DISCLAIMER: I do not own Elijah Wood (though God knows I would like to have a little piece of him) or any other famous person I name in this fic.
There is an extreme NC-17 rating on this work, so consider yourself warned.
This is a story of love under the worst and saddest of circumstances, but it is the story of courage and devotion by the two people involved in those circumstances along with a little devine intervention. If you're into tear jerkers, this is it!
It is also a story based, in a small way, in fact.
This story is dedicated to Mollie Westfal whom we lost to brain cancer last October.
Mollie was my best friend, my mentor and always there for me.
She was a nurse other nurses tried to emulate, a devoted mom and a loving wife.
She was also an avid Elijah fancier.
This is for you Mollie.



Lily stood staring blankly at herself in the brightly polished metal of the elevator doors her mind numb. When the doors opened she stood there not realizing they had done so until they started to slide shut. She stuck her arm out to keep them from shutting, and then stepped into the elevator.

She was amazed that she didn't feel anything. It was as if there was some sort of dam between her head and her heart; a dam so strong it was holding everything back with titanium bands and girders. Why wasn't she pounding her fists at the unfairness of it all? Why was she so unfeeling about this? In reality she knew why. She felt like there was nothing left for her. No husband, no children, and now no options.

Lily Shepard at the age of 41 was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was still as trim and in shape as she was when she was in high school; a fact that never ceased to irritate the high school friends she still saw. At 5'6" and 125 pounds she was as youthful in spirit as she was in looks. She wore her light brown hair streaked and in a bed head fashion that had her friends teenage daughters envious.

At the age of 21 she met Eric Shepard while riding her bicycle in Central Park. She stopped to sit on a shady park bench to eat the lunch she had packed when he came and asked if he could share her bench. Lily took one look at him and fell immediately in love.

He was so handsome he took her breath away. He reminded her of Tom Selleck, with the same height, same build, and smoldering good looks. He told her he was a business major in his Senior year at Columbia University, and planned to go to work on Wall Street when he graduated.
She told him she was a nursing student and hoped to be a surgical nurse. He was taken by her beautiful legs, and twinkling brown eyes, that before to long he too was in love.

They dated for a year, and when he landed a job at a prestigious brokerage firm, they were married six months later. It was a wonderful time for Lily. Her parents had both died in an automobile accident when she was 16. and she had been on her own ever since. Thanks to the tidy nest egg her parents had left her, she was able to become an emancipated adult, and took the responsibility very seriously. Before she met Eric she was very lonely, having Eric in her life she felt was a wonderful gift.

Lily graduated from nursing school and went to work as a surgical nurse at the New York Presbyterian Hospital. She thrived on the interaction with the patients and their familys and as time passed she became a nursing supervisor, well respected by the doctors, nurses, and technicians.

From the outside observer the Shepards marriage looked perfect. They were a handsome couple, popular at parties for their outgoing and fun loving natures. They loved to travel, and visited exotic and exciting places once a year.

They enjoyed sex to the fullest, and had an exciting and extremely fulfilling sex life. Lily knew she had a high sex drive, and Eric matched her completely, always finding new and creative ways to keep their love making fresh. When one of them had to go out of town on a work related project or seminar, home coming ment turning off the phone, and the television, put some soft romantic music, and make love till they were exhausted. Lily loved Erics relentless passion at those times.

The only problem Lily and Eric has was, Lily couldn't seem to get pregnant. Lily was on the pill during the first two years of their marriage, when they decided it was time to start a family. They tried for a year and when Lily still didn't get pregnant they went to the doctor for tests. They were devistated to learn that Eric was sterile. Three times they tried artificial insemination, and all three time she would become pregnant, only to miscarry.

They found an 18 year old girl who wanted to find a really good home for her baby. She chose Eric and Lily. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl they named Carly. Three months after she was born, the birth mother wanted her back. They spent a whole year battling in in court to keep the little girl they doted on, but in the end they lost her.

After years of emotional turmoil, they decided that was enough. Lily found solace in her work, and Eric also threw himself into his work and lavished all his extra time on his wife. He was smart and savvy when it came to stock purchases and he made them rich. They bought a beautiful apartment in the Flatiron district because it was away from the general tourist area, yet gave them an incredible view, and they took advantage of all the city had to offer.

