Warning: sexual activities

Stevie puts her book down on the deck, slips off her robe, and lays down on the lounger near the pool in her two piece swimsuit. She didn't usually lay out but she is more than willing to go outside and leave Lindsey to his own devices inside. The home studio was a wreck when she had passed by, looking in through a crack in the door. He was throwing things and yelling and it was best she just left him alone. She closes her eyes for a moment and tries to focus on the beautiful silence around her. She smiles to herself, the sun warming her skin. She reaches down beside her and grabs her book to read. She flips through the pages, finding the page she had dog-eared, having misplaced her most favorite bookmark. She smoothes the page, getting back to the story in which she was so deeply entrenched lately. Her eyes scan the page, reading each passionate word. She turns the page, frowning. The light has gone and there stands Lindsey, glowering down at her.

"Yes?" she asks, turning the page once more.

"I have people coming." he tells her.

"Okay. I hope it's a distraction from the utter chaos of your studio"

"Don't start" he says. "Get upstairs and put some clothes on."

"No thank you, I'm quite content right here. Now if you'd please excuse me--"

"Stevie, I'm not playing with you" he says in a firm tone.

"I didn't think you were, Lindsey." She turns the page again and Lindsey clenches his fist.

"Stephanie"

"What?" she asks, irritation evident in her voice. She slams her book down beside her on the lounger.

"By the time they get here, you better be dressed"

"Yes, sir" she says and he gives her a quick nod, storming back inside the house and slamming the sliding glass door. She chuckles to herself, no intention to get up at all. This is her time and she will not have it interrupted by one of her husband's silly tantrums.

The sun is high when she grabs her sunscreen, applying another coat to her arms, chest and stomach. She puts the bottle down, smoothing it over the areas quite liberally. She reaches for the bottle again, putting a dollop in her hands, rubbing slow deliberate circles over her calves and thighs. She hears a man clear his threat and as she turns around, there are five men including her husband staring at her.

"Stevie" Lindsey says and she smirks at him.

"Thank you for the introduction" she says. She boldly walks right up to each of the men and shakes their hands. "I'm Stevie Nicks"

"We know who you are" one man tells her, blatantly looking her up and down. Lindsey jaw sets and he gives her a dirty look.

"Well, I am very pleased to meet you nonetheless" Stevie gives the older man a flirtatious smile. "Make yourselves at home."

"I'm sure they will" Lindsey says through gritted teeth. "May I speak with you in private, darling?"

"Of course, dear" Lindsey grabs her by the arm and leads her toward the outdoor bar and grilling area. Freshly built to his specifications, this gave them another space for entertaining. Parties were frequent and the house had to function well for many different types of events.

"I told you to get dressed. Why are you prancing around naked in front of record executives?"

"I'm not naked, I'm in a swimsuit. You only just told me that you were having people over, no notice at all."

"You had plenty of time."

"I don't want to do everything you tell me to. I have my own brain. I'm an adult. I am your wife, not your property."

"Don't embarrass me."

"I won't. I will leave you alone. I'm going back to my book and getting a little more sun before it sets."

"Clothes, Stevie." Lindsey whispers fiercely but she just walks away, blowing him a kiss. His fist clenched again but he tried to calm down as he went to entertain his guest.

Stevie lay on the lounger again and continued to read. She felt the men's eyes wander and though it would usually make her uncomfortable, she relished the attention, much to Lindsey's dismay. She glanced at him often, knowing he too was staring and was none to happy with her. When she felt as if she had enough, she slowly got up, bent down to grab her sunscreen and her book and walked through the little soirée into the house. She took a quick body shower, careful not to get her hair wet, applied lotion, a little makeup and chose an outfit, complete with shoes and jewelry. When she was finished, she took her place at the bar, making drink after drink for her husband and his guests, butting into every topic that arose. Still, Lindsey glared and she came to his side, snuggling into him in mock-apology. He kissed her cheek, a hand going to her hair. He gripped a handful and tugged a little too harshly. She hissed, concealing her discomfort with a smile as she sipped her wine. He smiled down at her, a subtle challenge, as if to put her in her place. He knew better, of course, knowing she could easily outdo him. That, perhaps, was the most frightening part.

