It's Not Easy

I don't want you here

~2000~

Who would have really thought Fleetwood Mac would get around the idea of recording again? True, we were supposed to do the reunion tour, that didn't happen and I think none of us after that actually thought we’d start another album. Christine certainly didn’t, she said she still thinks fondly of us, but it’s just not for her at the moment. That leaves me, Mick, John and Stevie.

We talked about this every time the band got together for an occasion, but it took us much longer to really do something about it, because Stevie and I weren't completely over our loss and then we wanted to raise our children, we wanted them to know who their mom and dad are. 

Now it's not going to be much different, the band will stay in a rented house with a studio, so we won't have to think where to leave our kids and think about when the next time might be that we'll get to see them. I'm very excited, probably out of everyone I've been the one who wanted to start working the most, not because I'm sick and tired of being a family man, no. I love them more than anything and I'd sacrifice everything for them, it's just that it's time to bring Fleetwood Mac back to life.

~

Mick takes the key and puts it in the lock, twists it and the door to the band’s new temporary home opens. Stevie goes in first, then I’m followed by John and Mick. It’s nicely decorated, sure it won’t replace our homes, but it is lovely nevertheless. Stevie goes to admire the art, while we go around checking the rooms, bathrooms, the backyard.

“I’m afraid, there are only four separate bedrooms.” Mick announces as everyone gathers in the living room. “I’m not really sure why though. I think we’ve asked for more.”

“I think Stevie and I can share.” I put my arm around her.

"So funny, Buckingham." Mick says, obviously still annoyed about the lack of spare rooms.

"Why is it a problem? We have a room, you and John have rooms and there's one for Sara and Alex."

"And what if our wifes come visit with the kids?"

"Gee, they're all kids, they can sleep together and if that doesn't make you happy, we'll take ours to our bedroom for a night or two. We can go a couple of days without having sex." 

"Excuse me!" I object Stevie's statement immediately. 

"Oh, grow up." She says, but wraps her arm around my back.

Whatever problem Mick had about the sleeping arrangements seems to have been dealt with and he and John go upstairs to put down their things, which leaves Stevie and I alone.

I move to stand in front of her and circle my arms around her waist. "Hey..."

"I know that tone, Lindsey."

I have to laugh, she does know me pretty well. "Maybe I was going to ask you if you're alright with this? If you definitely want to record a new album?"

"Yes, I'm sure about it." I don't ask anything else, simply looking into her eyes as my hands travel down to her hips. "I thought you just wanted to ask me how I was feeling."

"But we can't be sure when we'll get to be alone..."

"Yeah, you're right on that one." I'm surprised when she slightly turns and lifts her head up to kiss me. I put my arm on the small of her back and draw her closer, we’re pressed to each other and she can certainly feel me below the waist. I see that glint in her eyes. I’ve never been with a woman as wild as her, she’s always been like that. I remember her as a teenager still, the first time we spent the night together… I thought I was a man, she proved me wrong and taught me things I couldn’t dream of.

I feel her hands on my back, pressing me closer, I don’t think that’s even possible. I devour her mouth, then settle in the crook of her neck and stay there for a while. I get a satisfied moan and grin to myself. A small voice in the back of my mind reminds me that our two bandmates are upstairs, but it's not like it ever stopped us before. I’ve got to have her right here and right now. She doesn’t let me of course, if she had, I would have asked what she’s done to my wife. Instead, she takes my hand and we run up the stairs to the bedroom.

She takes my shirt off as I unbutton her blouse then unhook her gorgeous lacy black (what a surprise) bra. God… what a feeling having her skin against my own, it's still the greatest sensation to me. We kiss again until she’s too eager to take off my jeans. I’m basically naked, while she’s only half. I tug on her arm and she’s on top of me. I soon flip us over and she’s at my mercy. Now it’s my turn to get her naked completely. My one hand is in her hair and the other is doing small circles on her hip. She nips my ear and that excites me, I forcefully enter her without a warning. I thought I’ll regret it, but I don’t when she meets my thrusts without any hesitation. 

We've made ourselves feel at home, I guess.

~

Once we got settled, I drove to pick up the kids from Sharon's, who we turned into sort of a part time nanny. It took some time for Sara and Alex to check every corner of this house, after diner they went to bed and fell asleep almost instantly, but because this isn't where they've lived since they were born, it didn't take long for them to knock on my and Stevie's room door once it got dark and quiet. 

I wasn't left with much to choose from and ended up on a couch that is in the same room. This thing isn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, a little short too, but it’s okay. I pull the comforter up to cover my shoulders, it’s a bit chilly in here and I like to sleep shirtless. From where I’m lying, I see Stevie’s hair spread out on the pillow. I would much rather be spooning her right now… It’s awfully lonely here.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. I hear her twisting and turning, we haven't not slept together forever. Few minutes pass. “Linds?”

“Mm?”

“You’re not asleep yet?”

“No. Apparently.” I’m certain she’s annoyed with me.

“Get in here, smartass. I'll scoot over.”

I laugh lightly. “I’m alright over here.”

“Oh. Well, then. Goodnight.”

I get up almost instantly and get under the covers beside Stevie. “I was kidding, nowhere is as good as near to you.” I kiss her shoulder and put my arm around her.

“Maybe I don’t want you here now.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I’ll hit you, Buckingham.”

“I’m prepared to fight you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, angel.” I smile and I know she’s smiling too. “Sleep tight.”