They traveled more often now, and it was on one of these trips they found The Angel. They were in Florence, Italy ad came across an art gallery that was selling everything in the store. Among the paintings for sale was a large painting of a very beautiful angel. Her wings were spread, with a slight smile on her full lips. Her soulful brown eyes seemed to look right into your heart and followed you everywhere.

Lily saw it first. She was walking past when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked at the painting, and was caught by that beautiful smile, and soulful eyes. According to the gallery owner, he had aquired the painting from a dealer who claimed that the painting was found among many old paintings. It was tested and dated to be about 250 years old and it was unsigned. That made it virtually worthless. The gallery owner said he felt the only thing that kept it from being destroyed long ago was the beauty of the painting itself, and it seemed to have a soul of its own. Eric and Lily were in love with her, and had her shipped to New York where she would hold a place of honor at the foot of their bed where she could watch over them.

In 1995 Eric started up his own brokerage firm, and moved into a large block of offices on the 98th floor in the south tower of the World Trade Center. On September 11, 2001, Eric died.
Nobody had to tell Lily. She was in surgery, when suddenly she was struck by a strong clear vision of The Angel weeping copious tears. It shook her so badly she had to ask to step out.

Right then one of the technicians came in to say that the World Trade Center had been hit by a jet, and to expect an overload of patients. From that point on she was so busy with triage; she didn't have time to think of anything else. When she saw the replay of the jet hitting the south tower, she knew she was right. His offices were right where the jet struck. His body was never found.

Her grief was so profound she took a month off of work, and most of the time she would hold up in her apartment alone, and occasionally drunk. She had no closure and that made it doubly hard. After 18 years of marriage she didn't think she could make it alone.

She had been home for three weeks when she ended up on a four day drinking binge. She was staggering to her bathroom when, as she was passing The Angel, she caught movement. She stopped. The image she got was The Angel frowning deeply at her. In her head she heard The Angel speak for the first time. "Pull yourself together." The soft melodious voice said. "Eric does not like you acting like this."
That beautiful voice managed to do what her friends could not. The next day she went back to work.

Her friends kept trying to fix her up with someone. It bothered them that she was all alone. She didn't mind being alone anymore. Didn't they realize she was in mourning? Now, two years later, just as she was starting to find desire and companionship she gets this news. How the fuck did she ever get so lucky?

She had been having headaches everyday for almost a month. They weren't really bad headaches, but because they were constant, it started to concern her. When her eyesight started to dim during the headaches she thought she should talk to one of the doctors at the hospital. Greg Murray was one of the top Neurologists around. She had known him for years. He ran a myriad of tests, and today she had been given the results. She was dying.

They had found a tumor so far inside her brain; there was no way to get to it without killing her. It was growing rapidly, and Greg told her she had about 6 weeks left. Maybe 8. At that time it would gradually cut off the blood supply to her brain, she would loose her eyesight, and shortly thereafter, die.

When he finished she started to laugh. He was stunned by her reaction. "Lily I fail to see anything amusing about this." He said closing her file. She could see tears standing in his eyes.
"My life has turned into a cliche." She said giggling. "Ive become Bette David in Dark Victory. Don't you think that's funny?" "Not particularly." He replied trying not to let the tears fall. "And if I remember correctly, Bette Davis was nominated for an Academy Award for that role. And that's no cliche."
Since then her mind was numb.

It had started to do some serious snowing so she took a taxi home, and tried to think of what to do next. But all she could think of was Elijah.
Now standing in the elevator, she couldn't get Elijah out of her mind. She had met Elijah almost four months ago in the craziest way, and since their meeting they had become lovers. She smiled at the memory of their first meeting.

Whoa... Very nice! Would be looking in every now and then :yay:

She has was on her way home from work when it started to do some serious snowing. She hadn't dressed for this kind of weather that morning, and she cursed herself for being so stupid. Now she was cold and the melting snow was starting to drip down her back. She had just stepped into the elevator and started up when she realized she hadn't collected her mail, or put her outgoing mail into the box. With a sigh, she punched the ground floor button, and started back down.

It was really starting to snow, and the footing was getting really bad. Elijah kept his head down and scurried along as quickly as he could. That's when he saw that girl again. She had been following him all day, and if he didn't step on it, she was going to see where he was staying. He had sub-let an apartment belonging to a friend of Orlando's who was out of town for six months, and he didn't want this strange girl following him there. When he rounded a corner and lost sight of her, he took of at a sprint. As he approched the entrance to his building, he increased his pace.

