Title: Fireworks
Characters: Lindsey Buckingham, Lily Walker
Word Count: 1,373
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Fleetwood Mac is on a one month break in touring in support of Tusk, allowing Lindsey and Lily to spend the month of July at home in L.A.



July 1980

With the brief, month-long tour of Europe in support of Tusk complete, Lindsey and Lily returned to their home in Los Angeles. He disappeared into his studio as per normal and Lily presumed that meant she was on her own for as long as they were in Los Angeles. Perhaps, having the month of July off from the band was not such a good idea. It was not for her to say. She would figure out something to do for the month, perhaps even spend more time exploring what could be her passion. She would spend some time in her garden and perhaps take a cooking class. Even though she had been with him for a few years, she still did not know how to spend time with and for herself. It was still so foreign, but she was trying.

Waking on the morning of July 4th alone in the king-sized bed, Lily stretched and rolled out of bed. She headed down to the kitchen, not even bothering to look for Lindsey. Avoiding coffee, as she was slightly nauseated, Lily brewed a pot of tea, one of Chris’s favorites, and shifted through the cupboards for peanut butter. Mixing peanut butter with bananas appealed to her for breakfast that morning and she was not entirely sure why. However, she did not question cravings any more, at least now that she had a much better relationship with food and eating. As she closed the pantry door, her teakettle began to sing – and then promptly stopped.

Lily glanced over her shoulder and her golden eyes landing on Lindsey as he removed her kettle from the stove, “Lindsey.”

He stepped over to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning,” she chirped. “You didn’t come to bed last night.”

He frowned, “I know. I’m sorry. I just had to finish something up so that I would be free today.”

Lily blinked, “Why today?”

“Because we’re going to a beach party,” he stated. “It is the–”

Before he could finish his statement, Lily bolted out of the kitchen and into the nearest bathroom. Frowning, he slowly followed her, leaning on the doorframe. He stepped forward as she sat back on her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Squatting next to her, he reached up and brushed her hair back.

“Lil?”

She shook her head, “Maybe it’s what I ate last night.”

He retrieved a washcloth and ran it under the tap before returning to her. Slowly he helped her to her feet and kissed her temple. She rinsed out her mouth and flushed the toilet. Eyes still filled with concern, Lindsey remained at her side as she returned to the kitchen. His eyes remained focused on her as she slathered peanut butter on a banana before setting it aside and finding a container of shredded coconut. Though he did not necessarily think what she prepared was a breakfast dish, he said nothing as she rolled the banana in the coconut before biting into it. Chewing on a mouthful of gooey fruit, she finished preparing her tea before slipping onto a barstool to finish her banana while sipping her tea. Lindsey did nothing but watch her for a few moments.

“Babe?” he uttered softly.

Her eyes flicked up to him, “Yeah?”

“Is this the first time you’ve had… a rough morning?”

“Um… not really. I’ve had a couple of rough mornings, I guess. But just since getting back here. Maybe I’m not used to American… life?”

He stepped over and kissed her softly, “Maybe there’s something in the water? It’s okay to drink the bottled water instead of tap water, Lil.”

“I… know. That just seems… wasteful.”

“Try that for a bit and see if it helps any?”

She nodded, “Okay.”

“Do you think you’ll feel up to going to the beach party tonight?”

“Of course,” she smiled. “I wouldn’t want to ruin anything you have pla–”

“Being with you is the only thing I truly have planned, Lil. We can just stay home and be together.”

“Let’s go to the party, Lindsey. Really.”



Holding hands, the couple strolled down the beach, away from the busy party. While Lindsey had bubbled about the party happily, Lily sank into the background. While she had gotten far more comfortable at parties, that night felt different for some reason. He noticed before getting drunk and therefore stopped drinking and slowly disengaged from the partygoers. Lily was pleasantly surprised when his arms circled her waist, his lips touched her, and he whispered a request to take her to find some place to watch the fireworks on their own.

They found a secluded location away from the beach partiers. Lindsey sat first, pulling Lily into his lap. His mouth nibbled from her ear and down to her shoulder. She giggled softly, attempting to push his mouth away. Lindsey did not let up, but kept kissing and touching her. Giving up, she turned around in his lap, straddled his legs, and kissed him deeply.

His fingers danced up her spine, finding the strings of her bikini top. Without pause, he tugged on the strands. As he tossed her bikini top aside the first firework shot into the air. Neither paid any attention to the shower of sparks in the air as Lindsey cupped both of her breasts lovingly, his thumbs tracing around her nipples. She continued to kiss him as she pressed forward, forcing Lindsey to lean back upon the sand.

With a smirk, Lindsey’s hands left her bare breasts and traced down her gentle curves. His long fingers cupped her ass, slipping under her sarong and then her bikini bottoms. She shifted on top of him, her legs parting slightly more. He pressed down, finding her wet entrance from behind. As Lily nibbled on his bottom lip, he pushed his fingers into her.

“Oh, god, Lindsey,” she groaned softly.

Her hand slipped down between the two of them, caressing his growing erection still hiding in his board shorts. Biting gently on his cloth-covered shoulder, she gently worked his shorts down. Lindsey guided her up, pulling her bottoms to the side. With little pause, she sank down on him. Their mouths met as she began to move on him.

Tossing her blond hair back, Lily sat up, her hands pressed to his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, their eyes locking. She smiled and chewed on her lip slightly, increasing her gyrations. As the fireworks in the sky increased in frequency, Lily began to moan and gasp. With a groan, Lindsey pulled her back down to him and rolled the two of them. He thrust into her, holding her gaze as their bodies melded together.

“Ohhhhh, Lindsey… I’m going to… oh gooood…”

He thrust deep into Lily, triggering her orgasm. As her body spasmed around him, Lindsey grunted and emptied into her body. Leaning down, he kissed her deeply as their bodies throbbed together. Above their heads in the sky, a myriad of fireworks exploded and showered down amongst the stars.

“I think,” Lily breathed, “we missed the fireworks.”

Lindsey kissed her again, “I missed nothing. You are all the firework I need.”

She chuckled, “That sounds funny.”

He smirked, his fingers tracing down her body, “It kinda does, but the sentiment is certainly true.”

“I love you, Lindsey. So much.”

“I love you too, Lily,” he slowly withdrew from her. “Let’s go home.”

“After you find my top,” she responded.

Lindsey pulled his shorts into place and looked around, “Shit. Where did it go?”

“I don’t know any more than you do,” she sat up, her hands covering her breasts.

“Fuck,” he pulled his tee shirt over his head, handing it to her. “You can just wear this. I don’t think we’re going to find it.”

Pulling his shirt on quickly, she held her hands up to him. Lindsey pulled her to her feet and kissed her, his fingers releasing hers to caress her face. Arm slipping around her shoulders, he turned her back in the direction of the party, where his car was parked nearby. In the sand behind them, her bikini top was embedded in the sand, the imprint of Lily’s body hiding it.