love-runs-deeper-ficlets

Soft as a Petal

Mon, 16 Jun 2014 01:49:14 +0100

Title: Soft as a Petal
Characters: Lindsey, Lily
Word Count: 873
Rating: NC17 [sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Lindsey wakes up next to Lily on a rare day off in late 1977

Her skin was as soft as a lily’s petal, so much so that he worried his calloused hands would mark her flesh. He hesitated to caress her as the morning light peeked through the hotel curtains. The single golden ray seemed to be drawn perfectly down her side, highlighting every rounded curve of her body. Despite his worry, Lindsey reached towards his sleeping girlfriend and traced a single finger down the golden highlight. She smiled and murmured, rolling towards him. The morning highlight now traced down her spine, teasing him with the curve of her ass. He groaned softly and let his fingers traced the highlight again.

“Mmmmm, good morning, handsome,” she mumbled softly as his hand settled on her ass.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, leaning over to kiss her gently. “Sorry to wake you. I couldn’t resist.”

Lily carefully rolled onto her back, causing his resting hand to slid over her hips and rest on her pubic bone, “I don’t need to sleep all day, even if it’s one of our few days off.”

Lindsey kissed her again, “What would be a better use of our time?”

“Well,” her hand slipped under the sheet that seemed to only cover him, “I think you already have an idea.”

“Perhaps,” he responded, lips against hers.

He groaned softly as her soft fingers circled his cock. With his forehead pressed to hers, Lindsey enjoyed the waves of pleasure filling his body with each stroke of his woman’s masterful hand. His hips twitched as her fingertips paused at his tip, gently rubbing a circle around his crown.

But then she released him fully, pulling slightly away.

His blue eyes met hers, instantly recognizing her teasing gaze. Before she had a chance to scramble out of the bed, he flung back the sheet and straddled her. Lily giggled huskily and pretended she was trying to escape. Her fists on his chest quickly moved to his shoulders and she completely surrendered. Their mouths met in passion as her arms wrapped around him. His guitar-worn hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. He pressed his erection against her pubic mound, feeling it give slightly to him.

Lindsey did not part her legs and plunge deeply into her. Instead, he slightly widened his straddle, allowing Lily some movement. His hands captured hers, pinning them over her head. Their eyes meeting, he smirked and kissed her possessively, pressing his body against hers.

Finding her entrance difficult to thrust into in that position, one hand remained holding hers, the other hand circled his cock. With a quick push, Lindsey guided himself deep into her, making her moan. He kissed her again and pushed in deeper, until they became completely one.

Eyes on hers, Lindsey did not move. Instead, he remained buried in her tight body, searching her soul. Lily did not try to free her hands from his, nor did she shift her weight. She maintained his intense gaze, a slight, playful smile curving her lips. As he dipped down for another kiss, she squeezed her muscles around him.

Lindsey moaned, “Oh, Lil.”

“Lindsey,” she muttered.

He needed no further encouragement and his body began to move. Within a few short strokes, he released her hands and guided her legs around his waist. His hands slipped under her hips, squeezing her ass cheeks and pressing her even closer to him. In that moment, that early morning, Lindsey felt the need to be completely consumed by her, to be completely united.

“Lily,” he breathed, their bodies squishing together. “Lily…”

Her hands surrounded his face, pulling him into a deep kiss, “Yesssss, Lindsey. Yessss.”

Without pause, he rolled onto his back and she sat up. His rough hands cupped her large breasts, pinching her nipples as she began to rock on top of him. A deep moan left her lips and her hands covered his. Lindsey pinched her hard nipples once more before slipping his hands down her sides to grasp her hips. His grip tightened, making her movements stop.

Knowing her body was on the brink, Lindsey thrust up into her. Lily’s hands left her breasts, reaching back to grip his thighs. Her fingers tightened as his thrusts quickened. Soft, breathy moans left her mouth as she tossed her head back in pleasure.

“Oh god, Lindsey. Fuck, I’m almost…”

He quickly rolled them again, guiding her legs to his shoulders. Eyes locked, he thrust hard into her body, feeling her spasms begin to grip his cock. He pushed as deeply into her as possible as his own body seized up in ecstasy. Her fingers wildly grabbed for him, pulling him close as their bodies shuddered. His lips touched her glistening shoulder as their bodies began to relax, still locked together.

He shifted his weight slightly, so as to not completely lay on top of her, but still remained inside of her, letting his body naturally relax, “Lil…”

She kissed his forehead, “Is this what you were thinking of doing all day?”

Lindsey smirked, his cock twitching still inside her, “Now that you mention it…”

Lily groaned, “You’ll be the death of me, Mr. Buckingham.”

He kissed her and began to move again, “Tell me to stop…”

“Never,” she breathed. “Never stop loving me.”

Magic in Their Eyes

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 02:26:07 +0100

Title: Magic in Their Eyes
Characters: Lindsey, Lily, Greg, & Gaby
Word Count: 2253
Rating: PG [cuteness]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Lindsey needs to woo his fiancee back after quitting the band in a rather... explosive manner. He does through by spending quality time with his family...

August 8, 1987
Los Angeles, California

Sitting at the breakfast table with her three-year-old daughter and six-year-old son, Lily was slightly concerned she had yet to hear from Lindsey. Considering she banned him from the house until he calmed down and got his act together after the previous night’s meltdown, she was not entirely surprised. Regardless, he had a family, two young children who expected to see their daddy when they got up in the morning. His absence did not bode well at all.

“Mom?” Greg looked up from his pancakes.

“Yeah?” her golden eyes went to his as she placed sliced bananas on Gaby’s plate.

“I thought Dad was done working,” he commented.

“He is. Why do you say that?”

“He’s not here,” Greg pointed out.

“You’re right,” Lily replied, sipping her tea. “You know how sometimes Daddy gets mad and needs a break to calm down?”

“Yeah,” he reached for a slice of bacon.

“Well Daddy had… to go calm down last night,” she declared.

“Is he coming back?”

Before Lily could answer him, the door from the garage opened and in stepped Lindsey. In one hand, he had a bouquet of red lilies, tied with a red and white polka dot bow. In his other hand, he held a bundle of balloons with Mickey and Minnie Mouse printed on them and a paper bag. He approached the breakfast table, handed the flowers to Lily, the paper bag to Greg, and tied the balloons on the back of Gaby’s chair. The boy looked to his mother for encouragement to open the bag. With a nod from Lily, who glanced at Lindsey as he moved to make himself coffee, Greg tore open the bag.

He gasped, pulling out a plush Mickey and Minnie as well as two pairs of mouse ears, “Dad?”

“As soon as you’re done with breakfast,” he paused, retrieving a coffee cup from the cupboard, “we’re going to Disneyland.”

As the children squealed in delight, Lily suppressed a sigh, her eyes going to her fiancé. If he thought he was going to win her favor by charming their children, he was sorely mistaken. Not to let them down, she forced a smile when they looked at her and promptly declared they were done with breakfast.

“Oh don’t you even try that,” she looked at them both. “You’re both going to need your energy to go to the park. Finish up your breakfast.”

Getting to her feet, she motioned Lindsey out of the kitchen. He ruffled Gaby’s curls before following her from the room. When she turned to face him, able to still see their children though confident they could not hear her, Lindsey knew she was still mad at him. His mouth opened to explain away… anything she would allow him.

Instead, she instantly interjected, “If you think that I’m just going to—”

Lindsey cut her off by kissing her. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed him away gently.

“Lil, I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have—”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have. Flowers and Disneyland is not going to smooth this over, Linds. I told you a long time ago I will not tolerate any violence, even more so now that we have children. If you’re going to—”

“It will never happen again.”

“You said that last time.”

“Well this time I’m doubly sure of it. I’m not even in the band anymore. So all that stress is gone. Now I can devote all my time and energy to you and the kids,” he declared. “Starting today with treating everyone to the happiest place on earth.”

She sighed, “It’s not that simple, Linds. Last night…”

“I know,” he reached up and cupped her cheek. “I know, Lily. I knew the moment you kicked me out of the car at the hotel. You were absolutely right to do that. I certainly did not need to be in this house, near the kids, in that state. And I did not deserve any of your attention at all. I get that. I saw the fear in your eyes. I never want that again.”

“Lindsey, this isn’t just going to—”

“Mommy! Greg won’t give me Mickey!” Gaby whined.

Instantly dropping her conversation with Lindsey, Lily stepped around him and headed back to the children, “I am absolutely certain that neither of you need Mickey to finish your breakfasts. So I’ll just put him away for now.”

An hour later, the family piled into Lindsey’s BMV and headed to the park. Though she did not like how Lindsey was using a trip to Disneyland to smooth things over, Lily easily hid her annoyance with her fiancé for the sake of the children. Perhaps the day would win her over too; she was at least open to it.

As they arrived at the park closer to noon than opening, Lindsey drove circles around the parking lot, trying to find a parking space close to the entrance. After a third loop, the kids began to whine, getting antsy. Lily tried to assure them that Lindsey would park in the first spot that he saw, but even she did not really believe that. However, he did just that — even though they were out in the Sleepy parking lot.

“Here we are!” he chirped. “Are you guys ready to go to Disneyland!?”

“Yay!” both of the kids cheered in the back of the car.

“Deep breaths, guys,” Lily stated, unbuckling her seatbelt. “We’ve got a walk before we reach it.”

Unloading the kids while Lindsey retrieved the cloth stroller from the trunk, Lily double-checked the kids’ shoelaces. Rather than placing Gaby in the stroller, she instructed Greg to drop his small backpack in its seat before closing the car door. With the three-year-old on her hip, Lily turned and started to head towards the park entrance. A few steps behind her, Lindsey pushed the stroller. Greg held onto the stroller’s curved handle and happily chatted with his father, listing all the rides he wanted to ride.

By the time they finished the short walk to the entrance, Lily was uncertain she would be able to hold thee squirming, excited little girl any longer. She quickly passed the child off to Lindsey and snatched his wallet from his hands. Leaving him standing to the side with the two excited children, Lily quickly paid their admissions before returning to her family.

“Okay, guys. Let’s go to Disneyland,” she smiled.

Sitting next the stroller, Greg sighed while waiting for Lily and Gaby to ride the carousel. After a few hours of doing whatever he wanted —with some minor concessions as no one wanted to trigger Lindsey to have a seizure — the young boy was forced to concede to his little sister’s desires after they had a late lunch. He sighed and wiggled on the bench, making Lindsey glance over his sunglasses at the young boy.

“What’s the problem, Greg?” he asked, waving as the girls passed them once more.

“Why do we have to go on the baby rides?” he whined.

Lindsey struggled to hide his amusement before responding, “We went on a bunch of the rides you wanted to, Greg. Now it’s her choice.”

“But Daaaaad.”

“Don’t ‘but Dad’ me,” he declared, getting to his feet as the carousel stopped. “It’s only fair to let your sister choose some too.”

From the carousel, the small family ventured on a few more rides, working their way through Fantasyland. Lindsey had to remind Greg about his behavior a couple of times. It was not until the family paused to discuss where to go after ‘It’s a Small World’ that Greg’s attitude began to lighten up once more.

“Well,” Lily shifted Gaby on her hip while looking at the map Lindsey held, “we did the couple of rides we could in Tomorrowland, so I think we should head to Adventureland. That will probably be enough for today.”

“I wanna drive the cars again!” Greg declared, jumping up and down.