As he ran toward the door, he saw it standing open but didn't see the doorman. Fate was with him he thought as he plunged thru the door, but found quickly that it wasn't when he hit a patch of melting snow on the marble floor of the entrance. His feet when flying out from under him and he flew headlong into a lady just coming out of the elevator. He knocked her down and whacked his head on a marble topped table next to the elevator.

When the lady saw him hit his head, she jumped to her feet and came to his aid. It didn't knock him out, but it sure rang his chimes, and his head was spinning.
"Are you ok?" The lady asked, helping him to sit up; then she gasped. "Oh honey, you're hurt."
When he wacked his head on the table, it caused a split on his forehead close to his scalp, and it was bleeding profusely. She grabbed a tissue out of her purse, and applied it to the wound.
"Come on." She said gently. "Let's get you fixed up."

She helped him into the elevator trying to stem the flow of blood coming from the wound. He seemed a little woozy, but he felt strong, though his eyes were clouded with pain.
"How do you feel?" She asked adding another tissue to the already soaked tissue on his head.
"Embarrassed." He said glancing at her. It was then that Lily noticed his beautiful blue eyes, and how handsome he was. She laughed.

"Don't be. It isn't often that I get knocked down by handsome young men." He was blushing, and she had to stifle a giggle. The elevator came to a stop, and she walked him quickly to her apartment. The other tissue was starting to drip, and she was out of tissues.

Once inside she took him to her bathroom and had him hold a washcloth to the wound. It was bleeding freely now, and almost half of his face was covered in blood. She quickly washed her hands and put on some latex gloves. When she turned to him, she saw his face had gone white, and he looked like he was going to faint. She yanked open a drawer and grabbed a vile of smelling salts. "Oh no you don't." She said loudly as he started to sway on the stool.

She put a steadying hand on his arm then cracked open the vile and stuck it under his nose. He flinched backward. "Fuck!" He yelled . What was that?"
"Smelling salts. You were starting to faint."
"Oh." He replied rather sheepishly. "I guess I was. All that blood on my face sort of freaked me out."

She smiled. "Scalp lacerations are notorious bleeders. This one is right at your hairline. Let's take a look." She cleaned out the wound, with a warm washcloth, and got as much of the blood off of his face as she could. The laceration was less than an inch long, but rather deep. She was hoping a butterfly bandage would hold it close, but she could see it would require sutures. When she squatted down to wash the blood off his face she noticed him looking at her with those unbelieveable eyes. She smiled. He blushed and dropped his eyes.

"Well I got good news and bad news." Lij sighed. "What's the bad news?"
"Looks like your going to need a few stitches." She told him.
"Swell. Now I have to go back out in this snow..."
"No you won't." She interrupted. "I'm a nurse, and I can take care of you right here." The look on Elijah's face made her laugh. "I really am. I'm a surgical nurse at New York Presbyterian. I promise. My name is Lily Shepard R.N. Not Annie Wilkes.

Lij laughed at her reference to the Stephen King character.
"My husband used to roller blade, and sometimes he would come home needing sutures. Since it's something I do almost everyday, I started keeping all the supplies necessary for such an eventuality. The bleeding has almost stocpped, so if you would like me to, I'll take care of it for you. It's up to you sweetie."
"You never told me the good news." He said softly.
She smiled. "You're going to live."
"Well then." He said with more bravado than he felt. Let's get on with it."

Haha! Love this twist of fate that lets them know each other...

this is great!!
Can't wait for more!!
:cry:
I feel so sorry for Lily!!

wow this is really good, and really sad. I cant wait for more.

He couldn't believe he had been so clumsy. Knocking this beautiful woman down embarrassed him terribly. Then to top things off he was bleeding all over the both of them. He had to admire her bravery. She didn't know him, and it seemed she didn't recognize him, so she had no idea what his HIV status would be. To complete his humiliation he almost fainted. That really surprised him. He thought he was made of sterner stuff than that.

When she looked him full in the face he was blown away by how beautiful she was. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. When she caught him staring at her, he added to the great impression he was making by blushing. When she smiled she was dazzling. He was so embarrassed he dropped his eyes.

There was so much caring and concern in her soft brown eyes, he couldn't help but trust her. God he envied her husband. If she wasn't married he would waste no time making a play for her. He knew she was a few years older than him, but that sort of thing never bothered him when it was a woman who attracted him as much as she had.

