Stevie had no thoughts about not following him, no fear over who was watching as she followed him into the darkness of the side stage. It felt as though the world had stopped for her, everybody she stumbled past moved in slow motion and she could only focus on the sound of his Chelsea boots clinking against the concrete flooring of the venue. She didn't even know what it was she was feeling, she just knew that the power to control herself was declining the more she thought about his performance of Stand Back. 

God knows where he was going, she had been following his footsteps for what felt like an eternity, it was hard to keep track of him through the long, winding corridors backstage and she had lost sight of him long ago. She had to find him, even if it was just to ensure she got back to her dressing room because there was nobody around at this side of the arena. She heard the echo of a door shutting and so she moved from her small strides to jogging. 

"Lindsey!" she shouted, her voice bouncing down the lonely corridors. It was cold now that she was no longer under the warmth of the stage lighting, as she searched for any door she could, she noted the walls were cladded in the same grey concrete as the flooring and she wondered if even he knew where the hell he was. 

Lindsey stood with his back to the cold, hard wall of what he guessed was a storage room. It was dark, he couldn't really see very much. He didn't care. He just had to get away from her before he did something he would maybe regret. The intensity, the energy and the buzz from their performance was a little overwhelming, for it had been such a long time since he had felt those emotions with her on stage and he was sure that it would be so easy for those emotions to get out of hand. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes in an attempt to bring himself back down to earth. 

His moment of solitude and reflection didn't last very long, for the door he had closed not even thirty seconds ago opened and a beacon of dull lighting from the corridor shone through. His breath caught while he held his back to the wall as firmly as he could, watching Stevie walking into the darkened room. She sighed, slightly out of breath while she ran both of her hands through her blonde locks. Her eyes glanced over the room, noting that it must be a storage room, for it was full of flight cases which were used to protect various amounts of musical equipment that they brought with them to each show. 

She did a 360 of the room, her pivoting on the spot halting as she locked eyes with him. He looked absolutely petrified, he couldn't get any closer to the wall if he even wanted to. 

"What the fuck, Lindsey!" she roared. 

He winced, closing his eyes at the anger in her voice. He actually considered making a run for it again, knowing he could easily out run her if he wanted to. 

"Why did you follow me?" he replied calmly. 

"Why do you think?" 

"I-I don't know, I'm not in the right frame of mind if I'm being honest." 

Stevie raised an eyebrow, she was starting to feel agitated with how nervous he seemed to be. 

"Lindsey... you look... you look absolutely petrified. What-" 

"I am, oh Steves, I really am." he chuckled slightly, in disbelief at his own words. 

"Why? Lindsey, what is going on with you?" 

"Look. It doesn't matter. You need to go, right now...c'mon." he ushered with his hands towards the door that was slightly open. 

"I'm going nowhere Buckingham." she stated, walking towards him. He winced, the heels of his boots against the wall while she cornered him. 

"If you don't leave right now...I will do something that we will regret." 

Stevie furrowed her eyebrows, she knew exactly what was going on with him. The passion as he locked eyes with her on stage told her everything she needed to know. She felt it too, that unspoken magic that only they could share with each other silently had returned. 

"I regret nothing..." Stevie whispered, quite clearly having a dig at their recent conversations. Her hands pressed against the wall at either side of his shoulders, surrounding Lindsey with her arms while she stood face to face with him. 

Lindsey stifled a sarcastic laugh, his front teeth sinking into his bottom lip while he contemplated this situation. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. 

"You felt it, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice low. 

"I- " she whispered in return, her hands falling down to search for his. His fingers entwined with hers and he brought her hands up to his mouth, gently pressing his lips against her fingers. 

"I can't do this, Steves. It will destroy me." he mumbled against her skin. 

"Do what? We aren't doing anything... yet." she replied, determination in her voice as she stepped closer to him, he had lit something inside of her and she wasn't about to leave empty handed.

"I'm not fucking you." he hissed, the smell of her perfume was killing him. 

"That's right. I'm fucking you." she spoke gently, pulling her fingers out of his grip to press her hands into his shoulders. That was all it took. He let her press his shoulders back against the wall he was stood against, his jeans growing tight as blood rushed to his groin. He let out a breath, his mouth slightly open while she stepped into his personal space, hips to hips before her lips captured his in an embrace. 

A quiet moan vibrated in his throat, his hands at either side of his body as they just rested their lips together for a moment. Every nerve in his body ached, the yearning and the anticipation melting him against that wall in the dark room. 

"Then, fuck me..." he whispered into her lips. He could feel her lips curl into a smile against his, his eyes closed as he gave in to her. His hands slid up her back, holding her close to his body while his lips pressed into hers harder. Her smile faded, feeling the magnetic pull from his lips as her hands reached up to his hair. Her fingers slid up through the back of his head, his mouth opening for her. She obliged, sinking her tongue into his mouth while he gently groaned against her. The warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue as they breathed heavily, nose to nose. She wanted him, more than she ever had in her whole life. 

