Title: Red Love
Characters: Lindsey Buckingham & Lily Walker
Word Count: 3625
Rating: NC-17 [alcohol, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Fleetwood Mac's Rumours has just been released and the tour is about to start, both of which are good reasons for Lindsey and Lily to spend a special holiday alone, without the band...


February 1977, Los Angeles

Standing in the entryway to his house, Lindsey directed the florists into his house. With his girlfriend distracted on band errands to prepare for the beginning of the Rumourstour, he knew she would be out of the house long enough for him to fill it with as many exotic flowers as he could. Armful after armful, the floral shop workers carried in bouquets and arrangements, setting them in on side tables, end tables, the fireplace mantle, dressers, and any other flat surface. Delighted with the display, he tipped the florists heavily and headed to shower and dress impeccably for Lily’s return.

With her car keys clenched in her teeth, Lily stepped into the house, flipping through the day’s mail. She separated out the bills from the junk mail, robotically stepping over to the side table to file the envelopes. Her fingers collided with a floral arrangement, making her look up finally. Gasping, her keys fell from her mouth and clanged on the tile floor. A few seconds later, the pile of mail fluttered down on top of them.

With eyes wide, Lily began to wander down the hallway, looking into room after room. A heady floral scent permeated the air, making her feel as if she were in some tropical locale, not her own house. She lost count of the number of arrangements by the time she reached the back room and she had not even considered going up the stairs.

“There you are, beautiful,” his voice softly spoke, drawing her attention from the lavish arrangement in the center of the dining table.

Lily turned to face Lindsey, breathing, “Did you do this?”

“Of course,” he stepped forward, his fingers reaching up to gently touch her cheek. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, Lindsey… it’s breathtaking.”

“So are you,” he declared before kissing her sweetly.

She flushed, “You… you didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes,” Lindsey kissed her again, “I did.”

“Linds…”

His lips brushed her once more, “Go upstairs and change.”

“What? Why?”

His thumb gently rubbed her bottom lip, “We have dinner reservations.”

Knowing better than to voice any dissent, Lily nodded and stepped away from Lindsey. She glanced around again at the flowers before slowly heading towards the staircase. Arriving in their bedroom a few minutes later, as she kept her pace slow to see all of the flowers on the walk, Lily’s golden eyes settled on the dress upon the bed. Without pause, she picked up the gauzy red dress and headed into the bathroom. She smiled again, finding two bouquets on the bathroom counters. Though she was curious, Lily was not going to ask why he felt the need to fill the house with all the flowers in Los Angeles. The reason did not truly matter, only the smile it brought to her lips.

When they arrived at the restaurant on the beach nearly two hours later, Lily nearly laughed upon finding another small bouquet of flowers at the table. She managed to contain her giggle and slipped into the seat, letting Lindsey help push her chair in. Seizing the moment, he kissed her shoulder and then her ear.

“Check the flowers,” he whispered.

As he moved to sit across from her, Lily reached for the flowers, pulling them close. She turned the vase around, her fingers following the satin ribbon wrapped around it. Finding a small card at the bow, she tugged on the ribbon, causing something to clang onto her plate. Ignoring the sound for a moment, she pulled the small piece of paper from the envelope. Confused as there was no writing on either side of the card, she looked up to Lindsey.

He reached across the table and picked up whatever had dropped onto her plate. Her eyes dropped down to his hand and she gasped. Held in his fingers was a simple white gold ring, a red heart-shaped ruby flanked by two smaller sparkling diamonds. Her mouth dropped open, words unable to form. With a wink and a smile, Lindsey reached across the table and picked up her right hand. He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed her fingertips before slipping the ring on her middle finger.

“Lindsey, it’s… gorgeous,” she muttered.

He kissed her palm, his lips touching the ring band, “Perfect for a beautiful woman.”

“Linds…”

“Champagne to toast my beautiful girlfriend,” he motioned for their server before kissing her hand again. “I love you, Lily.”

“I love you too,” she muttered softly. “I love you too.”


Looking down at the ring on her finger, Lily felt bad for not having a gift for Lindsey on that holiday. She had been so caught up in preparing for the upcoming tour as well as trying to keep everything organized with the album release. Handling the band’s affairs alone was enough work for two full-time jobs, not to mention the addition of expectations to be on Lindsey’s arm as he circulated the party and promotion circuit for the album. She had no time left to shop for gifts for Lindsey. The beautiful ring made that fact so much more painful.

