ISLAND OF KONG: Beauty killed the beast

Part 1: The storm

Eyes like fire met the deep blue of the ocean as Stevie Nicks stepped on to Fleetwood Mac's private plane, Lindsey Buckingham having already boarded and remembering the incredible sex they'd accidentally  had during the American leg of the tour; the band was heading over to Europe to wrap up their 2018 farewell tour though none of them were convinced that's what this was. Their "accidental" sex happened the night the American leg wrapped up and it involved some heavy emotions, passion, and love. Lindsey could still remember how she felt underneath his fingers and the way she felt around him, giving her the most heavy of climaxes.

Sadly Stevie and Lindsey had not talked after the night of their one night stand, this being the first time they'd seen each other since rehearsal to warm up for Europe. They both missed each other desperately and the ache for him was in her eyes, him exchanging the same desire in return. God was she beautiful  with her long blonde hair and curvy figure, skin soft as silk and lips dripping with red; he was just as beautiful to her with the pepper gray of his hair and slim physique. For some reason though Stevie was shy and with out words while she made way for the back of the plane, her little dog placed underneath one of her arms.

"Anything I can help you with?" Lindsey said as she fiddled around with the only bag she'd brought on the plane. His presence caused her to jump and he smiled, leaning against the seat in front of her. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

Her hand fell from the spot above her heart and she fixed the glasses on her face, sitting down and lightly returning the smile. "No I am good but thank you, Linds."

He noticed the change in her demeanor and it broke his heart, he loved flirting with her and the flirting was just not there. "Oh..." his face falling with disappointment, "...well you know that I would help you with anything so you just have to ask," winking.

"Linds..." sounding exasperated and placing her hands in her lap nervously. "We need to talk but I don't think this is the right time."

Looking behind him he saw the rest of the band, Karen, and pilot getting settled. "Anything you want to talk about you know can be done in the back room," speaking of the one bedroom the plane had.

"I'm afraid of what I might do in there," mentioned Stevie.

"I'm not," biting his bottom lip.

"Of course you're not," closing her eyes with a sigh.

After a few more moments after being reacquainted the pilot was expressing the need for everyone to secure themselves before take off, Lindsey sitting down in the seat across Stevie and tightening the belt. All he could think about now was what she had to say and he was afraid.

They took off in to the California sky and were then given the clear to go about the cabin, Stevie going to the single bedroom in the back of the plane; usually it was just Stevie to use the room but since Christine returned to the band she was another woman she'd have to share with.

"What's going on?" Lindsey followed her to close the door behind them.

Stevie was sitting on the end of the bed that was rather small but perfect for a plane their size, gripping to the sheets. "We've got to pretend that night didn't happen and we can't talk about it ever," looking up in to his eyes that now drooped.

"What do you mean?" sadness in his voice.

"You know exactly what I mean," she snapped but then apologized. "Listen, I can't touch you and I'm not supposed to - it's so hard to look your wife in the eye and greet her, to look at one of your children is extremely hard on me! To know that I let my guard down and let you in was wrong but I see that it has no affected you in the way it's affected me."

He sat down next to her and took her hand in his. "I've waited years to be able to show you my feelings, to give you what you rightfully deserve; you're so unhappy and I can see it underneath your smile but that moment when I touched you..." shaking his head, "...it all went away, you were no longer unhappy but glowing - you glowed Stevie but now I see that unhappiness has returned."

"Because it wasn't mine to take."

"Like hell it wasn't," letting go of her hand to touch her face.

"You are a married man and off limits to me," brushing his hands from her face.

"So you actually want to let what we started go? You want to let some beautiful thing between us disappear?"

"It's not beautiful when we're arguing."

"Maybe this time it wouldn't be that way."

"Oh get off it, Linds," scoffing at him, "...we are done and we will always be done."

"I can't believe you're doing this..."

"I knew this talk wouldn't go well but that's exactly what I mean when it comes to us, we don't get along unless we are in bed."

A large smile spread across his face.

"And get that smirk off your face because you know in a few years that's not going to keep us together."

"I've mellowed, Steph."

"That one night of being together does not mean that we are together or will be together, do you understand? I don't want to talk about it, think about, or speak about it happening again. Do you get that? I want you out of this room and to forget you ever touched me."

"Are you serious? Do you think I can actually stop thinking about you?"

"Please do your best," slipping off her shoes to slide up on to the bed and curl in to a ball. This was always a position she took when something she was fighting took over.

Lindsey knew how she was feeling and it was his instincts to make it better, trying to climb up on to the bed with her as she immediately sat up to show her hands. "I said you have to leave now, Linds!"

"But you need me, you need comfort."

"Not from you," slowly laying back down as she silently cried.

For Lindsey it felt as if his heart was just torn from his chest, this unwillingness to breathe or live flashing in front of him. "Don't do this, why are you doing this?"

"The sad part about this is the fact that you should be the one pushing me away with the family you have, not me."

"You know how I feel about you," whispered Lindsey.

"Precisely the reasons on why we shouldn't have done what we did, you can't stop once we've started."

"You had just showed me again that a life with you is all i've wanted."

"Dammit Lindsey, please just stop while you're ahead and go back out to the cabin!"

This was not over, not over for him at all but he did what she asked, returning to the chair outside the room to wallow in his thoughts of her.

Hours  in to flight and Stevie was still not out with the rest of the band, it left Lindsey antsy and on edge, incapable of sitting still as he went right back towards the back room.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Karen, Stevie's assistant mentioned.

"Whatever," ignoring her plea as he knocked on the bedroom door. "Stevie I have to talk to you."

Silence

"Stevie I would really appreciate it if you'd unlock this door," fiddling with the handle.

Silence

"What'd I tell you?" Karen said over her shoulder as the door then swooshed open.

Lindsey turned to face Stevie and his eyes lit up, her hair was puffed up around her face as she had most likley been sleeping. He watched as her bottom lip trembled and just as he was about to pull her in to his arms the plane jolted, a large bolt of lighting seen from outside the windows and thunder expressing itself after. Everyone was shook up and Stevie was now in Lindsey's arms, holding on to him tightly, though this was just the beginning of the storm.