Lily’s eyes met Lindsey’s, “Do you want to do the cars one more time and then hop on the train to skirt around the park?”

“There’s not a stop in Adventureland,” he pointed out.

“But there is one in New Orleans Square,” she commented. “And that will put us close enough.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” he nodded.

Lily watched as he folded up the map and stuck it back into his pocket, “How are you feeling, Linds? Do we need to take a break and sit for awhile?”

“I’m fine,” he quickly responded.

“No… lightning?” she asked softly, referring to the visual spikes his epilepsy sometimes caused.

“I’m fine,” Lindsey repeated.

Lily nodded cautiously before glancing down at their son, “Okay, you and Dad are going to go on the cars once more before we head to another part of the park, okay?”

“Yay!” he cheered, before turning and bolting in the direction of the ride.

Eyes wide, Lindsey quickly trotted after his son, grabbing the boy by the back of his shirt, “Greg! You know better than to run off like that.”

“Sorry, Dad,” he frowned, flushing slightly.

“Come on, bud,” he moved his hand from the boy’s collar, grasping his instead. “Let’s go drive.”

After riding Autopia again, the family climbed into the train that circumnavigated the park. The children delighted in the ride, the parents in the brief respite from park excitement. Though Lindsey would not admit it, and had actually denied it, Lily worried that his exhaustion was beginning to impair him. As he had not slept at home, she doubted he slept at all the night before. Disneyland was the last place she wanted him to have a seizure, especially in front of the children.

“You know,” Lily spoke softly so as to not draw the children’s attention, “we could just sit at one of the restaurants and have a relaxed, sit-down meal.”

“If that’s what you want,” he replied.

“We have been going pretty nonstop all day, Linds. The kids could use some downtime too,” she stated, glancing at the station as they arrived.

“Whatever you think is best.”

“Let’s sit and eat. Then we can go on the Jungle Cruise and through the Robinson Family Tree,” she declared, pulling Gaby into her lap as the train stopped.

Heading into the Blue Bayou a few minutes later, the children gasped, pointing out the fireflies. Lily could not help but grin at the wonderment on their faces. After hours at the park, she thought they were immune to the magic. Even Lindsey noticed, smile lighting his face as well.

“Daddy,” Gaby pointed at one of the lit up cups at a nearby table as they were seated, “I want one of those!”

He chuckled, slipping the booster seat into a chair for her before slipping her from Lily’s arms, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

Once seated and their order placed, Lindsey shifted his chair slightly closer to Lily. Though the tension between them declined drastically through the day, mostly due to their children’s smiles, Lindsey still felt like she was not completely back on his side. He knew everything he did the night before was so beyond wrong and she was right to kick him out last night. She certainly had learned how to not only work around his moodiness, but to snap him out of it, in the years they had been together. Yet as that thought crossed his mind and he watched her chat with the children while they colored their pirate pages, he knew that was not the reason she kicked him out the previous night. She had done it to protect their children… from him.

“Lil?”

Her eyes went to his, “Yeah?”

Without saying anything, he leaned over and kissed her gently, “I love you. You are an amazing mother and an amazing woman. I am so very lucky to have you in my life. I don’t… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Linds…”

“Last night I was… out of my mind. Thank you for protecting our family from that. Thank you for doing exactly what was needed,” he muttered softly. “Please… please forgive me.”

She leaned back slightly before picking up a crayon from the floor and returning her attention to him, “I don’t need to forgive you. Someone else needs to.”

He was silent for a moment, “I don’t think she ever will.”

“Give her a chance.”

He sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe not right now, but some day,” Lily said.

“I know… I know…”

She leaned over and kissed him, “You and I and the children are going to be fine, good even. We’ve got you now, no longer sharing you with the band.”

He smirked, “Yes, that’s very true. It’s about time for me to really be dad to our kids. And maybe…”

“Yes?” her eyes barely broke away from his as their salads were delivered.

Lindsey picked up her left hand and kissed her ring finger, just above her engagement ring, “Maybe we should start planning a wedding finally.”

Her eyes brightened, but before she could respond, Gaby knocked over her cup, spilling her lemonade all over the table and floor. Though her attention instantly shifted back to their daughter, Lindsey knew his words made impact. He had seen magic in her eyes too.

Disneyland was the most magical place in the world to him right then. But Lindsey had a feeling he would think that of any place where Lily was.

Magic of Christmas

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 06:29:20 +0100

Title: Sunburned
Characters: Lily & Lindsey
Word Count: 823
Rating: PG-14 [innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Lindsey and Lily spend their first Christmas together and he strives for it to be the most perfect Christmas...ever.

December 23, 1976
Los Angeles, CA

Slipping out of the bed while Lily still slept, Lindsey stretched, glanced at his beautiful girlfriend, and quietly left their bedroom. He had hired someone recommended by Christine to come and decorate the house for the holidays, not wanting Lily to get overwhelmed with thoughts of hosting his mother and decorating. Even as she assisted the decorator, he could tell it had been a good idea to follow his bandmate’s suggestion. From there, he struggle even more when it came to finishing up the holiday plans. While Thanksgiving passed without any major incident, he worried Christmas would not, especially since there was more on the line for Christmas.

Why? It was Lily’s first Christmas. Ever.

So everything, everything, had to be perfect.

His mother understood and even helped him plan his holiday festivities with Lily. She was currently in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the couple. Lindsey intended to take a tray upstairs to wake up his girlfriend before telling her what their plans were for the day.

“Good morning, Mom,” he kissed her cheek after entering the kitchen. “That smells delicious.”

“Lily likes French Toast, right?”

“Oh she loves it,” he grinned. “I really appreciate this.”

“It’s my pleasure. You know I love her. And I couldn’t believe when you said she never had a Christmas before.”

“You know her childhood was… less than spectacular,” Lindsey stated, pouring a second cup of coffee for Lily. “This year has to… make up for all the years before.”

“That’s twenty-one years, Linds.”

“I know. But this is a good start,” he smiled, piling the food onto a tray. “I’ll be back in… awhile.”

“Take your time, Linds.”

After waking Lily gently with breakfast in bed, which he would have loved to evolve into morning lovemaking but happily accepted kisses and oral sex, Lindsey left the bedroom with their plates while she got dressed for the day. His mother said nothing as he quickly washed the dishes.

“I won’t wait up for you tonight,” she commented softly as he headed out of the room again. “But don’t be too late, or Santa will skip this house.”

Her eyes focused intently on the gates as Lindsey led her towards them. She was completely speechless. Lindsey already showered her with more love and affection than she had ever experienced before, but this was beyond belief. He was giving her Christmas, in the most magical way imaginable.

“Linds…”

He squeezed her hand as they strolled around the highly decorated Main Street, “Welcome to Disneyland, Lil.”

“This is… this is amazing,” she breathed.

Her eyes danced from garlands to lights to stocking caps. Everything seemed so alive, so magical. She did not know where to look first, what to do first. So she stopped in the center of Main Street, making Lindsey stop as well.

As she turned to look at him, Lindsey leaned down and kissed her softly. No words were exchanged, as none were needed. His lips touched hers once more before he turned to lead her through the magical park. They strolled through the every land, purchasing a few trinkets, before Lindsey managed to convince Lily to step onto rides. After three rides, they paused to lunch before continuing on through the rest of the magical day.

Kissing her sweetly as their boat coasted to a halt in It’s a Small World, Lindsey muttered, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

She embraced him tightly, kissing him again, “This is so amazing, Linds.”

He kissed her again, “Come on, baby. We have a lot more to see.”

With his arms wrapped around Lily from behind, his head resting on top of hers, Lindsey smiled as the magical Christmas parade passed by them. She giggled and gasped, clapping along with the children near them. She swayed and danced along with the music, making Lindsey chuckle. By the end of the parade, both were singing along with the carols.

“Lindsey!” Lily gasped. “That’s… that’s Santa Claus!”

He grinned at her childlike enthusiasm, “Yes, baby, it is.”

“I can’t believe… I can’t believe…”

Lindsey squeezed her, “There’s more…”

“Really?!”

“Shhhh,” he kissed her ear. “Just wait.”

Not even a full breath later, fluffy snowflakes began to flutter down around them. Though she had experienced snow before, in their travels in the past few months, there was something far more magical about those snowflakes. She pulled out of his arms and danced around in it, twirling around and giggling. Lindsey watched for a few moments, loving how childlike her reaction was.

Her brilliant golden eyes turned to him. Her fingers reached for him. With a smile, he interlaced his fingers with her and stepped forward. He pulled his hands free from hers and cupped her face. The magical snowflakes continued to flutter around them as their lips met in a loving kiss.

“Oh Lindsey… Lindsey, I believe…in the magic of Christmas.”

“So do I, Lily. So do I.”

Sunburned

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 05:56:43 +0100

Title: Sunburned
Characters: Lily, Lindsey, Mick, Stevie, Chris, John
Word Count: 2090
Rating: PG-14 [innuendo, nudity, drinking, drugs]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: The band reunites in Florida after a break during the Tusk tour and decide to go to... a waterpark.

August 2, 1980
Orlando, Florida

Tugging her bikini on, Lily glanced over her shoulder at Lindsey. He slathered on sunscreen on his face and grinned. She bit her bottom lip and quickly pulled her hair up. Squirting more lotion onto his palms, Lindsey approached her and motioned for her to turn around. Her eyes fluttered close while he rubbed the coconut-scented lotion into her skin.

“Linds…”

His hand slipped under the straps of her top, slowly reaching around to cup her breasts, “Mmmm.”

She leaned back against him, “Linds, this isn’t really conducive to us meeting up with everyone for the…”

He lightly pinched her nipples before kissing her neck, “Then let’s not go.”

Lily let he keep touching and kissing her skin for a long moment, “But you promised…”

“But… we’ve been so…”

She slowly pulled away and turned to face him, “I know we’ve been busy with the tour and all, but Lindsey…”

His mouth quickly covered hers, “I want you.”

Lily’s eyes looked into his, “I know, but…”

“Please… the band can wait…”

As he cupped her breasts again, Lily lost all resolve and wrapped her arms around his neck. Grinning, Lindsey picked her up and carried her to the hotel bed. Their swimsuits quickly flew off and they united carnally. They loved quickly and loudly, before cleaning up, getting dressed again, and heading out of the room.

Meeting up with the band at the new waterpark, Lily shyly kept her cover-up on. Lindsey complimented Stevie’s modest one piece while John settled down in a lawn chair and lit a cigarette. Opening a book, Chris pulled a floppy hat over her head and ignored most everyone. Had Dennis joined her that day, Lily was certain she would have been just as playful and engaging as the rest of the band, but instead, she kept to herself.

“Come on, love,” Mick moved closer to her. “Why don’t you take that thing off and come in the water with us?”

“I don’t know,” she glanced around.

He tugged on the hemmed neckline of the over-large button-up shirt, “The whole point of being here is to get wet, Lil.”

Her eyes remained locked with his and she lifted her hands over her head. With a triumphant grin, Mick pulled her cover-up off and tossed it aside. He quickly glanced down and shook his head. Her eyes widened and she quickly covered her breasts.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked softly.

“Yes, there is,” Mick responded.

Her eyes widened and she tugged on the bikini top, “What?”

“You are way too hot to be here,” he winked.

She flushed, “Mick…”

Stevie reached across him and grabbed Lily’s hand, “Ignore him. Let’s go float in the river.”