“Linds?” she glanced over at him as he pulled into their neighborhood.

“Yes, baby.”

“I feel horrible that I did not get you anything when you took the time to arrange all of this. And this ring… this ring…”

“Lily,” he pulled into their garage and turned off the car before turning to her, “baby, please don’t. I know that you have been working four times as much as anyone should for me and for my band. This is… a thank you for all that you have done. And…”

“What?”

“Touring is not going to be easy. I wanted tonight to be about you, since it will become increasingly difficult for me to worship you as you should be worshipped.”

“Linds…” she flushed again.

“Let’s go inside, Lil.”

Back in the house, Lily was once more awestruck by the sheer number of flowers filling the house. She moved slowly through the rooms on the ground level, inspecting each arrangement, sniffing as many flowers as possible. By the time Lindsey’s hand found hers, to break her of her floral inspection, a dusting of pollen tinted the tip of her nose yellow. With a bit of convincing, Lindsey led her upstairs to wash the dust from her nose.

As they stepped into their bedroom, Lily once again stopped with a gasp. While she wandered about the house, he apparently decided to litter their bed with rose petals and light a dozen candles. He said nothing but slipped his arms around her from behind, his lips kissing her ear. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she leaned back against him, silently encouraging his actions.

Slowly his hand left her waist, gently moving up to cup her breast. Lily allowed his hand to touch her for a few moments before she turned in his embrace. Her glittering eyes looked into his for a brief moment before her lips met his. Lindsey’s arms quickly tightened around her, pulling her close, as he deepened their kiss.

Tentatively he began to urge her backwards to the bed. When she did not resist, his arms left her waist and scooped her off the floor. Lily giggled, but did not protest, giggling again when he laid her down on their bed. Ever cautious as he did not want to scare her off, even if they had been together for nearly a year, Lindsey kicked off his shoes and slipped onto the bed next to her. He kissed her gently, but kept his hand resting on her abdomen. Lily’s fingers pried his off her torso and pressed it to her breast. Leaning up from the kiss, he looked down into her eyes to be certain that was what she really wanted. Not seeing the familiar glimpse of fear in her eyes, he kissed her again and began to caress her breasts.

Lindsey’s mouth showered kisses on her face before drifting down her neck. Lily sighed happily, nearly moaned, so his hand moved down from her breast, hoping to slip up under her skirt. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, pressing slightly to make him lean up. Confused, Lindsey looked down at her, expecting to see panic fill her features. Instead, she smiled and began to unbutton his shirt. Surprised, it took him a moment to realize he needed to shrug it off once she unbuttoned all of it.

Lily continued to smile at him, her hands caressing his now bare chest. Lindsey remained straddling her for a moment, letting her touch him. Part of him wanted to see how far she would go. Silently answering his unasked question, her fingers wandered to his belt. Lindsey bit his bottom lip to suppress his sharp intake of air as Lily unfastened his belt and and slacks. She pushed them from his hips, but did no more. Instead, her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back down to her.

Her mouth kissed his deeply as he carefully lowered his body down onto hers. Unable to shift quickly enough to conceal his growing erection from her, Lindsey was certain she was going to push him away as his bulge pressed into her hip. He pulled out of the kiss to check once more if she was okay, but all she did was pull him back to her mouth, kissing him passionately.

His caution was beginning to disappear. She had removed his shirt. She had unfastened his pants. And she was kissing him with more fire than he could believe. Lindsey threw caution into the wind and both hands cupped her breasts as he continued to kiss her. When he ended the kiss, a happy moan passed her lips and her back arched, pressing her chest firmly into his hands. Though he liked touching her with the silken barrier of her red dress, he needed to actually feel her soft skin in his hands. Lindsey abruptly stopped rubbing her breasts and kissing her neck to lean up. 

Sitting on her legs awkwardly as his pants pooled around his knees, he guided her to sit up as well. They kissed again, his fingers seeking the back zipper. He fumbled slightly, the fabric snagging in the zipper, before growling into the kiss and ripping the closure apart. Hearing her gasp, his eyes snapped to hers, sudden fear that he scared her with his actions. Instead, she smiled and lifted her hands over her head. With a smirk, he tugged the dress over her head and threw it to the side. He kissed her briefly before his hands moved to cup her breasts again. Blissfully, she had not opted to pull on a strapless bra under the strappy dress and his hands cupped her bare fleshy mounds happily.

