow, pushing into her and pulling out. She hooked her ankles, locking him deep inside of her and he groaned, her muscles adjusting and tightening around him. "Oh my god!" he moaned. A throaty laugh escaped her and he kissed her again, raising up into a push up position to gain more leverage. He quickened his pace, both of them burning with want for each other. She kissed any part of him she could reach and he brought them both to crescendo. She sounds she made beneath him, the feeling of soft convulsions, at the mercy of her orgasm filled with him such masculine pride. No one could do what he did to her, they both knew it and it was he same for him. They were a perfect match and their lovemaking showed just how meant to be they truly were.

"I love you, Linds" she whispered, now settled into his side.

"I love you too, baby" He kissed her forehead, holding her tightly against him. "It's plain to see you were meant for me"

"You're my toy, my twentieth century boy" she replied and he smiled.

"We should do this more often."

"Yes we should"