Her hands left his hair, sliding underneath his t-shirt, feeling his chest while their breathing became almost uncontrollable. She gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards until he reached his hand up to pull it over his head, their lips parting. It was the first time they had made eye contact, he carelessly dropped his shirt to the floor and his eyes held her gaze in the darkness of the room. Her hands reconnected with him, resting against his bare collar bones before she ran her fingers down his chest, resting her hands on his belt buckle.

She was going too slow for his liking, the build up was too intense and he wasn't sure he would be able to hold off like he was once capable of doing. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling his body from the wall she had him against to walk her backwards into the darkness of the room. 

"I thought I was fu-"

"I've changed my mind." he retaliated, lifting her up into his arms, her hands linked behind his neck while he walked her over to a corner of the room where a flight case was tall enough for him to be eye level with her once he sat her down onto the metal surface. Her legs wrapped around his waist, knowing exactly why he had sat her here. It was perfect. His crotch pressed into her and she started to work on the restriction that was between them. Her hands tugged at his belt buckle, pulling the belt loose around his hips before she gripped at the button of his jeans. 

"Does this make you wet?" he whispered, his fingers soothing the side of her face as she unzipped his jeans to find out that he had been commando this whole time. Knowing this piece of information drove her wild, she wasn't sure how she would stop herself from looking down there for the rest of the tour. Her hands pulled his denim jeans down his thighs until they were down to his knees. 

"Why don't you find out for yourself, Buckingham." she whispered, her hands drifting up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. He smirked, his lips pressing into hers while his hands worked on the sheer tights she had been wearing under her dress. He groaned into her mouth, the feeling of her legs something he had missed for such a long time. 

Silence filled the room as she wrapped her legs back around his hips loosely, his mouth overpowered hers and their tongues danced together in the darkness of that room. His hands slid up her thighs, his index fingers hooking around the front of her lingerie, the sensation of silk and lace enticing him. He shivered at the thought of the two of them getting caught in this act of pure filth. He would make her see stars, that he could guarantee as he slid his hand past her underwear to find just how excited she had become. 

"Fuck..." he moaned, his fingers slipping against the wetness of her skin. Her body reacted just as he wanted, her hips flinching with the sensitivity his fingers brought her. 

"Linds..." she moaned, her legs pulling him closer while her lips kissed along his prominent jawline. His mouth hung open while he pulled his fingers out of her underwear. He was ready for her, heck, he had been ready for her as soon as she had pushed him up against the wall. He gripped his hands around her waist firmly, sliding her closer to the edge of the flight case before his left hand pulled her underwear to the side. She smirked in the darkness, for he still liked to fuck her with her lingerie still on it seemed. 

His breath shuddered as he used his right hand to grip onto himself, guiding himself to her entrance. Pushing forwards, he sunk into her deeply and they both moaned in unison. 

"Ohmygod." she whimpered, he was rock hard and the angle from being perched on the flight case was perfect for the both of them. He closed his eyes, slowly pulling his hips back, he was trying to take it easy but the sensation of her wrapped around him was almost too much to bare. He bit his bottom lip, sinking back into her as deeply as he could, filling her completely with his length. Her fingers sunk into the skin of his back, her forehead rested in the crook of his neck while he tried to control how long he could hold off for. 

"Fuck, Steph..." he whispered, how had he forgotten just how magical this had always been for them? The intimacy, the delicateness and the passion that oozed while their hearts thundered against their chests. 

As he sunk into her again, he gently circled his hips, gaining a small cry from the back of her throat. Her mouth pressed into his neck, encouraging him as he continued to rotate his hips against her. She was no longer feeling the coldness of the room, that was for sure. 

"Fuck me, Lindsey." she whimpered, her teeth sinking into his skin. He closed his eyes, he was such a sucker for receiving neck attention like this, almost hypnotised. 

He had been trying to hold off from thrusting into her as fast as she wanted, for he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. To save his neck and his back from her teeth and nails he obliged, his hands rested on her hips, holding her in place while he pulled his hips back before he thrust into her, starting to build up a pace that would intoxicate them both. 

It worked, he was gliding in and out of her with such ease due to how excited she had been. The wetness was almost too much for him, the smoothness irresistible as he panted, his rhythm quickening with each silky smooth thrust. She knew he was close, her hands reaching for his jaw, pulling him to her face, her lips biting down on his lower lip. He groaned, his breath deep and hoarse as he thrusted his tongue past her mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, tugging at his greying curls until they were both reaching their peak. He came first, finishing her with a few long thrusts, the warmth of his cum was all too much for her and he could feel her climaxing around him. He hadn't felt that for so long and it mesmerised him still. 

He wasn't the type to just fuck her and then leave, no matter how much he wished he could do just that. The hazy feeling he felt left him slightly fragile, for he was still inside her, his lips still on hers while they breathed through their noses deeply. Her hands slid down his neck, feeling the sweat that had built up on his chest before her arms wrapped around his waist tightly. He didn't want to part from her, too scared of the goodbye that would eventually come as they pretended nothing had happened, to return to normal... for the fans, for their band members, for his family.