Lindsey held each breast in his hands as he leaned down to kiss them. Soft moans and sighs left her lips as he kissed, licked, and suckled on her nipples. Her fingers dug into his hair, seemingly needing that touch to keep from collapsing backwards onto the bed. Leaving her breasts alone for a moment, Lindsey kissed her mouth again, his hands moving to her back to aid in guiding her back to the bed. However, he needed to kiss, taste, and nibble more and soon abandoned her mouth.

As he worshipped her fleshy breasts, his fingers caressed her abdomen and her sides, itching to explore further down. Lily continued to moan and wiggle underneath him, no sense of fear imbuing her at all. His caresses continued down, gently crossing over the band of her panties. Kissing between her breast, Lindsey looked up at her face as his hand cupped her sex. Her golden eyes met his briefly before closing once more, her head pressing into the pillow as she gasped.

Smiling against her skin, he rubbed her pubic mound for a few moments before returning to kissing and nipping her breasts. Her legs spread more, allowing his hand to slip between and feel the moisture seeping through her panties. Emblazoned with courage at the sounds of her happy arousal, Lindsey nudged her panties aside and ran his fingers along her slit. She moaned loudly as he touched her clitoris. While they had actually touched each other before, he even bringing her to orgasm with his fingers, Lindsey wanted to give her more. He wanted to show her what true bliss could be.

Moving back up her body, he kissed her open mouth briefly, his hand still rubbing her sex. His lips kissed her ear a moment later. He smiled as her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his hand against her body, but also pressing his covered erection against her. His teeth gently bit her earlobe, hoping to draw her attention from his wiggling hand.

“Lily,” he breathed huskily.

“Yes.”

“Lily… I want… may I…?”

She gasped as his hand slipped lower, his fingertips teasing her dewy entrance, “Yes, Lindsey. Yes.”

Gasping he pulled away from her quickly. Before she could change her mind, his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. With a slight smile, she arched her hips up, allowing him to slide the garment down. It snagged on her heels, making him chuckle and quickly pull those off too. He quickly kissed her calf before hurriedly pulling the rest of his clothes off.

Kneeling between her legs, Lindsey looked up at his girlfriend’s body. One hand rested on her abdomen, no longer concave after a year of healthier living. The other draped seductively above her head on the pillow, her long hair in a tangle underneath it. His eyes held hers for a moment before his gaze focused on her rising breasts. Her nipples jutted up like perfect rosy peaks, pebble-hard from his kisses and touches already. He skipped past her hand, letting his focus settled on her exposed sex. With a trimmed patch of dark golden curls crowning her pubic mound, Lindsey struggled to decide if he was going to bury his face or his cock in her. Noticing a slick sheen on her petals, he groaned and leaned forward.

He kissed each breast once before meeting her juicy lips in a kiss. Her hand left the pillow to bury her fingers in his hair. Her other hand caressed his abdomen, drawing lazy circles downwards. Lindsey stopped kissing her and pushed up so he could look into her eyes as she continued her exploration. Her fingers traced down to his sex. Curling her fingers around his turgid cock, Lily gently stroked him.

Lindsey reached down and stopped her motions, “Baby, if you do that…”

“Lindsey…”

Releasing her hand, he groaned as she guided him towards her body. With the glistening tip of his cock touching her body, Lily removed her hand and placed it on his lower back. Lindsey’s eyes went to hers and he softly kissed her, his own hand circling his erection.

“Are you sure?” he muttered, gently rubbing himself up and down her body, coating his crown with her wetness.

“I want to love you,” she breathed.

“Are you certain?” he lined up with her entrance.

Lily nodded, “Just… be gentle.”

Lindsey kissed her sweetly, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Slowly he pushed forward. With his upper body pushed up from hers, both could look down and watch his cock part her petals and slip into her hot sex. He slowly withdrew completely, letting her see her own dew on his body. With a breathy request from her, Lindsey pressed forward again, inching a bit further into her. He did this a few times, pulling fully out each time. On the fifth slow thrust, the tip of his penis found resistance.

“Lil…”

Her eyes left their partial connection and went to his, “Does that mean…”

He quickly kissed her, “Yes, baby.”

“Will it… will it hurt?”

His lips touched hers again, “Just for a moment. But I promise it will not last long.”

