They sat sitting up against the headboard. They'd made love as many times as their bodies would physically allow them, now sitting in silence.

   Stevie held the sheet tighter around her, sighing. "I'm bored."

        "Me too."

    Her teeth sank in to her bottom lip, her fingers dancing across his thigh. "We could have sex again."

   "Steph, there would be nothing better than to fuck you over and over again, but I'm not in my twenties anymore. I need time to recuperate."

   Stevie nodded in understanding, falling against her pillow. "Lindsey I want to go out and do something, I can't stand being locked in this hotel room."

Lindsey shrugged, reaching over in to the nightstand with his free hand. She watched as he pulled out a container, shaking it. He opened it, Stevie instantly smelling the pot. She raised an eyebrow, Lindsey grinning at her.

"You wanna get high?" He held up the bottle with a cheeky grin, his eyebrow raised.

Her lips pursed, her head falling back against the pillow as she shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Lindsey smiled, rifling through the nightstand. His smile quickly fell, slumping next to her. "I'm out of papers."

"Well shit." Stevie starred up at the ceiling blankly.

"Oh!" Lindsey shot up, jerking her with him.

"What the hell?"

"I'll text my assistant, he'll get something." He reached for his phone.

"Yeah, rip my arm off in the process." She huffed, watching as he tapped away at his phone.

"Done." He set his phone back down, grinning.

"Well what are we supposed to do until then?"

Lindsey grinned, his hand creeping up her bare thigh. "I have an idea."

.............

    Lindsey Buckingham's assistant knocked on his door a third time, his arms crossed as he tapped his foot impatiently.  He knew very well what his boss was doing, having heard Stevie's screams as soon as he set foot off the elevator. He held the glass piece under his jacket, feeling ridiculous as he stood waiting.

    He pounded on the door this time, his patience running thin.

    The door pulled open, Lindsey popping his head out. "Hey! Did you get it?"

   Adriane rolled his eyes, nodding. "Here you go." He pulled out the large glass object from his jacket, Lindsey frowning.

    "What the fuck is that?"

   "It's the only thing they had."

    Lindsey nodded in acceptance. "Thanks, gotta go."

     He slammed the door, leaving his assistant confused. Shaking it off, Adrianne returned to his own room.

   Starring at the piece in Lindsey's hands, Stevie's eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck is that?" She repeated his assistants words.

         "It's a bong."

   Stevie rolled her eyes. "I know what it is smart ass, I mean, why do you have it? He was just supposed to get papers, or a little pipe."

   Lindsey shrugged, setting the bong down on the table. "It was the only thing they had I guess." In the time they were waiting they had figured out how to get dressed, which for Lindsey it included a pair of boxers. For Stevie, her robe with the arms tied around her bust to keep it from falling down.

   "I am not smoking out of that."

    "Don't be such a wuss."

    "Linds that thing will kill my lunges!"

    Lindsey smirked, pulling her closer by the waist. "I seem to recall us having an entire shelf dedicated to our bongs and you were the one who used them the most."

   Stevie rolled her eyes. "We were  in our twenties."

"Come on Stevie, live a little."

She watched as he headed for the sink; biting the inside of her cheek as she stood by him. She shook her head as he filled the bong. "You're doing it wrong!"

   Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "What?"

    "You're filling it too high, you try to smoke out of that and you're just going to get a mouthful of water."

   Lindsey shrugged, Stevie rolling her eyes. She took the bong out of his hands, bumping him to the side with her hip. Dumping out the water, she refilled it to the correct level.

   "You do the rest." She passed the glass piece to him, sinking down on the sofa. He grinned as he reached for the little canister, tapping out the weed in to his palm. Breaking it up, he packed it in to the bowl then searched for a lighter.

   Retrieving one from the coffee table, he sat back passing the bong and lighter to her. "Have at it Nicks."

     Stevie rolled her eyes, getting herself more situated. "You'll have to pull the bowl from me, I can't do it quick enough with my hand chained to yours."

     "I got it Steph." Lindsey grinned at her.

    "And don't let it burn to long, I can't-"

    "Stevie I know what to do." He cut her off.

    "Last time you said that I was high for hours."

     Lindsey smiled, the memory ringing loud and clear in his head. "That was a fun night."

    Stevie rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath. She pushed her hair behind her back with her free hand, taking a deep breath as she brought the piece up to her mouth.

    "Here goes nothing." She flicked the lighter.

.............

   The lights had been dimmed, the stereo turned on high as they sat slumped on the couch. Stevie starred straight ahead, her eyes wide as she listened to the music, furrowing her eyebrows each time a new instrument came in.

      "John Lennon is a fucking genius." Lindsey purred out, his head moving back and forth as he got lost in the rhythm.

      Stevie nodded in agreement, turning her head to look at him. It was as if she had moved in slow motion, focusing on Lindsey's face. She burst out laughing, Lindsey laughing with her.

        "Oh!" Lindsey gasped, his eyes wide. "You know what we should do!"

   "Hmm?" Stevie responded lazily, her eyes half closed.

   "We should start a band!"

    Stevie cackled, her sides hurting from laughing so hard. She shook her head as she tried to regain control of her breathing. "Linds...Lindsey I think we're already in one baby."

   "No, you're not listening to me Stevie!" He moved to his knees besides her, cupping her face as he brought his own face close to hers. "We should start a band."

   "Lindsey we already did in 1968"

   "Oh." Lindsey frowned. His eyes lit up again. "We should start a new one!"

    Stevie nodded enthusiastically. Both pair of eyes widened hearing a knock on the door.

   "Is someone here?" Stevie squinted her eyes towards the door.

"I dunno." Lindsey shook his head, not bothering to move a muscle.

The knock sounded again, the couple just starring at it.

"It's Mick!"

"Mick who?" Lindsey called out, raising an eyebrow.

"Mick Jagger." Mick called back sarcastically from the other side of the door "Who the fuck do you think it is?"

Lindsey and Stevie giggled.

"I have a key, and I'm coming in!"

"Albeit!" Lindsey called out, falling in to a fit of laughter. They watched as the door slowly opened.

Mick walked in to the room, his nose instantly scrunching up as he smelled the undeniable. He quickly shut the door behind him, smoke lingering and filling up the room. "Jesus Christ it's like the 70's in here."

Stevie laughed, Lindsey joining her. "Mickey what brings you buy?" She asked in a sing song voice.

"Are you two fucking insane!"

Stevie laughed again, her head falling back against the sofa. "Am I in trouble daddy?"

"In a completely different situation that would have been the sexiest thing you've ever said." Mick pointed a finger at her, Stevie laughing again. "Why couldn't you two have gone outside!"

"Well," Stevie said in her ' matter of fact' voice. "We tried to, but after the first hit we couldn't figure out how to open the door."

Mick rubbed his forehead with his palm, sighing. "You two have got to sober up."

Lindsey pouted, reaching for the bong on the coffee table, offering it to Mick.

Mick stood stone still, his arms crossed.

"Oh come on..." Lindsey teased him. "You know you want to."

Stevie nodded eagerly, starring up at him.

Mick looked between his two friends, sighing in defeat. He grabbed the bong from Lindsey and sat down besides them. He grabbed the lighter, flicking it alive. "One hit. That's all."

An hour later all three of them were sat on the couch, in a trance from the music that trapped them in their own sound bubbles.

"Jim Morrison is a fucking genius." Mick spoke out, his eyes half-closed. Stevie and Lindsey nodded in agreement.