Trailing behind the petite songstress, realizing how short Stevie really was now that she was barefoot, Lily glanced once at Lindsey before heading into the cool pool. The two women quickly found floating tubes and began to float around the circle.

“This is kinda… amazing,” Lily declared, holding onto Stevie’s hand so that they did not drift apart.

“Totally,” Stevie agreed, wiggling her fingers in Lily’s. “This was a good idea, even if it was Mick’s.”

“I don’t think… I’ve ever seen you in a suit before,” she commented.

The songstress smiled slightly, “You haven’t. I don’t think I’ve seen you looking so amazing in yours before.”

Lily flushed, “I didn’t do anything different.”

“This break from touring has been good to you. You look… healthy and…” Stevie smirked. “I think your breasts are…”

She looked down, noticing they seemed to be about to fall out of her bikini top, “Oh my.”

Stevie held Lily’s hand, not allowing her to tug on the bikini top once more. Instead, she tugged on her hand, pulling her float closer. A moment later, their tubes got caught up in a current and swept to the other side of the river. The girls floated around the endless river for nearly an hour while the men drank beers under cover of the private cabana.

Once Stevie and Lily exited the water, Mick and Lindsey tugged them into the wave pool. Neither woman had a moment to object, not even when they were swept up by the men. Wordlessly, the men placed the women on their shoulders and headed deeper into the water. The girls giggled and squealed, laughing as the created waves surged around them. They continued to horse around until the lifeguards blew their whistles and made the men pull the girls down.

“You’re going to get us kicked out,” Lily declared, faux-glaring at Mick as Lindsey’s arms wrapped around her from behind.

He laughed, “Honey, they would never do such a thing.”

“Oh I don’t know about that,” she glanced at the lifeguards.

“Of course they won’t. They know who we are,” he winked, carefully helping Stevie to a depth where she could reach the bottom of the pool.

“Did you really play that card?”

He smirked, “Maybe. Let’s go on the slides.”

“Oh, no. Not me,” Stevie quickly shook her head.

“Then you go hang out with the old married couple,” Mick motioned back to John and Christine, ignoring each other at the cabana.

She rolled her eyes, “Maybe I will.”

Lily glanced at the slides, “You sure you won’t come with us, Stevie?”

“I’m definitely sure,” she waded out of the pool.

The guys somehow convinced John to join them, making Lily feel even more out of place. As they headed up the staircase, she began to second-guess going down the slides with the boys. Maybe she should have remained with Chris and Stevie and—

“Lil!” Mick quickly noticed her hesitation and scooped her up, carrying up the first set of steps.

“Mick!” she screeched, her fingers reaching out towards Lindsey.

Rather than free her from his lanky bandleader, the guitarist merely leaned over and kissed her quickly, “I promise I won’t let him dunk you.”

Her eyes widened, “What?”

He grinned, “You’ll be fine.”

“Linds… I think maybe I should…”

“It’ll be fine, Lil,” John interjected.

She slapped Mick’s shoulder, “Let me down.”

“Nope,” he smiled. “Not until you promise you’re not going to flee.”

Her golden eyes went to his, “And where could I go? I don’t think everyone in line behind us would let me by.”

“They would,” he stated.

She looked to Lindsey, “Linds, do something.”

He smirked, “Sorry, Lil.”

“Miiiiick,” she pleaded, wiggling. “Let me go.”

“Promise me that you’ll ride the slide with me,” he muttered in her ear.

“If you let me go…”

“Only if you go down on me.”

She turned bright red and slapped him again, “Absolutely not!”

“I meant, with me, Lil. With me,” Mick corrected, though his eyes sparkled.

“Lindsey,” she pleaded, reaching for him again.

“Mick, let her go.”

Glancing at the guitarist, Mick sighed and put Lily down once they reached the third platform. However, he body-blocked her, keeping her from fleeing. Looking down at her, he grinned, hugged her quickly, and stepped aside. Without pause, she embraced her boyfriend. Chuckling, Lindsey hugged her for a moment before nudging her up a step.

Once they reached the top of the slide, Lily once more began to get nervous. However, Mick barely allowed her that moment, ushering her into the large tube. Luckily it was large enough to fit all four of them. Smashed between Lindsey and Mick, both of Lily’s hands clutched the two men’s. John chuckled as she squeezed her eyes closed.

Lindsey quickly kissed her, “Open your eyes, baby.”

“But—”

“We won’t let anything happen to you.”

Before she could say anything, the raft launched into the channel. Lily’s surprised squeal instantly became a scream as they dipped down the first drop. By the third drop, Mick was laughing heartily, John looked slightly bemused, and Lindsey feared Lily’s grip on his hand was going to affect his playing two nights later. Before he could even begin to calm her down, the raft splashed into a shallow pool.

Climbing out, John held out his hand to Lily. She quickly grasped his hand, smiling as he pulled her out. Her arms circled his neck, hugging him tightly, as if he just rescued her life. Chuckling, the bassist lifted her out of the splash pool before releasing her.

“Don’t make me do that again!” she slapped Mick’s bare chest before turning to stomp back to the cabana.

Lindsey reached out and grabbed her hand, “Lil?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, “What?”

He quickly kissed her, “Come in the river with me.”

Her face softened, “Of course, Linds.”

Lying on her stomach, Lily looked over at Chris, “Where did the guys go?”

She looked up from her book, “Food, I think.”

“Wasn’t there someone bringing us stuff?”

Chris blinked for a moment, glancing as Stevie sipped some iced cocktail, “Well perhaps they went to smoke.”

“They’re on the slides again,” Stevie spoke up, as she set her drink down. “Wanna go on the river again, Lil?”

“I’m kinda… I’m kinda hungry,” she admitted.

The songstress snapped, trying to get the cabana server’s attention, “Then let’s get some food.”

When the three men returned, their shorts dripping, Lily was munching on a large plate of nachos. Without pause, Lindsey plopped down beside her. He stole a cheese-covered chip and a kiss, making her giggle.

“Did you have fun?” she asked before munching on another chip.

“Not as much fun as I do with you,” he declared, reaching across her to accept a beer from the cabana server.

“We can go on the river after I’m done eating,” Lily stated.

“Whatever you want, Lil,” he kissed her again. “Whatever you want.”

Entering the hotel room, Lily headed directly to the bathroom. Though he had noticed she seemed to frequent the bathroom more often, Lindsey just brushed it off as her drinking a lot while they were at the water park. He had just stripped off his shorts when she opened the bathroom door. Glancing up, he smiled at her, which quickly turned into wide grin when she beckoned to him. Stepping out of the shorts, he hurried over to her and embraced her. With a giggle, she retreated back into the bathroom, pulling him with her.

Kissing her intensely, Lindsey peeled off Lily’s bikini and guided her into the shower. He kept her close as he turned on the water, chuckling when she squealed at the cool water hitting her skin first. Smirking, Lindsey cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around her taut nipples. She groaned and leaned against the cool tiles, letting him do whatever he desired.

Though he wanted to love her passionately, Lindsey curtailed himself and soaped up his hands. His lips touched hers briefly before he began to wash her. Smiling, she kept her eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of his hands running over her body. She moaned slightly before her turned her around to wash the chlorine water from her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair as it rinsed before slathering conditioner on her locks.

Turning back to face Lindsey, Lily quickly began to soap him up. He groaned when her soapy hands wandered over his sex before abandoning his body to shampoo his short hair. Lindsey stole a deep kiss, before reaching up to rinse the conditioner from her long blond hair.

“Lil…” he muttered.

“Yes, Lindsey. Oh yes, please,” she groaned.

He turned off the water, “I’m going to love you all night.”

She smiled and kissed him, “You’re my favorite ride ever.”

They both broke into laughter as they stepped out of the shower. Rubbing her curves with a soft towel, Lindsey froze when she winced slightly. Turning her around, his blue eyes quickly looked over her nude body.

“Lil… I think you have a sunburn.”

“What? No,” she stepped up to the mirror, turning side to side, attempting to see her back. “Oh no, Linds…”

He softly kissed her shoulders, “I’ll get us some special lotion to take care of it.”

“But…”

His eyes met hers in the mirror, “Worry not, Lil. I’ll still love you all night. Just in a slightly modified way.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” he kissed her shoulder again. “I’ll just put my clothes on really quickly and go get some. You wait here, beautiful. And drink some more water.”

Lily turned around quickly and kissed his mouth, “I love you, Linds. So much.”

“Mmmmm,” he smiled. “I love you too, my sunburned girl. I love you too.”

Hiding Away

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 06:14:33 +0100

Title: Hiding Away
Characters: Lily, Lindsey, Greg, Gabrielle, and Marcus Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, mentions of John McVie and Stevie Nicks
Word Count: 1314
Rating: PG-14 [innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: The Buckinghams are throwing a big party for the 4th, which includes their son coming down from college to visit...

July 2, 2000
Los Angeles, CA

Mixing up the potato salad, Lily glanced over while Gabrielle happily sliced up the large watermelon. They still had a couple of hours before the majority of the guests were arriving, including Mick and his family, John and his family, and Stevie, but the tension was already high in the house. It was not any normal party tension either. Lily knew precisely the source of it.

“Hey, Gaby?” she glanced at her daughter while sliding the potato salad into the fridge.

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Do you think you can handle this on your own for awhile?” she closed the stainless steel door.

Gabrielle looked around the kitchen, “Yeah, of course.”

“I’m going to go and check on your father.”

“I think he’s in his studio,” she suggested.

Nodding, Lily washed her hands and headed out of the kitchen. Dodging their youngest son as he chased the dog through the house, she smiled and tried to hold onto that feeling as she approached Lindsey’s closed door. It was a bad sign, especially when they were expecting guests to arrive soon.

She did not bother to knock, knowing he would not respond. Instead, she reached for the doorknob. Frowning when it did not turn, she quickly retreated to their bedroom, dug out her key to his studio, and returned to the locked door. Lily let herself into the studio, re-locking the door behind her. She silently approached Lindsey as he sat in front of a mixing table, headphones on his ears.

Without pause, she plucked the headphones off, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and kissed his now-bare ear. He barely managed to force a smile, hating the fact she interrupted his work — even if he had been using the work as a way to avoid the party. He patted her hands before reaching forward to stop the tape, pulling out of her embrace.

“Lily, I need to—”

“No, you don’t,” she instantly interrupted as he turned around in his chair.

“But—”

“Why are you hiding?”

He blinked, staring at her, “I don’t know what you…”

“Lindsey,” she warned.

He frowned, “Lily, I…”

She kissed his forehead before sitting in his lap without invitation, “You can’t stay in your studio all night. Our friends are coming over. Our son is coming home. You can’t stay in here all night, Linds.”

His arms lightly draped around her waist, “Lily, I… I don’t know what to say to him.”

Realization lit up her eyes and she nodded slightly, “The same things you have always said to him, Linds.”

“But he’s bringing… he’s going to have… fuck.”

Lily kissed him softly, “Yes, you’re right. He is bringing his boyfriend with him, but that is absolutely no excuse for you to avoid the entire party, to avoid our son.”

He sighed, “But… Lily… it’s one thing to say he’s gay. It’s another thing to… to bring his boyfriend home for the holiday.”

“Linds, you told him that he could bring him.”

“I know… I know. I just…”

She kissed him again, “It’s going to be okay. He’s still the remarkable, talented, intelligent young man that we raised. You have nothing to worry about.”

