Warning: sexual activities

Lindsey, Stevie and the kids were all going over to one of their properties. They had decided to rent it out and were very excited about their newest endeavor. Stevie was dressed very casually in shorts and a worn Nirvana t-shirt with flip flops. She wore braided ankle bracelets made by Callie and her finger nails were all sorts of wild colors, also courtesy of her daughter. Her hair was piled up in a bun with her bangs clipped back out of her way. Lindsey and the kids dressed very much the same way, needing to be comfortable as they worked. Lindsey carried the buckets of paint inside and each other the kids took bags of supplies- tape, brushes, rollers and paint trays.

"Baby, will you grab a medium brush? I'm going to cut in" Stevie says, sitting on the floor and pouring white paint into a large tray.

"You're so technical" he teased, retrieving a brush from one of the many bags laying all over plastic covered the floor.

"It's kind of my job."

"My little artist" he says, kissing her and lingering a little longer than appropriate. He pulled back and she gave him a warm smile.

"I love you"

"I love you too" he said. The kids were in charge of the roller work and Lindsey would be doing the trim. With all the tasks delegated, they went to work. As the day wore on, Callie and Dylan proved to be of very little help. "Can you guys start painting the walls instead of each other?"

"He started it!" Callie said, pointing to her brother.

"That's not true, dad!"

"I've been watching you both the whole time and you both had the same idea. You're twins but you don't have to work with one brain between the two of you"

"Hey!" They said in unison, furrowing their brows.

Lindsey stifled a chuckle. "How about we take you to nana and papa's and you can swim for the rest of the afternoon. Your mother and I will come back and finish the work."

"Yes!" The kids were excited, practically running back out to the car.

"At least we will get some alone time" Stevie said, giving him an undeniably sexy look.

"Steph, don't tease me."

"Who said I was teasing? Work then play." They locked up the little white house and Stevie hopped in the driver's seat, dropping the children off. Her parents' home was always open to them and they delighted in seeing their grandchildren. Her mother welcomed them in and Lindsey gave them a run down on what's going on and when they'd be back.

"It's really no problem. We love having them here" Barbara said.

"As you can tell, they worked very hard today" he said, rolling his eyes and Stevie's mother chuckled softly.

"Oh, I can imagine."

"Thank you again."

"You're welcome. I hope you make some progress"

"I'm sure we will. We would like to at least finish the living room completely."

"Huge undertaking but I know you can do it. Bye bye" she said with a wave.

"Bye" The couple hops back into the car and get back to work. They're much more productive without the children there, each working on their own little jobs. He looks up a few times to watch her painting slow strokes with her brush, a serene expression on her face. It doesn't go unnoticed by Stevie and she smiles to herself. Once she's finished with around the doorways and trim, she puts together the telescopic wand, using the roller to apply a fresh coat of white paint onto the walls. Lindsey gets up to help, once again giving her a glance here and there.

"Am I interesting or something?" She asks, not looking at him as she spoke. She continued to paint.

"You're always interesting." She scoffs a little. "I was actually just thinking how beautiful you look right now"

"I look like a mess. I'm sweating and my hair is frizzy. I'm wearing an old tee shirt and cut off shorts...there is nothing beautiful about me right now"

"I am astounded by your beauty" he says and she stops.

"Thank you, Lindsey. You're so sweet" He leaves it at that, simply smiling at her.

The radio is on, and he watches her bounce to the beat of each song that comes on, humming occasionally. Suddenly, she turns to him and wipes a streak of white paint down the bridge of his nose with her index finger, feeling playful. She giggles at his expression, thinking he looks awfully cute. "Don't start, Stephanie" he warns, but he has a huge smile on his face.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, her voice sweet and breathy.

"That voice. You know it drives me wild"

"Does it?" He looks at her and she wipes paint across his cheek.

"It's on now!" He says, painting a long streak down her arm with a paint brush.

"Hey!" She says. "No fair!"

"It's totally fair" he says, putting a spot of paint on her nose. She feels the wet, sticky texture and she smirks.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks.