She led him to her bed and laid him down cross ways. She tucked a towel under his shoulders, then laid a large blue paper drape that covered his head and down to the bridge of his nose. An open square patch exposed the wound. He could feel her gently cleaning the wound with some medicinal smelling antiseptic.
"Ok sweetie, I'm going to inject some Lydacaine here, so this will smart a bit."
"Ok." He whispered, steeling himself.

When she injected it, he flinched but made no sound. She injected twice more with the same reaction from him. She sat back and waited for the Lydacaine to do it's work. She noticed his hands locked together on his chest, his knuckles white. She gently rubbed his arm.

"Ok sweetie. The worst is over." She laughed. "I can't keep calling you sweetie, what is your name.
"Elijah." He said softly. He was so taken with this woman, he was becoming enamored. She was so gentle and kind, her hands so soft, he wanted to kiss them, entwine his fingers with hers.
"You have a last name Elijah?" She asked in a playful tone.
"Sorry." He replied smiling. "Wood."
"Well Elijah Wood, I'm going to stitch this for you, and then I'm going to make us some dinner.

awwww!!
Elijah has feelings for her!!
Aww!!
:love: cute!!

He heard her get up and then come back. He could hear music starting. It started out with wind chimes and a womans voice humming, when the stains of an acoustical harp followed by the sensual beat of drums then a deeper toned acoustical harp with a primitive beat. It leveled out to a driving acoustical harp mixed with various wind instruments.

"Lily you don't have to make me dinner. I usually go out or have something delivered."
"Not tonight, Elijah." "I doubt you could get anyone to deliver in this weather. Besides you took a pretty good blow to the head and I want to make sure you are ok, so no arguments. I'm going to start to stitch this now, so if you feel any pain let me know."

"Ok." He replied. "Your husband won't mind my being here?" He could feel her gentle fingers on his forehead and her warm breath in his face as she bent over her task.
"Oh he would insist on if he were here. But he died two years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was he ill?"
"Not a day. He was killed on 9/11."
"Oh Lily, I'm sorry. I can't even imagine how bad that must have been for you."
"Yeah, it was pretty bad." She didn't elaborate further, so he didn't pursue it.

The music that filled the room was unlike anything he had ever heard. It was primitive and sensual, and passionate. He loved it.
"Lily what is this music? I've never heard anything like this before."
"You like it?" She ask in a soothing voice.
"Uh huh." He was feeling very relaxed.
"This is Andreas Vollenweider. His White Winds CD. He is a combination I guess you could say, of jazz, new age and classical. Eric and I went and saw him four times. He's quiet the musician. His virtuosity with the harp is amazing. And if I had a nickel for everytime I got laid to "White Winds, I'd be fabulously weathy."
Elijah started to laugh.

"No laughing." She scolded gleefully. "You might make me drop a stitch."
" Sorry." He giggled. "You into jazz and classical?" He asked, thinking he already knew the answer.
"Heavens no. I love all kinds of music. So did Eric. He could put five CD's in the stereo and it would be five different types of music. The last show we saw together were The Smashing Pumpkins. Great show."
"You sound like me. I drive people nuts with my music. I got a CD collection you wouldn't believe."

She chuckled. "I knew there was a reason I liked you right off. Well there you go my boy. All done. I managed to close it with four stitches." She took the drape off his forehead and examined her work. She nodded. "Not bad. But you're going to have one big goose egg and a whopper of a bruise. It's pretty colorful already." She helped him sit up, and handed him a mirror. He looked in the mirror and his face crumpled. "Ah man they're going to kill me."

Work? Ahh... Love how the story flows

who's going to kill him?
:o I can't wait for more!!
^_^

The stitches looked great, but there was a huge lump on his forehead, and a purple bruise crept across his forehead that he knew would get darker.
"Who's going to kill you?" She asked with a frown.

"The director, the prducers, everybody. I'm an actor, and I'm making a movie here in town. Makeup won't hide this. The stitches look great, but this knot on my head stands out like a big red zit. All because some obsessed girl was following me."

He shook his head. She sat down next to him. "Maybe they can shoot around you till it heals. They should be greatful your ok." He sighed. "I sure hope so." She patted his knee. "Besides there's no point in worrying about things you have no control over. I'll put a bandage on that and then I'll make us some dinner."