“What if …he… is… I don’t know…”

“There’s always a possibility that we won’t like Ray, but that could be true if Ray were a woman too,” Lily pointed out.

He sighed again, “I don’t know…”

She framed his face with her hands and pressed her lips to his, “Everything is going to be okay, Lindsey. Don’t hide away in the studio.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, “I just don’t know what to think about all of this…”

“Then stop thinking about it.”

“But—”

Her lips went to his again, kissing him deeply. Slowly as Lindsey began to focus on his wife, she felt him relax. Though she had not intended to get him to join the party by making love in the studio before everyone arrived, Lily did not object when he tugged at her swimsuit cover-up.

The couple emerged from Lindsey’s studio just as the first guests were arriving. Lindsey parted from Lily to greet Mick’s family while she ducked into the bathroom to make certain she was still presentable. Yet even with her brief stop, Mick gave her a knowing look before embracing her in greeting.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought fireworks,” he grinned at her.

“I hope you don’t mind going back to your house to light them off,” Lily quickly retorted.

“But—”

“Hi, Mick!” Gabrielle happily chirped as she stepped out of the kitchen.

His eyes focused on the sixteen-year-old girl, “Hey, there, Gaby. Does this mean that dinner is all your doing?”

She flushed slightly, “Not quite. I’m just helping Mom out.”

“I bet you did a bit more than just help,” he winked.

She flushed a bit more, “Um… maybe.”

Lindsey slapped Mick’s shoulder, “Come help me move the drink cooler out to the backyard before Lily starts harassing me about it.”

“Sure, mate. Whatever you need to keep Lily off of you.”

Lily flushed, catching the double meaning in his words. Shaking her head, she returned to the kitchen with Gabrielle. Though she generally did not agree with it, part of her hoped that Lindsey smoked a joint out in the garage with Mick before moving the ice-filled tub out onto the deck. It might help keep things from getting too awkward. She hoped.

As everyone settled around the backyard after eating, Lily watched Lindsey finally approach Greg and his boyfriend. While they had been introduced when the young men arrived, Lindsey seemed to avoid being alone with either his son or the couple. Any interaction between them occurred with someone else present, whether it be Lily, the other children, or any of the other partygoers. The fact that Lindsey now approached the couple without anyone else intrigued Lily, so she moved within hearing distance, but not close enough to actually intrude on the conversation.

“I’m really glad that you… that you came down,” Lindsey spoke softly, his attention mostly focused on Greg. “I know your mother was sad when you decided to stay up north during the summer. She misses you a lot. We all do.”

“I know, but… you know, I have a life up there,” Greg responded.

“I know… I know. And we want you to have that. We want you to… explore… and things. But we do,” his eyes briefly flicked to the other man standing in front of him, “we do want you to come home more often.”

“I would if I knew you were okay with Ray coming as well,” he declared.

Lindsey paused briefly, looking to his son’s boyfriend, “Of course I am. Any friend of yours is welcome at our home.”

“He’s not just any friend, Dad. He’s my boyfriend,” Greg pointed out.

“Yes, yes, of course,” he nodded slightly. “Just…uh… try to come home more.”

Awkwardly, Lindsey hugged his son, slapped Ray’s shoulder, and turned away from the conversation. Though it had not gone as well as she dreamed, Lily was still proud of Lindsey for making the effort. She quickly got up and intersected him. Her arms happily wrapped around his neck and she kissed him quickly. His blue eyes looked into hers, trying to find some reason behind her happy kisses. Seeing nothing apparent, he merely kissed her back.

“I’m so proud of you,” she muttered before another kiss.

“Why?”

She motioned to Greg and Ray with her eyes, “Because of what you just did.”

“Um…”

Lily kissed him again, “That was really… good of you, Linds.”

“I…”

“Now there’s only one more thing you need to do today.”

“What’s that?”

“Make certain Mick doesn’t set our house on fire with his illegal fireworks,” she declared.

He chuckled, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Perfect Gift

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 06:36:15 +0100

Title: Perfect Gift
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey Buckingham, Greg and Gabrielle Buckingham
Word Count: 1293
Rating: PG [cuteness]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It’s Father’s Day and Lily doesn’t have a gift for Lindsey. Not from lack of desire to go shopping, but more because of easy exhaustion due to a brand-new family member…

June 17, 1984
Los Angeles, California

Shuffling towards the kitchen, eyes half-open, Lily glanced at her son. The three-year-old quickly smiled up at her before getting up and rushing over to hug her legs. Smiling, she patted his head before slowly bending over and picking him up. Still grinning, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and rested his head on her shoulder.

“Awww, Greggie,” she tousled his unruly blonde curls, “where’s your daddy?”

He briefly spat out his thumb to answer her question and pointed at the stairs, “With the baby.”

“Well then,” she rubbed her eyes quickly, “we better go get him so we can make him breakfast for Daddy Day.”

“D’okay, Mommy.”

With her son on her hip, Lily slowly headed up the ornate staircase. Only home for a day, she had not time to really prepare much for Father’s Day that year. Granted, their daughter had chosen to join the family a week early as well. Maybe she was gift enough for Lindsey, though Lily really did not believe that. She would cook him his favorite breakfast and then… if she could maintain energy long enough, she would take Greg out to find a gift for Lindsey — that is if she could trust leaving the newborn home with him.

Stopping just outside the nursery, she considered heading to the master suite instead, as the baby had slept in a bassinet near their bed. Lily brushed that aside, thinking Lindsey might be attempting to get the newborn accustomed to her own room, even though they had barely left the hospital. As expected, her eyes fell upon Lindsey cradling their newborn daughter, seated in the rocking chair in her pink and purple nursery.

Slowly she approached father and daughter. Lindsey’s tired eyes rose from their daughter and met hers. He quickly grinned, the hand supporting the baby’s bottom slipping out and reaching for his fiancée and son. His fingers laced with Lily’s.

“She is so beyond perfect, Lil,” he commented softly. “I still cannot get over the fact we… created another life.”

She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed it gently, “We did. And both the body that grew them and our son is hungry. Surely you are too, Daddy.”

“I… I suppose so. I hadn’t really thought about it. I woke up and you were gone and she was awake and kinda fussing so I thought I’d bring her in here and see if I could get her back to sleep and…”

Lily smiled, kissing his hand again, “Come downstairs and I’ll cook breakfast while you admire your children on this Father’s Day.”

His eyes widened slightly, “I completely forgot it was…”

“I know,” she tugged on his hand. “Come along and we’ll see about celebrating the daddy you are.”

As soon as Lily eased Gabrielle off her breast, Lindsey’s hands slipped under the newborn, guiding her to his shoulder. He rubbed the days-old baby’s back, hoping to ease a burp out of her. Watching as he tended to their daughter, Lily smiled and fixed her nightgown. He was light years beyond where he had been when Greg was born. Granted, Lindsey now knew how to change a diaper, bathe a baby, and all of that, but he definitely had a different aura surrounding him with their second child. She wondered if it had to do with the storms they weathered prior to the baby’s conception or if Lindsey had just finally become the full-time father he wanted to be. Every one of his actions was with love and care. She almost trusted to leave him alone with the baby, almost.

Breakfast had been beautiful, if not perfect. Greg insisted Lindsey needed colorful sprinkles on his pancakes and proceeded to empty the entire bottle on the warm stack. Laughing, Lindsey happily ate to his son’s delight, flashing big, goofy smiles at the young boy.

However, much to Lily’s chagrin, cooking breakfast sapped all of the new mother’s energy. She slipped into bed while father and son spent time in the backyard, splashing around in the pool. Even though she slept until Gabrielle needed nursing, Lily did not feel it prudent to venture out of the house. Maybe if she had not labored for twelve hours to deliver their daughter a few days before she would have had the energy she felt Lindsey deserved. She felt guilty for not making his Father’s Day absolutely spectacular.

With the baby burped, Lindsey lay her down in the bassinet near the king-sized bed he shared with Lily. He caressed her downy head briefly before turning away from the baby. His blue eyes instantly focused on Lily, who had sunk down from her seated, nursing position, and now lay curled on her side, looking at him. He could tell from her demeanor that something was wrong. Without pause, Lindsey crawled across the bed to her and kissed her forehead softly.

“What’s wrong, Lil?” he asked quietly as he laid down beside her.

“I’m sorry that Father’s Day was such a waste,” she muttered.

His eyes widened and he brushed her hair from her eyes, “What makes you say that? I had an amazing day. Breakfast with my family, swimming with my son, cuddles with my daughter, kisses from you, delivery dinner. It was a perfect day.”

“But I wanted to…”

Lindsey shifted closer to her, slipped his arms around her, and pulled her close, “It was a perfect day. I don’t need or want anything else but time with you and the kids.”

“But…”

“Lil,” he quickly kissed her, “you have given me the greatest gifts ever: our son and now our daughter… and your love. What more could I ever ask for?”

She remained silent for a moment, “I just wanted to show you…”

His lips touched hers again, “You don’t need to buy me things to show me anything, Lil. If anything, I’m the one who should be showering you with… everything in the world. You forgave me for being an asshole and that led to the creation of the most beautiful baby girl ever in all the lands. You don’t need to give me a single thing. I am already forever in your debt.”

She sighed again, “Linds…”

“Our children are everything important in this world. You know that. And for them I will owe you into perpetuity. I love you, Lily. And I love our kids. That’s all I will ever need in this life. You and them.”

She smiled slightly, “Really?”

“Absolutely,” he pulled her closer. “And Lil? You don’t have to be a superwoman. I am here to help you take care and raise Greg and Gabrielle. I’m here for you one hundred percent.”

Lily kissed him gently, “I love you.”

“That’s all I’ll ever need,” he squeezed her gently, “because I love you, too.”

“Happy Father’s Day, daddy of my children,” she smiled.

Before Lindsey could reply, a small cry drew both parents’ attention to the nearby crib. They held their breaths, waiting to see if Gabrielle really needed attention or was just making sounds. When she cried again, Lindsey quickly rolled out of the bed to attend to her. Lifting the newborn from her small bassinet, he kissed her until her crying stopped and then checked her diaper. With a smile, he headed to the nursery to change her diaper quickly.

As he tossed the small diaper into the diaper pail, a smile crept across his face. He realized with his heart and soul that he meant everything he said to Lily. She and the children were the greatest gifts he could ever receive. He needed nothing more. He knew that as the newborn girl cooed against his chest as he returned to the bedroom. Everything finally seemed to be… perfect.

Pieces of Glass

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 07:01:30 +0100

Title: Pieces of Glass
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, Chris McVie, John McVie, and Stevie Nicks
Word Count: 1363
Rating: PG-13 [drinking, drugs, language]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Lily and Lindsey are hosting the Fleetwood Mac family for Thanksgiving...

November 23, 1978
Los Angeles, California

Glancing out the front window, Lily smiled in relief upon seeing the Fleetwood Mac family making their way towards the house. With Lindsey’s brothers unwilling to travel south for the holiday and Lindsey tired of always going north to them, they had opted to remain home and invite over the band for Thanksgiving instead. With Chris’s and John’s divorce followed a couple of months later by Mick and Jenny splitting, Lily had not been so certain anyone would show up, not even Stevie. Yet there they were, getting out of four separate cars. It was a start.

“Lindsey, your band is here,” she announced before heading back to the kitchen.