Soon they're in an all out paint war, dipping their fingers into the tray and wiping it on each other, laughing so hard.

Came in like the breeze,
I felt it in my knees
Never will it leave
Each day it is retrieved

Seems like yesterday
Your eyes craved this way
Into my soul you stared
And bored down every fear

He yanked the hair tie from her wavy locks with paint covered fingers and she squealed. "Not my hair, Linds!" She says giggling. "Not my hair!" They drop their tools and lock eyes, simultaneously launching themselves at each other, lips smashing together. He pushes things out of the way to get on the floor, yanking off his shirt and undoing his pants. She watches him for a moment, sitting on the floor to take off her own shirt. He dives onto her, kissing her neck.

We built our own house, own house
With the hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it'll never fall apart

We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it'll never fall apart
Will never fall apart
Will never fall apart
With our hands over our hearts
Will never fall apart

The music is loud, their kissing becoming more frenzied as he fumbles with her shorts. "Take them off" he says, pulling apart briefly.

"Baby, you're shaking" she says, touching his arm.

"I have been waiting all day for you" He kisses her hard, and she deepens it, all while trying to remove her shorts. The energy is urgent and wanting, they both feel it.

Wake up to the sun
Clouds always come undone
You give the light I need
Like water to a seed

Wading in until
One to talk to be real
And prove me wrong it seems
A heart can truly gleam

He quickly frees them both from the remainder of their clothes and he enters her. They both gasp at the sensations, their touches losing any gentleness they may have had. He pins her wrists above her head, watching her expression change with his pace.

We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it'll never fall apart

We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it'll never fall apart
Will never fall apart
Will never fall apart
With the hands over our hearts
Will never fall apart

"God, you're sexy" he tells her, slamming into her.

"Aahhhhh" she moaned.

"Flip over"

Take it all, take it away
We'll still have the sun dying
And the love that is beating
'Till our lungs stop breathing

Take it all, take it away
We'll still have our riches,
No need for stitches
'Cause love melts the pain

He gets off of her briefly and she rolls onto her front, raising up onto her elbows. He presses himself into her from behind. The electricity of his touch surprises her and she moans loudly. His strokes become deep and forceful again, groaning as they both rise to crescendo.

Take it all, take it away
Take it all, take it away
Take it all, take it away
Take it all, take it away
Take it all!

He touches her neck and she gets up on her knees, turning her head so he can lean down and kiss her lips. His hands explore her thighs, bum and hips, gripping onto her tightly. He feels her clench, fluid dripping down her legs.

"Jesus!" he exclaims, climaxing deep within her. His release is holy and he kisses her back and shoulders, holding onto her tightly. "My God" he says, out of breath.

"I love you" she says, allowing Lindsey to withdraw from her.

"I love you more"

"Impossible" she says. They lay on the floor, side by side, giggling at the crinkling of the plastic beneath them. "They're going to expect us back soon. It's getting dark"

"I know" he says, "Give me a minute and we can go get the kids" She gives him a little kiss, then gathers her scattered clothes. She buttons her shorts and he watches her clasp her bra and toss her tee shirt back on. She slides her flip flop on and waits for Lindsey to finish getting dressed. She pulls her messy hair into a bun again and turns to face Lindsey.

"How do I look baby?" She does a little twirl and he wolf whistles at her.

"Sexy as hell"

"Do I look normal? Like we haven't just finished fucking on the floor?"

He chuckles. "No, you look fine"

"Thanks." He is finally finished and she kisses him, turning to leave. He follows closely behind, smiling as he stared at her ass. He didn't notice before but there on the back of her shorts is a giant white hand print. Should I tell her? He feels pretty proud of himself, looking at the evidence of their lovemaking. "What?" She asks, noticing he has hung back pretty far. "Is something wrong?"

Should I tell her?, he thinks again. Nah! "No angel, everything is perfect" he says, smiling.

"Awesome" She smiles back at him, getting back into the car.

We built our own house, own house
With our hands over our hearts
And we swore on that day
That it'll never fall apart
Will never fall apart
Will never fall apart
With our hands over our hearts
Will never fall apart