She went into the bathroom to get a bandage. "So. Your an actor." She called from the bathroom. "What have you been in? Eric and I use to go to the movies every Friday night. Maybe I've seen you in something." She came out of the bathroom with the bandage, and applied it to the wound.

"Did you see the Lord of the Rings trilogy? I played Frodo." Suddenly she remembered seeing the poster of Lord of the Rings on the side of a bus, and thinking the little guy holding the ring had a very innocent looking face, and beautiful blue eyes. "No I missed that. Unfortunately I haven't been in a theartre since Eric died. I read the books in high school, and loved them. You played Frodo huh? What else have you been in?

"A bunch of movies as a kid. The Good Son, Forever Young, The War, Deep Impact."
"Yeah, we saw Forever Young. With Mel Gibson right?"
"Yeah." he said flinching a little at her probing fingers. "I played Jamie Lee Curtis' son."
"I'm sorry sweetie. She said when she saw him flinch. "I"m trying to be gentle."
"You're doing fine." He said softly.

"All done." She said stepping back to look at her handywork; then she looked at him. "To be honset with you, I don't remember you in that. Sounds like your doing great though. I do remember hearing that Lord of the Rings was quite successfull. I'll be sure to rent it.

He didn't know if he should be happy or upset. She really didn't know who he was. And her nonchalant attitue when he told her he was an actor surprised him.
Right then he decided he wanted to get to know her better.
"You hungry?" She asked. He nodded. She smiled at him. "Good so am I, so I think I'll get started."

"Would you mind if I went upstairs to shower and change my clothes?" The blood that had splattered down his shirt had dried and was turning his shirt stiff.
"Sure. But don't get soap or water on your booboo."
Lij gave her a wicked smile. "I don't usually use shampoo on that."
She laughed. "I'm liking you more and more." Her voice was sensual, almost husky with desire. He wondered if she realized it, and decided she didn't.

that was funny...."Sure. But don't get soap or water on your booboo."
hehehe!!!
That was great!

I sure do appreciate your encouragement, and kind words. :loveya: I'm trying to add a chapter a day. I have about 10 chapters on Word, and it takes time time to post it. :blink:
Be patient with me, and I'll get this posted a quickly as I can. :yay:



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Heh mutual liking?

Oh, I love it!!! So sad, but oh so good. Post more when you can. :yes:

After he left, Lily set about making a chicken and rice dish. It was a dish Eric loved, and his mother insisted she make whenever she visited. Once she got it in the oven, she went into the den and looked through the vast DVD collection. Eric would buy DVD's on line, and from stores so often she wasn't sure what was there.

Before she started searching, she went to the computer and punched in Elijah's name, and found his filmography. Most she heard of, some she didn't. One she knew was in the collection was The Faculty. One of the local mom and pop video stores was going out of business, and she found a bunch of DVD's tied in a ribbon as a Sci Fi collection. Since Eric was into Sci Fi in a big way, and there were a couple of Star Trek movies and The Day the Earth Stood Still in the bundle, she bought it. The Faculty was also there.

She put it in the DVD player and ran through a few scenes. At the end when Casey destroyed the monster and got the girl, she shut it off. She smiled at how cute Elijah had been in that movie.

She went into her bathroom and took a shower. As she ran her hands over her body removing the soap, her hands wanderd to her nipples. They quickly got hard under her hands and she wondered what if would feel like to have Elijah's sensuous lips on them. That thought sent hot sensations running through her. Suddenly she realized what she was thinking and pushed the thought away. 'Don't be a fool.' She thought. 'Your old enough to be his mother." She stepped out of the shower and dressed in soft jersey pants and shirt of pale green.

She had gone back into the kitchen, when she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the door she burst out laughing. Elijah stood there, a bottle of wine in his hands, a most gorgeous creature, with a huge knot on his forehead. "I'm sorry sweetie. You were right about that knot on your forehead. It does stand out like a big red zit." 'If I were 18 years younger.' She thought wistfully. She drew him in, and kissed him on the cheek. He smelled wonderful and looked even more inviting in a tight black tee shirt and Levi's.

When she leaned in to kiss his cheek, his hand stole around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. She was almost in his arms, almost surrounded by him, and the thoughts and feelings he was invoking in her made her quickly pull away.
"I hope your hungry." She said taking the bottle of wine. When she took it, his fingers stroked hers in a way that made her breath quicken. "Ravenous." He said in a very suggestive way.