As she passed him, Lindsey’s fingers reached to stop her, but she sidestepped his reach and continued on. With a sigh, he continued towards the front door, reaching it just as it opened. He greeted his band mates, accepting a bottle of wine from Stevie — and handing it directly to John. The bassist chuckled, but accepted the bottle, making a beeline to the kitchen.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted Lily as he entered the room.

Glancing up from her chopping, she smiled at him, “Hi, John.”

His free hand slipped around her waist slightly and he kissed her cheek, “It already smells delicious.”

“Thank you,” she turned back to her chopping. “You know where the corkscrew is.”

Heading over to the drawer, he pulled out the device, “Is there anything I can help with?”

“And when did you become a kitchen guru?” she teased, glancing sideways at him.

“Um… well I’m not, but…”

“I understand. I’m sure I can find something for you to do,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Lil,” he responded, pouring two glasses of wine.

Before too long, the guests ended up congregating around the kitchen, rather than the living room. John kept close to Lily, trying to intuitively help her without her needing to ask. Lindsey watched them cautiously, a bit surprised Lily even allowed John to cross the invisible line that even he was not allowed to cross when she was cooking. Yet the silent bassist remained by her side, lifting heavy pots and pans for her, catching spoons before they hit the ground, keeping her wine glass full.

“So I didn’t know what to bring to the party,” Mick smirked, reaching into his pocket, “but no party is a party without —”

Lindsey whirled around and stepped between Mick and Lily, speaking softly, “Keep it in your pocket, Mick.”

“But—”

“If Lily finds out you have it, we’ll both be kicked out.”

“But—”

Stevie touched Mick’s leg, “Listen to Lindsey.”

“But—”

“Mick,” she warned.

“Fine, fine,” his hand left his pocket, empty. “I just thought—”

“Not that kind of party, Mick,” Lindsey declared. “I would hate to ruin Lily’s big day with that.”

“Okay. I get it. Shesh.”

The sound of shattering glass grabbed everyone’s attention. Lindsey’s eyes instantly dropped to Lily’s bare feet, where the remains of a wine glass sparkled. Alarm filled him and he headed towards her, intending to sweep her off her feet to protect her from the glass. Ignoring the fact John was trying to clean up the glass while Lily remained motionless; Lindsey crunched over the glass and picked Lily up. She squealed but didn’t protest, letting him sweep her away so John could sweep up the mess.

“You okay?” he asked, setting her down on the counter to check her feet.

“I’m,” she hiccupped, “fine.”

Standing up, he kissed her quickly, “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“How many glasses of wine have you had?”

“I don’t know…”

Lindsey glanced at John, “How many glasses of wine has Lily had?”

Sweeping the remaining glass into the dustpan, the bassist glanced up, “Two… maybe three. Not including this one.”

“Lil,” Lindsey grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, “you need to drink this.”

“I’m,” she hiccupped, “fine.”

“Drink this,” he pressed the bottle into her hands. “So you and John can finish making dinner.”

Despite Lindsey’s warnings, John continued to feed Lily glasses of wine, though he did manage to get her to drink water every now and then. This meant by the time dinner was served, Lily was more than just a little bit tipsy. Luckily, so was everyone else, so no one paid much attention to the giggling blonde.

“This looks wonderful, Lily,” Mick commented.

“Thanks!” she chirped.

“Aren’t we supposed to say what we’re thankful first?” Christine spoke up.

Lindsey shrugged, “Sure, I suppose we can. I’ll start. I’m thankful most for Lily. Not only is she the most beautiful chef I have ever know, but she loves me more than anyone ever has. I’m especially thankful that we made it through a difficult year and are still together.”

Christine muttered something about being grateful for her new piano before Stevie interjected with her own declaration. One by one, the band professed whatever they were thankful for, before the turn landed on Lily. She swallowed another mouthful of wine and glanced at Lindsey. He flashed her an easy smile, waiting for her to say something sweet in response.

“I’m thankful Lindsey has finally decided to keep it in his pants and not fuck crazy whores.”

Lindsey’s blue eyes widened. Mick choked on his wine while John froze mid-drink. Stevie’s hand covered her mouth as she gasped. Not even looking at the couple, Christine shook her head and finished the rest of her drink.

“Lil…”

“Oh come on, Lindsey. They all know what problems we’ve been having,” she responded. “No one can ever keep a secret in this band, especially not when it comes to se—”

His hand slapped over hers, “Come with me.”

Before she could protest, Lindsey pulled her out of the dining room. She whimpered and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held tight and continued away from the band. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Lily dug her heels in, not letting him pull her up them. With little pause, Lindsey scooped her up as he had earlier and carried her up.

Kicking the door closed on their bedroom, he tossed her on the bed. Quickly rolling over, her drunken eyes met his. Without saying a word or even touching her, Lindsey kept Lily from getting up. His gaze held hers intently, waiting for her to even attempt to say anything.

“Lindsey…”

“There was absolutely no fucking reason for you to bring that up at Thanksgiving.”

“But I—”

“I thought we had worked through my transgressions.”

“We have, but…”

“But what?”

“I still… Lindsey, I still think about it all the time, even if it was months ago. I can’t help it.”

He knelt in front of her, “Tell me something, Lily?”

“What?”

His fingers grasped hers, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you forgive me. Tell me that we can get beyond this.”

“I… I do forgive you, Lindsey, but I don’t think I can ever forget and—”

He squeezed her hands, “I don’t expect you to forget. I really don’t. I hurt you a lot. I know that. I’m the asshole here. I am thankful that you gave me a second —”

“Third,” she corrected.

“A third chance,” he nodded slightly. “I really am. But, Lil, if we’re going to get through this, you’ve got to stop—”

“I know,” she sighed. “I spoke without thinking.”

“It’s the wine. I’m sure of it,” he quickly offered.

“I guess…”

Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to her, kissing her temple, “I love you, Lil. You, you, you.”

“I love you too, Lindsey,” a tear escaped her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

His lips captured her single tear, “It’s okay, Lily. It really is.”

She shifted closer to him, “I’ll tell them it’s all —”

Lindsey’s arms slipped around her, holding her tight, “Don’t worry about it at all, Lil. We’ll give them a few more minutes and they’ll drink away it ever happening.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I am, baby,” he squeezed her again. “I am thankful most for you, for us.”

“Me too…”

Fangs

Fri, 28 Oct 2011 12:54:13 +0100

Title: Fangs
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, mentions of Chris McVie, John McVie, and Stevie Nicks
Word Count: 3325
Rating: NC-17 [drinking, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Halloween, but Fleetwood Mac is on tour. Not that they're not going to dress up for it anyways...

October 31, 1979
Denver, Colorado

While she would never admit to being used to the glamorous life of being a part of the Fleetwood Mac inner circle, Lily could admit it had perks. Bearing her teeth, she admired the sharp, pointed fangs fastened to her teeth. After the previous Halloween party, hosted at her and Lindsey’s house, she knew that she would have to go beyond basic costuming to make an impact that year. Utilizing her modeling contacts, Lily had a pair of theatrical fangs custom-made. A brief stop at recommended dentist while Lindsey was at soundcheck was all it took to fasten them in place. She was certain her vampish bite would last through the night without problem. Hiding it from Lindsey had been difficult, but his preoccupation with the concert provided all the distraction she needed.

A knock on the bathroom door drew her eyes away from admiring her teeth, “Babe, you ready?”

“I need another five minutes,” she shouted back.

Lindsey sighed, “Okay, Lil.”

Leaning forward, Lily carefully outlined her lips with a dark red pencil before applying her blood red lipstick. She smudged a bit more eyeliner around her eyes before deciding she was in fact ready to join Lindsey. This time she was not going to hide behind her costume, she was truly going to be her costume.

She stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later. Before Lindsey got a good look at her, Lily bent over and fastened the straps on her stilettos. Lindsey’s intense blue eyes focused on the milky white globes of her breasts, which seemed to be about to tumble out of her black satin bustier. His eyes swept down her hourglass frame as she stood back up, pausing on the nearly waist-high slit in her long skirt. His lips parted slightly, seeing the top of her fishnet thigh highs with a red ribbon peeking out, clipped to the top to hold the nylons in place. His gaze continued down to her heels, softly groaning at the vision of her blood red stilettos.

As she stood back up, Lindsey’s eyes went to her face and he groaned, “Lil…”

She smiled slightly, baring her prosthetic fangs, “Yes?”

“Oh fuck me,” he moaned, seeing her pointed teeth.

“I plan to,” Lily winked, her long dark false lashes briefly touching her cheek. “But not until later, Brother Buckingham.”

He glanced down at his thrown together priest costume. Instantly, he felt underdressed and undeserving in acting as the immortal beauty’s escort for the evening. In fact, he’d rather just stay there and —

“Let’s go, Linds. They’re waiting for us.”

“Huh?” his eyes moved from her seductive mouth to her eyes.

“The party? The band?”

“What?”

“Lindsey, we’re supposed to meet the band at the bar for the Halloween party,” Lily spoke slowly.

“Can’t we just stay here and celebrate ourselves?”

Lily rolled her eyes, “No. Now come along.”

“But, Lily,” he groaned, turning as she walked by, “can’t we—”

“No. Besides, priests are supposed to be celibate.”

Leaning against the bar, Lindsey sipped on his drink as he watched his girlfriend dance in the center of the dimly lit dance floor. He did not mind her gyrating with the strangers, since he knew nothing would come of it. Besides there was something so erotic in watching her. He merely erased all the others at the club from his mind’s eye. All that mattered was his sexy Lily.

She had blossomed in the years they had been together. He no longer even saw glimpses of the shy and meek girl he first met. She was confident, sexy, and beautiful. While Lindsey liked to believe it was all because of how he treated her, he knew a lot of it had to do with her taking control over managing the band. She felt empowered within the Fleetwood Mac world. He was okay with that, as long as she remained attached to him, in love with him.

Finishing up his drink, Lindsey pushed away from the bar and headed directly towards his girlfriend. He passed by witches, angels, devils, and cats, but did not even glance at them. The costumed dancers seemed to part like the sea, perhaps seeing Lindsey’s intense focus on Lily. As she turned around with the music, her golden eyes met his a second before he pulled her to him and kissed her possessively.

“Hi,” she muttered breathlessly once the kiss ended.

Lindsey kissed her again, “Come have a drink with me, beautiful.”

With a glass of dark red wine pressed into her hand, Lindsey led Lily to small table in the outskirts of the club. Sitting close to her, he kissed and nibbled on her ear before whispering to her. She smiled and leaned closer to him, but said nothing as she sipped her wine. His hand caressed her thigh, carefully tracing the netted lines up her leg. As his fingertips reached the top of the nylon, Lindsey paused, waiting for Lily’s permission to proceed. Rather than telling him to stop, Lily captured his mouth in a kiss, gently biting his bottom lip with her false fangs.

Groaning in the kiss, Lindsey lifted his hand from her thigh and removed the half-empty wine glass from Lily’s grasp. After setting it carefully on the small, round table, he once more focused completely on her. His lips returned to hers, his hand caressed her thigh again. Ever so slowly, his fingertips worked up over the top band of the fish nets, feeling her silken flesh. Emboldened by the beer in his veins and her equally aroused reactions, Lindsey followed the red satin ribbon up the remainder of her leg.

Just as his fingers reached the garter belt band and he realized he had not felt any panties, Lindsey froze. A second later, Mick bellowed a greeting, pulled a chair over, and plopped down across the small table from the couple.

“Mick…” Lindsey glared at his bandmate.