“Okay… okay…”

Lindsey kissed her again. With his lips on hers, he moved in and out for a few seconds, trying to get her to focus on that sensation. When she moaned slightly into the kiss, he accepted that signal and pulled nearly all the way out. Kissing her deeply, his hands moved to her thighs, his fingers tightening enough to leave brief marks. He muttered that he loved her once more before quickly thrusting into her body. Lily cried out, her fingers slapping to his forearms. Her nails dug into his skin as he pulled back instinctively.

“Lily?”

“I’m… I’m okay,” she muttered, looking down at their connection again.

Lindsey followed her gaze, noticing the slight smear of blood on his cock, “That’s… normal.”

“Lindsey…”

His eyes went back to hers, “Do you want to… stop?”

“…no.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please… make love to me.”

Lindsey kissed her again and eased back into her body. Pressing a bit deeper into her, he felt her body contract around him. Remaining motionless, he showered her with kisses, his lips catching a few escaped tears. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Slowly he felt her body relax and begin to react to his touches and kisses again.

Gently pulling back, he waited for her to respond verbally or bodily. She wiggled slightly underneath him and her hands left his arms. Arms wrapping around his neck, Lily sighed, her voice filled with desire. She smiled up at him and he pushed back into her body. Slowly, he began to move and she began to respond accordingly. His hands left her thighs, allowing her legs to wrap about him as she wished.

Her sighs and moans became louder as her body began to arch to meet his. Lindsey nipped along her collarbone, his lips fastening on her skin briefly to suckle before skipping up to kiss her mouth again. He pushed up onto his knees and his hands went to her hips. One hand slipped over to her pubic mound. His thumb pressed in, finding her swollen clitoris while he thrust rhythmically into her virgin-tight body. Her hands slapped over her breasts, kneading them in concert with his movements.

A fluttering energy began to build inside her stomach. Her fingers lost ability to match Lindsey’s thrusts and merely just squeezed her breasts. Her heels dug into the bed, crushing flower petals into their bedcover, as she attempted to press closer to him. Lindsey read her body language, quickened his pace, and decreased the length of his strokes. His hand returned to her hip. His grip tightened on her hips, allowing him to thrust with full force into her body.

With a guttural scream of pleasure, Lily’s body tensed. She gasped, pressing herself towards her lover as her body began to quiver. Lindsey pushed fully into her, grinding and riding the waves of her orgasm. Once her initial spasm waned some, he thrust once more, triggering another flood of sensations from her body. Grunting, his body tightened and shot into her with great force.

Leaning down, Lindsey kissed her deeply as his body emptied into hers in spurts. Lily kissed him sloppily, her arms wrapping around his back, her hands pressing against his back. His fingers brushed her sweat-matted hair from her face as he kissed her again.

“I love you, Lily.”

“I love you too, Lindsey,” she breathed.

He kissed her sweetly again before pulling away. A soft gasp left her lips, feeling an instant emptiness when he withdrew from her body. Confusion filled her face a moment later as he disappeared into the bathroom. As she heard water running, fear and doubt quickly began to creep into her thoughts. Had their lovemaking been so horrible he needed to scrub himself clean from her touch?

Before she could begin to cry, Lindsey returned to their bed, a washcloth in hand. He glanced at her, but did not recognize the self-doubt in her eyes immediately. Instead, he guided her legs open again and gently pressed the hot, warm cloth to her sex. Lily gasped as he began to gently clean her body of their mixed bodily fluids. Tears trickled from her eyes at the gesture, something Lindsey noticed as he stood and cleaned himself with the same cloth before throwing it into the laundry hamper.

“Oh no no no,” he quickly slipped back onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t cry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“N-no. That’s n-not it,” she sobbed, rolling into his embrace.

“Baby, what is it?”

“No…”

“Baby, tell me,” he kissed her temple.

“I thought… I thought...”

Lindsey remained silent, waiting for her to finish her thought.

“I thought you were washing yourself because you were ashamed and disgusted by me.”

“What? No. Not at all, baby. I am honored that you gave yourself to me. I am blessed to be your first. I merely wanted to take care of you,” he stated.

“I… I know. I’m so ashamed,” she muttered.

Lindsey tilted her face to his and kissed her tears before kissing her mouth, “I love you, Lily. I am not going away. I am not going to just love you and leave you. In fact, I plan to spend the rest of my days loving and making love to you. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Lindsey.”

“Come, love, let’s take a bath together and relax. You’ll feel better after a bath,” he suggested, rolling out of the bed, and offering his hands to her.

Nodding, she sat up and slipped her hands in his. She trusted and loved him – and now completely belonged to him. She hoped that would be true forever.