'What did he do?' She thought. 'Take a horny shower?'
She didn't know how close to the truth that was. Once he got in the shower and started to relax, he started thinking about her. The way she placed him on her bed, her gentle hands and fingers in his hair, her breath in his face, her beautiful brown eyes, the way she smelled. He wondered what she would feel like in the throes of orgasm under his hands lips and body. He leaned against the shower wall groaning against the erection the thought produced. As usual he would have to take care of the problem himself. When she opened the door his body was still tingling from the activity in the shower; and as usual he was not satiated.

That was great!!
I wish I was 5 or 6 years older!!
*sigh*
HAHA!!
J/k!!
^_^

Lust for each other... Hmm...

Ah, very good!! Both of them wanting each other........I can't wait to read more!

"I hope whatever smells so good goes with red wine." He said folloing her into the kitchen. She looked at the bottle of Merlot in her hands.
"This should be perfect." She patted his cheek. "Thank you." He took her hand, and pulled her toward him. Her heart was pounding as he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace.
"Thank you." He whispered in her ear. "For being there when I needed assistance, and for being the warm, generous and beautiful woman that you are."

"And the way you smell does wonders for my spirit." He nuzzled her neck a moment, and when he pulled away his lips brushed her ear. She had to bite back a moan, because those thoughts and feelings were back with greater intensity. 'Why did he have to be so young?' She thought. He could be her son. She had to nip this in the bud.

She pulled away from him and held him at arms length. She was prepared to say something about him trying to seduce her when she saw the look on his face. It was so full of tenderness and desire she had to turn away afraid that he would see her feelings she was sure were plain on her face
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"It must be my perfume." She walked over to the oven and looked in. "Just about ready." She tried to avoid his gaze as she set about to make a salad. Finally she looked up at him and said.
"So tell me, what's this movie you're currently working on about?"

"I play a private eye who is hired to track down a girl who has been missing for ten years. There are some supernatuaral elements involved, but that's pretty much all I can tell you at this point. The director and the writers are constantly at each others throats on how this movie should be made, so I never know what I'm in for from day to day. It's crazy. I'll be surprised if this thing even gets finished." He frowned. "Lily, why are you so nervous?"

She was fumbling around, dropping things, and biting her lower lip. She looked up at him and smiled.
"It's been a long time since I've had a handsome man in my kitchen eating what I prepare. He shook his head.
"You seem different to me. The person who stitched my head is different from the person who is making dinner for me." The look on his face was so sweet and trusting she couldn't help but feel more relaxed.

"The nurse who stitched your head was Nurse Ratchett, I'm just plain Lily, ordinary woman." Elijah scoffed.
"Nurse Ratchett my ass. Do you know how much about you I have come to know in this short time we've known each other, Lily? One thing I know for certain is that you're not ordinary. You were passionately in love with your husband when he died, and since then you've buried yourself in your work to keep the pain at bay.

And there has been no one in your life since then, and that thought makes me sad. How far off am I?" Because what he said touched her to the core of her soul, she couldn't speak the tears were so close, so she tapped her nose. He nodded. "I thought so. You want to know how I know that?" She nodded. "Being observant. The tone of your voice when you talk about Eric, things I see here in your home, and the..." "Elijah." She interrupted holding up her hand. "Sweetie, do you mind if we talk about something else?"

He smiled. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?" He said sitting down at the counter.
"Tell me about your Lord of the Rings experience. I bet you have a lot to tell about that."
Without much encouragement he talked. He told her how it was a life changing experience for him, the life long friends he made, the beauty of New Zealand. He was telling her a story about how he and Sean were in a scene where Elijah was having trouble getting the words out. He and Sean had gotten the giggles so bad, they had to break for lunch early much to Peter Jackson's dismay. She broke in.

"Do you want to eat in here, or in the dining room?"
"In here seems so much more at home to me." He replied. He got up and took the dishes out of her hand to set the table for her. She could tell it was an automatic reaction on his part.
"You must set the table at home." She said with a smile.
"Yeah I do. Something my mom always made one of us do. Even now. Must be force of habit."