“I kept trying to get close to get a dance with you, Lil,” his lust-filled eyes focused on her cleavage, “but—”

“Neither could I,” the guitarist interrupted. “But now that I’ve got her alone, here you are interrupting—”

“He’s fine, Linds,” Lily interjected, reaching for her glass of wine. “Where is the rest of the band?”

Mick shrugged, “Care for a dance with a fellow of the night?”

Her eyes dropped down to his outstretched hand but she did not slip hers in, “You hardly are, Mick. Just because you have pale skin and somewhat Victorian attire doesn’t make you anything of the night.”

“I’ve got the teeth too!” he declared, pulling back to reach into his pockets.

Both Lily and Lindsey watched in amusement as Mick fished out a pair of children’s plastic vampire teeth. They both laughed as he shoved them into his mouth and then smiled widely. With the teeth intended for a much smaller mouth, they made his appearance comical, not frightening.

“Hardly a prince of darkness,” Lindsey commented with a smile, waving a cocktail waitress over with the hand not preoccupied with caressing Lily’s thigh.

“Like you did anything more,” Mick retorted, plopping the teeth back into his pocket.

“Tell me,” Lily leaned forward across the small table, temporarily halting Lindsey’s caresses, “would you think me… deadly on a night like this?”

His eyes snapped to her mouth, “Holy shit, Lil.”

“Those are teeth,” Lindsey stated smugly as his girlfriend leaned back beside him. “What you have are toys.”

“Not to be obscene,” Mick spoke, “but I can’t decide if getting head with those teeth is dangerous or really fucking hot.”

Lindsey’s face instantly soured and turned red with anger. However, Lily interjected before her boyfriend could.

“Too bad you’ll never find out,” Lily declared, crossing her leg over Lindsey’s hand.

“Oh really?” his eyebrows arched up.

“Absolutely never,” she stated, briefly acknowledging the cocktail waitress as she cleared empty glasses away. “But I bet you could find someone to play with you tonight.”

“I don’t want to play with just anyone tonight.”

“Enough,” Lindsey’s voice cut through their interplay as he quickly jumped up.

Lily carefully reached for his hand, attempting to tug him back down, “Linds, relax. Mick is harmless.”

“Harmless? Harmless!? In all the years you have known him, how can you consider Mick harmless?” his eyes met hers.

“Linds, sit back down and finish your beer.”

“How can you—”

“Sit back down, Lindsey,” she stated more strongly.

“But—”

She glanced at Mick who watched the couple with a smug expression on his face while he sipped his drink. Waiting for the drummer to make eye contact with her, Lily attempted to motion him off with her eyes. The drummer would have none of it and remained where he was.

“Okay, fine,” she stood up as well. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“I’ll call for the car,” Mick declared, getting to his feet too.

Her eyes returned to the drummer, her hand still holding Lindsey’s, “The driver is off for the night. I told you that earlier. The hotel is well within walking distance.”

“But—”

“And we’re walking alone,” she declared, stepping around the small table, nudging Lindsey along.

Before Mick could protest any more, Lily led Lindsey away from the drummer. Not really feeling like returning to the hotel while negative energy surrounded them, she pulled Lindsey onto the dance floor. He hesitated only until Lily softly kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Within two songs with his girlfriend grinding against him, Lindsey all but forgot about the near altercation with Mick. His thoughts were once more occupied completely by the curvy woman in his arms.

“How do you do it?” he asked as she pressed her back to his chest, grinding her firm ass against him.

“Do what?” she leaned back, turning her head slightly so she could see him.

Lindsey quickly kissed her, “Make me forget about the world.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she responded before turning around fully to face him, her arms snaking over his shoulders. “I just love you.”

“Isn’t it against vampire code for you to love a man of the cloth?” he teased.

“I’ll stake any who tries to stop me,” Lily declared before kissing him.

Lindsey ran his tongue over her teeth briefly, “They really are beautiful teeth, Lil.”

She smiled, baring the pointed teeth fully, “I’m glad you like them…”

“I bet they cost me a pretty penny,” he chuckled.

“Oh like you care about that,” she responded, pulling away and leading him from the dance floor. “I’m hungry from all this dancing. Let’s head back.”

He stopped, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear, “So you can suck my blood?”

“Precisely.”

“Then lead the way, my mistress of the darkness.”

Passing by Chris dressed as a stereotypical black Mammy and John dressed as a Nazi officer deep in conversation just outside the club, cigarettes smoking, Lily said nothing to the ironic former couple as she pulled her priestly lover from the crowd. While she wondered where Stevie was, having not seen her inside for some time, she pushed it from her mind and focused on getting back to the hotel.

The wine seemed to finally hit her head and Lily wobbled slightly on her stilettos. Lindsey, who had gulped a beer down between the dance floor and the door, hardly noticed her state though his arm remained around her waist. He chuckled as Lily hissed at other couples as they passed, apparently completely into her costumed role. He loved it, enough to quicken their pace because he wanted his blood lusty lover to himself.

As they entered the hotel, he briefly noticed Stevie in the hotel lounge, sitting at the piano. Part of him wanted to head over and ask her what she was playing. But the rest of him was still focused on getting Lily up to the room as quickly as possible. He only allowed a glance at Stevie before following Lily into the elevator.

Digging through her purse once they reached the room, Lily retrieved their room key. Her fingers fumbled with it, dropping it to the carpet under their feet. With a slight smile, she bent over, purposefully pressing her ass against his crotch as she did so, wiggling it suggestively.

“Dammit, Lily,” Lindsey groaned, snatching the key from her fingers as she stood up.

She giggled as he struggled to insert the key before kicking the door open and tossing the key in the general direction of the mini bar. He let the door slam closed behind him as he tore off his priestly robe and tossed it aside. His fingers reached for Lily’s black skirt and pulled her back to him, tearing the skirt in the process. Rather than turn her around, he quickly and carefully pushed her down to the plush carpet.

Pulling the slit in the skirt around towards her ass, tearing it completely up to the waistband, Lindsey groaned upon confirming what he discovered at the club: she wore no panties that evening. With little ado, his fingers quickly slipped into her sex, stroking quickly to make certain she was as aroused as he. He wasted not a moment between removing his digits and thrusting his erection into her hot body. Both moaned at the contact.

After as few long thrusts, Lindsey’s hands left her hips and reached for her shoulders. Her back arched to accommodate his reach and her fingers dug into the carpet. Her moans became short gasps as he began to thrust quickly into her. She pressed backwards as she pressed her forehead to the carpet, slightly muffling her moans in that position.

Though he loved everything about their intense coupling, even the way the rosary about his neck swung and hit his body after briefly dragging over Lily’s ass, Lindsey did not want just a quick fuck with his girlfriend. Yet as this thought flickered in his mind, he felt the familiar orgasmic tension begin to build. He would not be able to last through a position or location change.

“Lily,” he grunted.

“Yessss,” she moaned, purposefully squeezing her muscles around him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and thrust deeply into her body.

A breath later, as he began to pull out, his orgasm shot down his spine and into her throbbing body. He pushed forward a bit more but ceased thrusting, emptying himself into Lily. Finally pulling out, his gaze briefly settled on her wet entrance, smirking as a bit of his dream seeped out.

“Oh fuck, Lil,” he muttered. “You didn’t cum.”

“Don’t worry,” she stated, pushing up to just her knees and twisting slightly to catch his mouth in a kiss. “I’m far from done with you, Brother Buckingham.”

“Mmmm,” he smiled into another kiss, “corrupt me all that you want, Mistress of the Night.”

Untangling themselves, Lindsey helped Lily up from the carpet. With a smirk, he removed the remaining tatters of her satin skirt. As he was considering whether to remove her black corset or not, Lily kissed him, ending it with a nibble on bottom lip, and pulled away to head to the bed. He remained where he was, watching as she stripped the blanket from the king-sized bed. Another smirk fluttered across his face as he knew removing the bed sheets meant Lily certainly had intense intentions for the rest of the night.

Turning to face him, Lily beckoned, smiling seductively. Lindsey quickly hurried to her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her deeply. As their tongues battled, his fingers sought to free her breasts from the confines of the corset. Pulling out of the kiss, his brows knitted as he struggled to figure out how to remove the undergarment. Giggling, she guided his fingers to the front of the corset, showing him the hidden metal clasps along the front seam.

Working down the metal clasps, Lindsey pulled the corset free and tossed it away from the bed, his eyes fastened on Lily’s breasts as they bounced free. Groaning, he cupped a breast in each hand and leaned down to kiss each nipple. Lily’s fingers tousled his short hair as he licked and sucked for a few moments before returning to kiss her mouth.

He guided her to lie down on the bed, but Lily quickly shifted their position so that she straddled him. With a smile, she began to kiss down his neck, pausing to nibbled and suck his pulse, her false teeth leaving dark red spots on his skin. She continued down, sucking and nibbling on his nipples while her hand reached down and groped his returning erection. Quickly stretching up, Lily kissed his mouth deeply before skipping down to his cock.

Sitting on his knees, Lily stroked his cock with both hands, letting her long nails drag over his veins. She tickled his crown, making him moan, before leaning down to lick his shaft. Her golden eyes remained fastened on his as she made certain to show her teeth as she licked him. The danger of the teeth coupled with the warm wetness of her tongue was driving him crazy. Seeing the look in his eyes, Lily pulled away from her licking briefly, grinned at him, and leaned down, sucking his cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Lil,” he groaned, his hips twitching.

Though she normally protected her teeth from biting down on him, this night Lily let her fangs gently drag on his sensitive skin as she slowly bobbed up and down on his cock. He moaned, his finger grasping her messy blonde curls. As she reached the tip of his erection, Lindsey used his handful of her hair to pull her away from her sucking and back up to kissing him.

“You fucking vixen,” he muttered before kissing her again.

“Don’t deny it. You love it,” Lily stated, her hand slipping down between them, guiding him up into her body.

“God,” he moaned. “I fucking love you, Lily.”

“Mmmmm, good. Because I love fucking you,” she stated, kissed him, and leaned up.

His hands squeezed her thighs as she began to gyrate and moan on top of him. His right thumb traced over her hips, settled over her sex, pressing and rubbing her clit. His left hand reached up and squeezed her breast. As he pinched her nipple, her body began to tense. Lindsey’s hands left their separate duties and returned to her hips, holding her stationary. With a smirk, he guided her up, his own body following.

Holding Lily up, Lindsey quickly thrust up into her squishy body. She gasped and attempted to sink down with him on each thrust, but he held her tightly. Eyes meeting as he continued to thrust up into her, Lindsey felt her body tense and squeeze tightly around him a second before she moaned his name. Pulling her tightly to him, Lindsey quickly rolled them and kissed her deeply before guiding her still-fishnet-covered legs to his shoulders.

Lily’s body continued to pulse and squeeze his cock as he thrust in and out of her. Gazing down at her face, her dark red lipstick smudged, Lindsey spied her fangs whenever she moaned and gasped. As her second orgasm began to clench his body, Lindsey grunted and pushed as deeply into her as possible. He released her legs, allowing her to wrap them tightly around his waist, keeping them connected and pulsing together.

“I’m giving up God for you,” he muttered with a smile before kissing her again.

“Welcome to the night, my love,” she smiled. “If you’re lucky, I’ll turn you before dawn.”

Lindsey groaned, “Please. I want to be yours for all eternity.”

