Warning: sexual activities
Our time together would be short and we both knew it. My tour was on the horizon, as well as a few other engagements for both of us, solo and with the band. To push it all back would have been preferred but impossible. I had already let my solo work hang and I couldn't possibly do it again.
As soon as we got home, we jumped into finding a house of our own together. It was scary, as we hadn't lived together in years. Could I put up with his mess? Could he put up with me being up at all hours of the night? Could I deal with his constant pot smoking and him being locked away in his studio all the time? I'm still not sure.
Weeks passed and we hired a realtor to help. We gave her a list of what we desired and all the things that would just be the icing on the cake- purely dreams. One evening, when we were having dinner at Lindsey's house, we got a call from her. She thought it was perfect for us and she asked if we could meet tomorrow morning at nine. My eyes widened and I shook my head; I'm not usually up until eleven or noon. Thankfully, he worked his magic and got it pushed back to eleven-thirty. I still had to wake up early, just not as early as before which was fine by me. We tried to make it an early night but it was no use for me. He was sleeping peacefully in his big bed while I was playing with a miniature keyboard and a reel to reel downstairs at two in the morning. There was a tune I just couldn't get out of my head and I let myself run with it, ever at the mercy of my muse whenever she may call to me. Two or three hours later, Lindsey was up for his morning jog, kissing my head as he passed by. I was still playing this same tune. My journal lay open, words pouring from my deepest depths, page after page. I was satisfied enough to finally sleep, and I did, luxuriously, until Lindsey returned and woke me up to shower and change to meet our realtor.
I was working on my hair and makeup, fully dressed by a quarter past eleven and he stood there, trying to gently push me along. He told me coffee was ready downstairs and I kissed his cheek, a wordless thank you for trying to keep me awake. He praised my appearance and I was shocked that I looked mostly human despite my exhaustion. We hurried to the car, only a few minutes late when we had arrived at the coffee shop where we had chosen to meet. I grabbed another coffee and I apologized profusely to her- Emily, before we followed her in Lindsey's flashy car to the house she wanted to show us.
The moment we parked in the drive, I was speechless. It was modern, definitely more Lindsey's taste than my own, but it had a strange beauty to it. Everything was high contrast and Lindsey nodded in immediate approval. It checked many boxes for us. Lots of bedrooms for guests and future children, a large eat-in kitchen, a formal dining and sitting room, a finished and fully functional basement and a large front and back yard. There was a big, beautiful pool and outdoor entertaining opportunities. There was even a space for a home studio to be built for Lindsey and I, as well as a place for me to paint with lots of natural light, and a room to house all of our instruments, as our collection together was vast and varied. My eyes lit up as I looked around, I found very few draw backs, the only major one being the slatted stairs, which I find a little dangerous for children but Lindsey promised we could close them in if it scared me. He seemed more than satisfied, even day dreaming aloud about what each room could look like or be used for. I was happy to see him so enthusiastic!
"What do you think, baby?" he asked me, pulling me into his side and kissing my temple.
"Do you love it?" I asked and he nodded. "Alright, let's do it."
His excitement was contagious, as I found myself matching his energy. We made a formal offer and driving back to his place, he talked my ear off. I gave my input as well, and he spoke about my ideas as if they were his own, equally interested in what I wanted to do. I squeezed his hand, kissing his knuckles and looking deep into his blue-grey eyes.
"I can't believe we're doing this! One step closer to being a family!" he said, drumming happily on the steering wheel to the music on the radio. "You're quiet, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm great, honey. I'm already decorating it in my mind." I said, gesturing wildly and he chuckled.
"So you swear you don't have any reservations?" he asked.
"None. I've waited too long to start a life with you. We're buying a house together and we're engaged"
"Not formally, I suppose but I plan to change that"
"The ring doesn't matter to me"
"But I know how girls are, Steph. You want to show it off. That's half the fun of being engaged- making other girls jealous!"
I gave a wicked laugh and he smiled at me as we pulled into his driveway. "This could be one of the last times we do this. Soon we will have a new route home, a new address, new keys..."
"Come on, Buckingham, you're not getting all sentimental on me, are you?" I asked, teasing him a little.
"I don't know, maybe." He got out of the car and helped me out on my side. We walked to his front door and he held the small of my back. His touch was comforting and soft. Coming through the door, I tugged him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him seductively.
"Afraid to give yourself to me?" I walked backward, the back of my skirted thighs hitting the arm of his sofa and I sat down, crossing my legs.
"Never. In fact, I'm pretty much okay to give myself to you right here."
"Oh really?" I asked, my lips curling into a smile as my arms fall around his neck. We were face to face and the silence was filled by audible, anticipatory breathing.
"Oh yeah. Right now" He kissed me with such passion that it knocked me off the arm of the couch and onto the cushions. We both giggled like school children and he climbed over me cautiously, careful not to hurt me. Something in this action felt primal, predatory and dangerous. My eyes flashed with arousal and his matched mine immediately. He devoured my neck, hiking up my skirt. He pulled my blouse out from the waist of my skirt and tore through the buttons to get to my chest. He whimpered, seeing more fabric in his way- my bra. I couldn't help but giggle, he looked so adorably heartbroken. I kissed him as he pouted, nipping at his bottom lip playfully. "I'm going to get you for that, little mama"
"How?"
"I'll show you" He nipped at sucked at the skin of my neck then chest, almost cradling me in his arms. I could feel the strength in his embrace and I laid back to give him more access. His hand trailed down to my waist, over my ruched up skirt and to his own zipper, freeing himself as much as he could from his clothes. I tried to carefully unbutton his shirt but I quickly grew impatient, tearing through them just as he had torn through mine. He groaned and I bit my lip, caressing his sides and back. I scooted back a little so we had more room and he made good on his promise to get me back, stroking me through my panties until I drenched them completely. He drew closer, pushing the thin garment aside and entered me without warning. I gasped, then sighed, and he waited a moment for me to adjust to him. I nodded and he continued, moving in and out of me, slowly building a rhythm. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, the intensity building and burning white hot. We drew ourselves closer to climax when the door bell rang.
"Ignore it" I begged but the person wouldn't let up and I sighed in frustration.
"We have got to finish this later" he said and I nodded, kissing him. "I'll get it. You go upstairs and change, okay?"
"Alright, babe." I pulled my blouse closed, flushed and panting as I got off the couch. "What about your shirt?" He dug around and I gave him a puzzled look until he pulled a tee shirt from behind one of the cushions. He took his ruined shirt off and tossed the tee shirt on, smelling it to make sure it was clean. He shrugged and I laughed. "Men!" He shooed me up the stairs and I hurried up them toward the bedroom.
When I came down, there sat our realtor on the couch, an uncorked bottle of champagne sitting on the coffee table.
"Hey, Steph! Check it out!"
"What's going on?" I asked.
"They've already accepted your offer!" Emily said, her green eyes sparkling like two back-lit emeralds.
"So soon?" I was stunned, but in a good way. I couldn't believe it! A smile broke out on my face and I looked at Lindsey who was positively beaming.
"We're homeowners, baby!" he told me excitedly, handing me a glass of champagne. I look a seat on the couch with the two of them, kissing him hard on the lips. I sipped the bubbly liquid, grinning from ear to ear. Of course I knew there was a lot more to it than just moving our stuff in but the future looked so bright and I couldn't wait to begin this new adventure with my best friend by my side.