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.”