Near to You

Thu, 06 Oct 2011 18:55:15 +0100

Title: Near to You
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood
Word Count: 2870
Rating: NC-17 [sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Lindsey's birthday, but Fleetwood Mac has a couple of shows, so there's no time to relax at home with Lily...

October 3, 1977
Los Angeles, CA

Waking late in the afternoon, as per normal after a concert, Lily carefully slipped out of the bed she shared with Lindsey and into the bathroom. With a minty smile, she silently returned to their bed and carefully pulled the bedcovers off of him. Biting her bottom lip slightly, her soft fingers reached for the waistband of his boxer shorts. Her gaze flicked from her task to his sleeping face and back again. Ever so carefully, she maneuvered his half-erect cock out of his underwear.

With a smile, Lily slowly began to stroke his penis. It quickly awakened to her soft touch, though his eyes did not flutter open. Once he was mostly erect, she leaned down and began to lick and suck him gently. Still Lindsey did not wake.

Frowning slightly, she leaned up from her boyfriend and shifted to sit on her knees. Her eyes focused on his face, wishing he would wake. His face remained completely relaxed, his mouth a bit slack. Clearly the man intended to sleep his birthday away.

But she would have none of that. Not only because she wanted to smother him with kisses and see his happy blue eyes, but because she woke up hornier than she had been in awhile. Blowing him had not woken him, so she needed to take more drastic measures. With a sly smile, she stripped off her borrowed white v-neck shirt and carefully straddled him. Her fingers rubbed her sex a few times, making sure her body was naturally lubricated. Keeping her eyes on his face, Lily’s fingers wrapped around his erection, holding it perfectly in place, and she slowly lowered herself down onto him.

Lindsey gasped and his eyes flew open, “Lil?”

“Mmm,” she grinded against him slightly before leaning down to kiss him. “Good morning, birthday boy.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. “You… you…”

“Mmmhmmm,” she smiled and kissed him again before leaning up.

With eyes still blurry with waking up, Lindsey stared up at his girlfriend. Her soft hands pressed down on his chest as she slowly began to ride him. While she had sucked him awake before, never had Lindsey woken up with her… fucking him. He thought he should feel violated… but instead he was immensely turned on. His long fingers traced up the curves of her body, settling under her breasts. As Lily shifted forward slightly, Lindsey’s hands let her breasts shift naturally into his palms.

As she continued to gyrate on him, Lindsey fully woke up and realized it was in fact not a dream. His sexy girlfriend was in fact fucking him awake. He had every reason to believe he had died and gone to heaven. But no, the sensations filling his body were real as were the soft globes he massaged in his hands and her breathy moans. She was the sexiest woman he had ever known. And he was ever so lucky she was all his.

“Lily,” he moaned as she changed her rotation and speed.

Her hands left his chest to cover his, gently squeezing his hands, “I love you, Lindsey.”

“Oh, baaaaby,” he groaned, arching up into her.

Guiding his hands to her hips, Lily stopped moving, keeping pressed up from him. Understanding her actions, he pushed up into her hot body. Moaning, he attempted a slow pace, but found it impossible to maintain as her breasts jiggled with each thrust. Lindsey thrust more quickly up into her squishy body, smiling as she moaned and grabbed her breasts.

Pinching her nipples, Lily held his gaze as her body began to tense. She gasped and moaned, knowing the end was near. Though she wanted to bring him ultimate pleasure as well, she could not stave off her own orgasm. As Lindsey kept thrusting up into her, Lily groaned his name as her body clamped down around him. She sank back down, not allowing him to withdraw his thrust at all, and returned to grinding against him. Her body throbbed and pulsated around him, coaxing him near the edge.

“Oh, god, Lily,” he muttered.

Completely wrapped up in each other, they did not hear the arrival of the car intent on taking them to the airport with the band. Neither heard the doorbell ring nor the front door open and their names shouted up the stairs. The knock on their slightly open bedroom door startled the couple, causing Lily to gasp and quickly move off Lindsey and cover herself.

“What the fuck do you want?” Lindsey demanded darkly, not caring at all that the driver could clearly see his nakedness.

“Mr. Buckingham,” the man quickly averted his eyes, “we are supposed to be at the airport in five minutes so that you may board the plane for tonight’s show.”

“Do you really think I fucking care?” he growled, rolling out of the bed completely unsatisfied.

“Um, sir,” he still kept his eyes focused on the floor, “the band expects—“

“I don’t fucking care!” he shouted, his erection deflating as his anger rose.

“But—”

“Get the fuck out of my house,” he stepped towards the man.

Lily’s hand shot out, grabbing his fingers before he jumped too far away, “Linds…”

His rage-filled blue eyes turned to her, “But Lily, he—”

“Forgive me for not realizing the time when I woke you,” she stated evenly. “Let’s get dressed and head to the airport.”

“But—”

“You have a show, Lindsey.”

“But—”

She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it gently, “Relax, Linds. I will make it up to you.”

He sighed, glancing at the empty doorway, “Lily…”

“I will make it up to you. Promise.”

Even though it was his birthday, no one dared speak to Lindsey prior to the show. Mick had barely spoken to Lindsey on the plane and was snapped at. Though Lily instantly apologized for Lindsey’s acidic remarks, the tension built amongst the band members. The show was destined to be a battle with the angst-filled guitarist. He was not playing well with the others at all, glaring at them if they did not follow his musical leads.

Midway through the concert, the setlist called for Lindsey to play his song for Lily. That was the first sign of any relaxation in his body language, especially since Lily made certain to be in the shadows of the stage near him. His blue eyes glanced over into the wings and noticed her. His body language changed and the song seemed filled with far more hope than the first singing of the chorus had.

Satisfied with his reaction to her presence during “Never Going Back Again,” Lily ducked back off the stage and went looking for the roadies in charge of the birthday cake. Deciding he had relaxed enough to surprise him with the cake, she instructed them to bring it to the stage before the final song. She then popped into the dressing room to check over her own appearance.

Once Lindsey finished telling Stevie once more that she could go her own way, Lily and the roadies climbed the steps up onto the stage. Mick noticed their presence and nodded, intending to stop the concert once “World Turning” concluded. If Lily deemed it safe to present her boyfriend with the cake she baked in front of the large crowd, the drummer saw no harm in it either.

And so he set down his drumsticks at the conclusion of the song. As Lindsey’s attention fixated on the lack of a drum start for the final song, Lily headed out onto the stage. Stevie stepped towards her microphone and happily greeted and introduced Lily simultaneously. Lindsey whirled around, his eyes settling on his girlfriend who proudly stood next to his microphone, a spotlight on her.

“I know he hasn’t mentioned it tonight,” she spoke into the microphone, though her eyes remained on Lindsey, not the audience. “But tonight is someone’s twenty-eighth birthday…”

Lindsey stepped closer and muttered, “Lil, what are you…”

Her eyes turned to the audience, “Will you help me sing Happy Birthday to Lindsey?”

The crowd screamed in response.

One of the roadies lit the birthday candles on the round cake as Lily glanced at the band. Her fingers intertwined with Lindsey’s as she led the entire arena in singing to the guitarist. At the conclusion of the short song, she motioned him towards the candles. With a crooked smile, Lindsey took a dramatically deep breath and blew out the random number of candles on the cake. He quickly embraced Lily with one arm, swinging his guitar to his side in order to hold her. His lips touched hers briefly, before she muttered he had to taste it before she’d let him finish the concert.

Leaving the stage with the cake missing a couple of bites, Lily waved at the screaming audience before disappearing back into the darkness. Lindsey thanked her once more, mentioning that she was the best cook he had ever known worldwide, and struggled to regain his footing for the final song.

After some teasing by the band, especially Mick, Lindsey managed to sing and strum his way through “Blue Letter,” though he really wasn’t feeling the lyrics in that moment. He happily ducked off the stage when the lights went down, searching out his girlfriend.

Without the burden of his guitar, though he would need it back shortly in order to return for the encore, Lindsey swept Lily up off the ground and kissed her deeply, “You are amazing, Lil.”

“No, you are,” she responded with a smile, kissing him again as he let her feet touch the floor again.

“How did you…”

She rolled her eyes, “It’s not hard to keep something like baking a cake secret from you.”

“But I would have smelled it…”

Her lips brushed across his once more, “Not if I didn’t bake it at home.”

“But…”

“Go give your audience an encore, Linds. And then I’ll give you one too,” she winked.

“Oh, gawd, Lil…”

“Go on,” she pulled away and gently nudged him back towards the stage. “Or do I need to drag you back up there?”

“I’m going…I’m going,” he declared, but kissed her again. “You are amazing.”

“Go, Lindsey. They’re waiting for you.”

“I love you,” he muttered before turning and hurrying back to the stage, a smile replacing his glare.

Had they not scheduled a second San Diego show, they would have returned home for a bit of a rest before taking the tour to Australia. Instead, Fleetwood Mac piled into limousines and headed to the nearest elite hotel. While Lindsey had reached for her, hoping perhaps to pick up where they left off prior to the concert, Lily pushed him away. Confusion filled his eyes.

“You stink,” she crinkled her nose.

He glanced down at his shirt and chuckled, “Yeah, stage lights are hot.”

“And other things,” she rolled her eyes.

She never had a chance to protest. The moment the door closed to their hotel room, Lindsey swept Lily off her feet and flung her over his shoulder. She squealed and wiggled, but he ignored her. Instead, Lindsey headed directly into the bathroom. Keeping his girlfriend, who no longer wiggled, firmly on his shoulder, he reached into the large shower and turned it on. With a smirk, Lindsey moved her off his shoulder and placed her directly under the spray of water.

“LINDSEY!” she shouted.

“You said I needed a shower,” he winked before kissing her.

“You! Not me!” she retorted, tugging him in with her.

Lindsey kissed her deeply, “Better get these wet clothes off then…”

Peeling off her wet dress and then shrugging off his own wet clothes, Lindsey pressed Lily up against the tile and kissed her passionately once more. She gasped as his hands went to her hips, hoisting her up from the floor. As he continued to press her against the wall, Lindsey struggled to get Lily’s heels off and toss them out the shower. He did not even bother to remove her nylons. Instead, he shifted forward with his jeans pooling around his ankles with the water.

Completely not caring about the current restrictions to his movement, Lindsey quickly thrust into her body. She gasped again, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She knew precisely what it was about and did not deny him at all. Rather, she moaned in time with his quick thrusts, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Only his kisses silenced her vocalizations.

“Oh gawd, Lily… I’m gonna…”

“Oh yessss. Lindsey, yessss,” she groaned.

A few more quick thrusts and Lindsey moaned, finally released into Lily’s body. She kissed his wet brow as he grunted through his orgasm. Ever so gently, he lowered her back down, keeping his arms around her so that her nylon-encased feet did not slip on the tile. With a kiss and a smile, they fully undressed each other and focused on working the soap into a foamy lather.

It only aroused Lindsey again.

Glancing down, Lily smirked, “Again?”

He chuckled slightly, “Yeahhh.”

She kissed him quickly, “Let’s order room service first. I’m starved.”

“Oh baby,” he groaned as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her. “I’m hungry but not for—”

“Lindsey Adams Buckingham,” her golden eyes went to his, “you will eat or no more sex for you.”

“Can’t I just eat you?”

She flushed slightly and quickly averted her eyes, “No. I’m ordering room service.”

