Warning: sexual activities

The Buckingham home was quiet as it could be. The kids and his wife were asleep, having already told Kristen he was going to the studio to finish the work on Buckingham McVie. Lindsey jumped in his car, made a quick phone call and sped down the road. He arrived at his destination in record time, punched in the code at the security gate and parked in the driveway. He had been here almost every night for the past three months. He didn't care if he had to lie for the opportunity anymore. It was a compulsion, just as it always had been. He jogged up the front steps of the grand home and knocked on the door.

"Hey baby" he said, giving the owner a tender kiss on the lips. He tucked a long blonde hair behind her ear and she stepped aside to let him in.

"What did you tell her this time?" She asked, smirking.

"Studio to finish Buckingham McVie"

"No, don't say that in this house!" she says dramatically, clutching her chest. "You kill me with that every time!"

"I'm sorry, Stevie. To be fair, we weren't on speaking terms at the time"

"Couldn't you have changed it to something else?"

"Lindsey and Christine sounds like some country record in the bargain bin and McVie Buckingham doesn't flow either."

"You could have just put 'and' in there, Buckingham and McVie, and it would have broken my heart a little less"

"I would change it now, if I could."

"I know, my angel." she said, pressing her body against his and embracing him. She missed the smell of him, the feel of him in her arms even though they had just parted less than 24 hours prior.

"Let's not spoil the evening" he says, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded her agreement. "I sent Karen after another bottle of wine as her final errand for the next two and a half months, maybe longer."

"What's going on with that?"

"Oh, did I not mention it before?" She asks over her shoulder, trying to uncork the bottle.

"Only in passing. We were a little busy that night" he says, winking.

She blushes slightly. "She is taking leave and I've hired a temp that seems just perfect for the job. She's not Karen but she will do in a pinch"

"Such a diva!" he teases.

"Shut up!" She smiles, showing him she isn't upset. "So! Wine?" she asks, lifting the bottle.

"Yes. Pour me a hearty glass, mama, it's been a long day!"

"Tell me about it!" She says, sympathetically. She had her own set of problems to deal with. She fills a glass for him and one for herself and they sit back on her couch.

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Net-what?"

"We have got to modernize you, sweet girl."

"I have cable. Is that the same thing?"

"Kind of" he says, turning on her tv, if only for background noise. "Do you always have to have it on something about murder and death? Jesus!" She chuckles, taking the remote from his hand and flipping the channel for him.

"There's nothing that great on anymore."

"So you pay 200 a month for nothing?"

"I can afford it. What's it to you anyway?"

"Feisty, are we?"

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just so stressed out. With Karen leaving, even with the explicit instructions, I know there will be some growing pains."

"Of course but I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I hope so. What's going on, on your end? Anything I can help with?"

"You could be on my record and round out my sound." he says, flashing her a handsome boyish smile. "Sprinkle a little Stevie magic on my project"

"I told you, no way a million times."

"I know"

"I will not go into the studio for a year with you and get all riled up and angry then have to go on the road. We'll kill each other!"

"You're always so sexy when you get all riled up and angry though" he purs, nipping at her neck.

"Linds..." she moans.

"Come on, baby. Show me what you got"

"You know what I've got" she tells him, taking a big sip of wine.

"Remind me" He starts to unbutton her black chiffon blouse, kissing all over her neck and shoulders. "You intoxicate me..." he whispers against her skin. "I love you"

"I love you, too" She turns her head to meet him face to face and she kisses him passionately, running her fingers through his short grey curls. "Take me upstairs and bring the wine." He scoops her up and obeys her simple demands. He pushes the door open with a booted foot and lays her down on the bed. He rips through the rest of the buttons on her top, sending them flying in all directions. "Mr. Impatient" she says in a low, soft voice. She unbuttons his jeans, eases them down and runs her hands over his chest beneath his tee shirt. She yanks it over his head, pushing him to lay down on the luxurious white linens. She grabs the bottle of wine, taking a swig, then dumps a little onto his chest. "Oops!" She places the bottle back in the bedside table and looks him directly in the eyes, chocolate brown meeting stormy blue. She licks from his collarbone all the way down to his navel, the taste of sweet red wine mixing with the salty warmth of his skin. She feels him shiver beneath her and she smiles up at him. He reaches around her and unclasps her bra. She allows it to slide down her arms and expose her bare breasts. She sits back up and he pulls it the rest of the way off, tossing it over her shoulder.

"You're a goddess" he tells her, leaning up to kiss her.

"Uh-uh" she says, pushing him back down before he can even brush his lips against hers. He whimpers, aching to touch her, to kiss her. She grabs the wine bottle once more, letting a gentle trickle of the crimson liquid fall down the front of her body, splashing it into her skin with delicate fingertips. He watches her, mesmerized. "Taste me"

His eyes widen, her words echoing in his mind. Taste me. He gulps, sweat droplets forming on his forehead. Taste me. He is finally allowed to sit up, pressing his lips to her neck, letting the tip of his tongue tickle her like the soft touch of a feather as he follows the trail of wine all the way down to the top of her leggings. In one swift movement, he has her beneath him now and she gasps at his power. Her skillful fingers massage the lean muscles of his arms. Her chest heaves, enticing him. He takes an erect nipple in his mouth and she arches her back off the bed, moaning softly. He kisses down her stomach, stopping only to pull down her leggings and panties. He parts her lower petals, planting a kiss at her entrance. He looks up, watching her reaction. Her eyes are closed and her breathing becomes shallow as she waits for him to continue. She moves her hips a little, growing even more impatient than she accused him of being just moments before.

"Linds..." she begs. He sends a soft stream of cool air over her sensitive bud, causing her to moan. Her sounds are pornographic, over the top but he can tell it's not put on for his benefit. He loves that he can still give her so much pleasure after all these years. He slips back up her body, kissing her lips, massaging two fingers in and out of her. He plays with her damp folds, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her hands caress his sides, sliding up to his shoulder and finally landing on the sides of his face. She stroked his cheeks with long red finger nails, and he enters her. She sighs with satisfaction, spreading her thighs further.

"I could stay inside of you forever" he says, his sweat dripping onto her skin. He leans down to kiss her, forcing himself deep inside of her. Moving in and out of her is both bliss and torture because he knows that with how wound up he is, it won't last for long. He can feel himself creeping toward the edge with her. Her muscles tense around him and he knows she's getting close too. "Fuck" It's inevitable. He can't stop, he keeps going. Her moans grow louder, in wild syncopation with her breathing.

"Yes" she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Yes, baby."

"Mmm...Stephanie...my God" The apex of his orgasm overwhelms him, his arms and legs shaking as he fills her with his release. "Jesus...."

"Oh, Linds!" she wails, clenching around him. Warm fluid spills out from where they're joined and they smile at each other, crashing lips together repeatedly. He wraps his arms around her, pressing himself into her. The fact he was nearly crushing her, the full weight of him on top of her was both excruciating and euphoric. She kissed his sweaty neck and chest. "I love you" she whispers.

"I love you, too, angel" They lay in the afterglow of their love making for a few minutes, only to be abruptly pulled out of the moment by the vibration of his cellphone in the pocket of his discarded jeans. He looks at her and she nods.

"Take it" she says. He kisses her briefly, peeling himself away from her. He dives onto the floor to grab his phone before it goes to voicemail and he catches heat from the other woman.

A/N: I've decided to start writing a second story! I will be working on Wide Open Spaces as well as this new one called Storms. Is this interesting so far? Shall I continue? I will still be posting something everyday- Ericka