She loved how he was so at home with her. He obviously felt comfortable with her.
Not only was he comfortable with her, he loved the fact that she had no preconceived ideas about him because he was famous. She like him for him. It was such an uncommon thing in his life, that he relished her attention. He talked while they ate, and he found she was a great listener. He couldn't remember just sitting and relaxing with a woman he felt really comfortable with since Franka.

The food was excellent, and the conversation flowed as easily as the wine. He noticed her smiling at him. He smiled back.
"What?"
"You're very passionate about your career." She said pouring more wine. "And you have a maturity and an intelligence about you that is so uncommon for someone as young as you are." He smiled.
"Thank you. But now it's your turn."

"My turn for what?" She asked taking a sip of her wine.
"Your turn to tell me about your job. Nurses, cops and EMT's always have the best stories about the weird stuff they see everyday. You must have one that really stands out in your mind. He smiled expectantly.

"Well I do have one, but every time I tell it no one believes me because the circumstances are so ridiculous. And because I always end up laughing everybody thinks I made it up. It's one of those stories that is so awful that you have to laugh. Know what I mean?" He nodded.
"Oh boy I can't wait."

He had an expectant little boy look about him right now that made him look a little dorky. Elijah, Lily was beginning to find, was a real study in contrasts. One minute he could look really nerdy, the next very handsome, the next he would look at you with those blue eyes and a smoldering sensuality that made Lily want to throw him on the table and have her way with him. She dimpled at her randy thoughts, but resolutely pushed them away. With an enthusiastic look from Elijah she started her ER horror story.

that was a great chapter!
^_^
They sound like they would be a sweet couple, even if their ages are different!!
That was great!!
I can't wait for more!!

A notation on the next chapter.

This is a true story you are about to read. It happened about 6 months ago, and I had switched with another nurse who was going to London for a month. The only difference in the story is these guys were tending a pot farm planted among the redwoods in the mountains. You will either be horrified or you will find it as funny as most people do.:eeek:
It was an experience I will never forget. :rolleyes:





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"This one month I switched rotations with a friend of mine because she was going to London for a month, and they needed a supervisior to cover the ER on swing shift. This one evening we were sitting around laughing and drinking coffee because it was really slow. We relish those times because in the city that never sleeps, they are very few.

One of the techs saw this really dirty drunk come staggering in. What looked like dirt from afar turned out to be blood. We went out to him, and you didn't dare light a match he reeked so badly of alcohol. He kept telling us there was something wrong with his friend, because he wouldn't talk to him. He said his friend was in his truck.

So Alan, one of the orderlies and I went out with a gurney thinking we would bring him in and see what we could do for him. When I opened the door of the truck there was this body sitting in the passengers seat with his hands neatly folded in his lap without a head." Lily grinned at the look of horror on Elijah's face.

"Needless to say the cab was covered in blood, and we just stood there looking at this headless corpse. Finally Alan says just as seriously as can be, 'Well no wonder he wouldn't talk to him.'"
Both Lily and Elijah burst out laughing. "Alan and I just looked at each other and started laughing like maniacs. Then a doctor comes out to see what was going on, took one look at our headless patient and threw up on his shoes. "A doctor!"

Elijah was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face. Lily was laughing as hard at Elijah as she was at the memory of that night. Elijah had the most insane giggle. "Oh my God." Lij choked out. "Did you ever find out what happened?" Lily nodded. "It gets even funnier.

We called the police because we didn't know if it was a crime scene or what. When the cops got there, they asked the guy who brought him in where the guys head was because they couldn't find it. The driver swore his friend had his head when they left his house." That sent Lij in to more fits of laughing.

"When they were done investigating, they took the body to the morgue, and started to tow the truck away. That's when they found the head. It was in the bed of the truck in a box, and it had a small part of a tree limb stuck in it. Come to find out these guys were up in the hills attending a still they had up there.

They heard noises, and of course being paranoid drunks they thought it was the cops, hopped in the truck and took off. The cops and the coroner figured that at some time during their desperate getaway, the guy stuck his head out the window and got it lopped off by a large tree branch, and the head ended up in the bed of the truck, where it rolled into a box.

I think that was the funniest thing that ever happened. Or the grossest. What ever your point of view is. Elijah was still laughing wiping tears off his face.
"You tell that so well." He said still sputtering with giggles. "And you're very beautiful when you laugh. I bet you have every doctor in the hospital chasing you."
She shook her head. "I don't date doctors, male nurses, or anybody else in the medical profession. The old saying of 'Don't shit where you eat' is so true.

