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.”