As the get-together was breaking up, Lindsey led them out to the garage where his many cars were parked. They oohed and ahhed over them, each of them noticing that he seemed to take more pride in his vehicles than in his own wife. He praised the engine, the body and the very creator or designer of each one. He walked around with a dust cloth, buffing away fingerprints or invisible, imagined dirt. He loved those cars, spending a lot of time going out to look for new ones. Many were classic or vintage, each having been restored to their former glory, looking better now than when they had first rolled off the lot all those years ago. He looked up at Stevie as she stood at a distance, saying something to the men and they laughed. He was really in his element here among his beauties, and on stage among his admirers.

Seeing the men off at the end of the night was quite the show. She flirted with them, kissing them all on the cheeks and giving them hugs, her body pressed to theirs. Lindsey gave her a filthy look once more and she laughed, kissing them all again. They got into their cars and she waved, standing in the drive, clinging to Lindsey like a blooming rose to a trellis. She took his hand and brought them both into the house. The moment the door shut, the passion began. He kissed her hard on the mouth, nipping her jawline as he moved to her neck and chest. He tore open her jacket, luckily ripping through the thin blouse that lay beneath. He cupped her breasts inside her bra, marveling at the perfect mounds in his hands. He tugged at the zipper on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He reached a hand between them to notice she wore no panties. He nipped at her in both anger and approval. Was it for him or for his guests?

"No fair" she rasped. "Take yours off too" He obeyed, stripping his clothes off much to her delight. He saw her eyes light up, feasting upon his image like a hungry predator. He smirked, attacking her mouth once more, parting her thighs and slipping a finger inside her. She was wet and eager, her kisses growing deeper and sloppier as he stroked her. She moaned into his mouth, his arousal building against her. "I'm sorry I pissed you off"

"You're beautiful. I'm jealous."

"I'm yours, always."

"Good" he told her. He lifted her up and took her into the kitchen, placing her down on the counter.

"Here?" she asked and he shushed her, kissing her and he began to stroke her once more. She sighed, leaning back on her hands.

"You look incredible right now" he told her softly. A once familiar tenderness was in his voice and she opened her eyes.

"Thank you" she replied. He slid her to the edge of the countertop, positioning her just so. He entered her in one swift motion and they both groaned loudly. "We always fit so perfectly"

"Soulmates." he said and she nodded, kissing his neck and chest.

"Do you really believe that?"

"Of course"

"We fight all the time" she argued.

"Shhh, not now" he said, finding his rhythm again.

"When?"

"Stephanie" he said. "I love you. Please, not now." She nodded once more. She looked into his eyes and saw the anger drain away. They became pure and blue as a summer's day and she relaxed in his arms. They made love for the first time in what felt like years. There was no roughness, no disconnection or the avoidance of eye contact. They climaxed together, kissing deeply and passionately as they came down from their high. He helped her down from the counter and continued up the stairs and in his room. The room looked like a storm had blown through as they sat cross legged on the bed after, staying up talking for most of the night. He grabbed them each a glass of liquor from downstairs as the crystal decanters in his office had become mysteriously broken a couple of weeks before. They laughed and kissed and enjoyed each other like they had in their youth. They fell asleep tangled up in each other, bedsheets twisted.

When the morning sun shone through the large windows, it had all been forgotten. He woke up angry, and she flew out of the room, her long silk robe swishing behind her as he ordered her to start breakfast. He shouted his requests down the stairs, heading off to shower. In a fit of rage, she took the carton of eggs from the refrigerator and went out to the garage. She chucked one after the other on the hoods of his beautiful cars, throwing away the styrofoam container in their outside trash bin. She went back inside and began her day just as Lindsey had, as if nothing had ever happened.

A/N: I'm so sorry for any horrible and glaring errors. I'm also sorry for the delay in work. I hope to work on the Storms wedding tomorrow.