While Lily ordered food up to their room, Lindsey kept trying to distract her. He held up her arm and kissed from her fingertips to her shoulder, before kissing down the other one as soon as she hung up the phone. She attempted to get away, but his arm circled around her waist, pulling her close.

“Lily,” he whispered in her ear before nibbling on it while his hand slipped into her towel. “I want you again.”

“I know,” she replied, trying to pull away. “But food first.”

“No,” he declared and picked her up.

Lily did not protest as he carried her over to the bed. His fingers tugged off her towel before laying her down on the bed. He did not hesitate to part her legs and begin kissing her sex. Whimpering, she attempted to close her legs, but his hands remained strong on her inner thighs. As his kissing turned into licking, her fingers dug into his hair and tugged, trying to force him away from the act. Hearing her moan, Lindsey glanced up and grinned, before returning directly back to licking her.

“Oh god, Lindsey,” she tugged on his hair again. “Stop.”

“Never,” he muttered between licks.

As her body began to tense, a knock sounded at the door. Lindsey ignored it. Instead, one hand released her thigh, allowing his fingers to thrust into her. Though his touch and kisses felt amazing, Lily seized the opportunity presented with the release of one leg. She quickly swung her leg over him and rolled away.

She bolted away from the bed, naked. Lindsey swore and struggled to get to his feet. Snatching up her towel, Lily covered herself before throwing open the door.

“Room… whoa. Helloooo, Lily,” Mick grinned, his eyes quickly scanning her barely covered body.

“Hi,” she responded, glancing at the silver tray he stood behind. “Where’s the—”

“I told him I’d deliver it since I was already heading here,” he responded, pushing the cart into the room without being invited.

“Because…?” she closed the door, turning so that he did not get the glimpse of her butt he was hoping for.

His eyes remained fastened on the terry clothe she held to her breasts, “Where’s your boyfriend? Isn’t he coming to his birthday party?”

Lindsey folded his arms across his chest, leaning on the doorway linking the bedroom to the living room in the suite, “I would rather spend my birthday with my girlfriend.”

Mick’s eyes left Lily’s breasts, “But it’s not a birthday without a party.”

He said nothing.

“Maybe I could join i—”

“Not a chance in hell, Mick,” Lindsey quickly responded.

“Aw come on. Three’s a party.”

“No, it’s a crowd.”

“But—”

Using the men’s conversation as distraction, Lily fixed the towel around her body before pulling the door back open, “Mick…”

He released the cart and turned to her, “You want me to stay, love?”

She rolled her eyes and pointed to the open door.

The lanky drummer headed towards the door. He paused and quickly kissed Lily’s mouth, before winking at her and exiting the hotel room. Closing the door behind him, she locked the deadbolt before approaching Lindsey. Seeing the anger and jealousy in his eyes, she quickly pushed up on her toes and kissed him softly.

“Come eat with me, Linds,” she requested softly. “Then I’ll love you until the break of dawn.”

“But he—”

“Doesn’t matter at all right now. All that does, is you and me,” Lily declared, kissing him again.

“But—”

“I love you,” her lips danced across his again. “Come, my love. You’re going to need your strength.”

Magician

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 02:09:40 +0100

Title: Magician
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey & Greg Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood
Word Count: 1620
Rating: PG-13 [cuteness, sexual tension]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Independence Day, 1983. Lindsey surfaces from his home studio to discover his girlfriend has plans for them that day...

Lots of spoilers.

July 1983
Los Angeles, California

Emerging from his home studio, finally completely satisfied with the mixing of his musical contribution to National Lampoon’s Vacation, Lindsey rubbed his eyes and wondered where his girlfriend and son were. Leaving the studio, he wandered about the house. There was a delicious scent in the air, indicating Lily was cooking something, but he was not entirely sure what. Deciding that was indicative of her location, he headed to the kitchen. Stepping into the gourmet kitchen, the room of the house Lily spent two months remodeling before she would move in, Lindsey frowned. Neither Lily nor Greg were present.

He turned to search the rest of the house. Motion outside in the backyard drew his attention and he stepped closer to the windows. His blue eyes settled on the pool. Lily stood a couple of feet from the edge in the shallow end, crystal clear water lapping around her waist. His eyes quickly swept her body, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth as he realized she wore a new dark blue bikini. His gaze left her body as she stepped closer to the edge of the pool, doing something he could not quite see as her back was to him. As she stepped back a minute later, he spied his two-year old son standing on the edge of the pool, bright orange water wings encasing his upper arms. With a grin, the young boy leaped off the concrete and into his mother’s arms. Lindsey could hear the boy’s peals of laughter as he continued to watch from inside the house for a few minutes.

Deciding to join the two of them, Lindsey quickly found his swim shorts and hurried outside. So focused on their little game, neither noticed his presence. Seizing the opportunity, Lindsey slipped into the pool at the opposite end, took a deep breath, and swam stealthily underwater towards the two. Surfacing behind Lily, Lindsey wrapped his arms around her before she moved to let Greg back out of the water. Both squealed at his sudden presence.

“DADDY!” the boy exclaimed, reaching for Lindsey.

Ignoring the boy for a moment, Lindsey kissed Lily’s ear before breathing, “You are the most beautiful mother I know.”

She smiled, leaning back against him, “Glad to see you do know there’s more to your house than just the studio.”

He bit her ear gently, “I do.”

“DADDY!” Greg shouted again, his hands up for his father.

Moving around Lily, Lindsey slipped his son out of her arms, “Hello, big guy.”

“I swim!” he proclaimed proudly.

“Oh yeah? You want to show me?”

“Uh huh,” the two year old nodded happily. “I need out.”

Understanding, Lindsey headed to the side of the pool and lifted the boy out. He followed his son’s directions and took a few steps back, his hands held out to catch him. With a giggle, Greg jumped into the pool, splashing both of his parents. Lindsey stepped forward to aid his son, but Lily reached out and stopped him. With a bit of wiggling and a lot of kicking, the boy made his way through the water to his father.

“I swim!” he exclaimed as Lindsey lifted him from the water.

“You’re amazing, Greg!” he grinned.

“Again!” the boy demanded happily.

Continuing with his son’s swimming until the boy was too exhausted to jump anymore, Lindsey led Lily back into the house, Greg falling asleep in his arms. Without any instructions from his girlfriend, he headed up to the boy’s room and tucked him into his bed for a nap. Returning downstairs, he once more searched for Lily, this time following his ears, not just his nose.

Stepping into the kitchen as she bent over to adjust something in the oven, Lindsey’s breath caught. The seat of her blue bikini slipped slightly between her round cheeks. His eyes settled between her legs, catching the slightest glimpse of her bikini-incased sex before she straightened back up and pulled the bottom back in place after closing the oven. Slowly, he stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist once more, and kissed her ear.

“You are so sexy,” he muttered.

She pressed back against him, turning her head to steal a brief kiss. Without saying a word, she wiggled her ass against his body, stirring fires already smoldering. He groaned and nibbled on her ear.

“Do you want me?” Lily huskily asked.

“Yessss,” he groaned.

Her golden eyes flicked to the clock, “We have an hour…”

“Until?” he asked, his hand slipping into the front of her bikini bottoms.

Lily groaned as his fingers slipped between her petals, easily finding her clitoris, “Our…. Our…”

“What?” he grinded against her body.

“Our party guests,” she managed to mutter when his fingers stopped moving.

Lindsey froze, “We’re having a party?”

Lily pulled out of his arms and turned to face him, kissing him deeply before responding, “I told you about it two weeks ago.”

“Huh?”

Her eyes went to his, “For the Fourth of July…”

“That’s like two weeks away, Lil,” he responded.

“Um, no,” she stepped away, forcing his hand to abandon touching her. “Here’s today’s paper.”

Stepping closely behind her, purposefully pressing his hips into her ass, Lindsey looked down at the paper on the breakfast table. Reading the date, he shook his head. It could not be July already. He had only just… finished the track for the movie. The newspaper had to be correct; he always lost track of time in the studio, even when making certain to slip into bed with Lily most nights.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

She turned around and kissed him, “Quickly, love. We need time to be appropriate to receive guests.”

He groaned and lifted her up onto the breakfast table, “As you wish, sexy…”

Sitting on the back patio with Lily in his lap, Lindsey laughed at some random story Mick told, not really believing a word of it. He did not know if it was the presence of children, Mick brought the girls to dote on Greg, or Lily’s moderation rules, but as far as Fleetwood Mac parties ran, this one was fairly subdued. Drinking had been kept even all night, only beers and wine coolers allowed. If anyone snuck off to snort coke, Lindsey had not seen them do so. Even cigarette smoking seemed to be restrained. Lindsey dared to believe he enjoyed the laidback evening, without even sneaking away for a toke or two.

Turning to him, Lily kissed Lindsey softly, “It’s about time to tuck the kids into bed.”

“Kids?”

“Do you really think I’m letting Mick drive his girls home tonight?” she asked softly, motioning to the drummer as he opened another beer.

“Good point,” he nodded, sipping on his own drink.

“But they were promised fireworks…”

Lindsey stared at her for a moment, “Am I supposed to do that?”

She nodded.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Do we even have anything?”

She nodded again and quickly kissed him, “It’s all set up on the drive even. I’ll go get the kids and meet you out there.”

“…Okay…”

Leading the adult contingent of the small party out to the front of the house a few minutes later, Lindsey sighed in relief at seeing a dozen firework cones set in place on the drive. He accepted a lighter from his girlfriend with a kiss, before heading to start the display. His blue eyes flicked to his son, who expectantly looked at his father, his mother’s arms wrapped around him from behind as she squatted. Feeling a sudden surge of nerves, Lindsey wished he had not left his beer in the backyard. But his son’s blue eyes could not be filled with disappointment. He could not let him down.

Bending over at the first one, Lindsey struggled to bring flame to the lighter. After his seventh attempt to coax a light, Mick tossed him another lighter. Smirking his thanks, he struck it quickly and lit the first fuse before stepping back. Brightly colored sparks shot up into the air, illuminating the front of the Bel Air mansion. He found the act rather contrary and yet welcomed it. It immediately dawned on him why Lily insisted he light the fireworks, instead of attending a display elsewhere or hiring someone to do the task for them. She embraced and celebrated normalcy in their celebrity-and-fame-filled life. He respected that.

“Come on, Linds! Light the rest!” Mick barked.

Shaking his thoughts from his head, Lindsey happily lit each cone after each other. His smile quickly mimicked his son’s. Lily’s intentions had been pure, as were the smiles on their son’s face. It made Lindsey love her that much more.

“More, Daddy!” the young boy exclaimed.

Lindsey looked at the pile of spent fireworks, “Sorry, bud, that’s all there is.”

“But, Daddy!” he pouted.

Lily stood, lifting him as she did so, “Wasn’t that great, Greg!? Daddy made all the sparkles himself!”

“Daddy yay!” he grinned, reaching for Lindsey.

Smiling, his eyes briefly met his girlfriend’s. He accepted his son and stole a kiss from her. Despite all of the trappings of being a part of Fleetwood Mac, with most of the band present, sans Stevie for reasons he did not know, Lily managed to maintain a normal, subdued party, and yet exalt him in their son’s eyes. He was no magician for lighting the fireworks like his son believed; she was for all her efforts.

“Lil…”

“Let’s put the kids to bed… and maybe some of the adults too,” she glanced around and chuckled. “Then you can tell me how great tonight is.”

“I’d rather show you,” he responded in a whisper.

“That will come too, Linds. That will come too.”