"What about you?" She said smiling. "You have yet to mention a love life, any special girl?" A look of pain flit across his face and was gone. "No not really. I had one for a while, but out careers were at odds with each other, so.." He shrugged. I get so busy, I find I just don't have the time." "You can get lonely being that busy." She said with a knowing smile.

"I do get lonely." He admittled with a touch of sadness in his voice. "I miss the companionship, and all that goes into a relationship. But mostly I miss just being able to touch a woman, and have her touch me. Waking up next to her in the morning." Suddenly he realized what he was saying and to who. "I'm sorry Lily. This wine is giving me loose lips." She smiled then leaned over and took his hand. "Don't apologize, Elijah. Believe me I understand."

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Do you know how kind and beautiful you are? I haven't felt this relaxed with a female in a very long time. I really miss it." Lily took his hand and laid it against her cheek. "Thank you sweetie. It's nice when a woman my age still has a handsome young man tell her that."

He frowned. "Come on Lily. Your not that much older than I am. What are you 34-35?" She laughed. "Oh Elijah come on. There's no way I look that young. I'm 41. Old enough to be your mother." She said in a cracked old woman voice. He sat there stunned. He was being honest when he guessed her age.

"You aren't."
She nodded. "I turned 41 last August. Want to see my drivers license?"
"No." He said incredulous. "I believe you. And I wasn't giving you a line of bull about your age." He was looking at her with such longing she was afraid she would blush, so she got up and started to clear the table. He picked up the remaining dishes and followed her to the sink. He set the dishes in the sink, as she started to load the dishwasher.

They worked in silence, he handed her the dishes while she loaded. The silence was killing him. She was so desirable. and he wanted her to know that. He wanted her to know her age meant nothing to him. In fact it made him want her all the more. She turned to wipe the table off when he caught her hand, and turned her toward him. He pulled her to him, she didn't resist.

"Lily." He said softly looking into her eyes. "I want you to know I meant it when I said I haven't been this comfortable with a woman in a long time. Nor have I been with a woman who wanted to be with me Elijah Wood the person, not Elijah Wood the actor. You have no idea what that means to me. I don't care how old you are, that means nothing to me. Why is there this double standard when it comes to age differences for a younger guy, and an older woman? It's stupid."

Suddenly she realized she would have to rethink this whole thing. She was aching to have someone in her life again, and he was right. Why should the age difference matter. But she refused to rush into anything.
She laid her hand on his cheek. "Elijah. You don't know how wonderful it is to know that you feel that way. And I can see in your eyes your desire. But I have never been one to rush into anything. If you can be patient with me and let me get use to the idea, let's see where it goes." He smiled and kissed her lightly. "I can do that." He said softly stroking her face.

Jeez that's grossly funny! (lol)


Anyway :love: for them! Woot!

Since that evening he had been a permanent fixture in her life enjoying every moment he could with her.
She made dinner for him quite frequently, which he really enjoyed. It was as much a pleasure for her, because it was nice to cook for someone again.

They took in a Broadway play one evening which he hated and she loved. They sat in a near by Starbucks hotly discussing the play over coffee. He found she was a stimulating conversationalist, bright, articulate, and intelligent, bringing up points he hadn't considered. She thought he was equally intelligent, and had an understanding of the acting profession she found quite profound for someone so young. She decided he was the oldest young man she had ever met.

He found her sence of mischief was almost as bad as Dom's. They had gone to an off Boadway play Viggo had suggested they go to. It was incredibly bad. Lily sat next to Lij whispering jokes, or something totally obscene in his ear during serious moments of the play, which would cause him to giggle. Then she would scold him for being so rude.

And he was always willing to compromise. He wanted to go see Radiohead and White Stripes. She liked rock music, but she really didn't think she would like this, so she offered a compromise. She would go with him, if he went with her to see her favorite opera. The face he made sent Lily into gales of laughter, but in the end he agreed.

On the night before the rock concert he told her to dress accordingly, so she did. She wore a black leather mini skirt and a black leather halter top that showed plenty of cleavage and leg. She hated how she looked, feeling like she was headed to a costume party. She thought the way she was dressed made her look stupid and way to young for her age.

When Elijah saw her his mouth dropped open. She had her hair in her usual silky bead head fashion, but the way she was dressed, her smoky eyes and the sensuous way she moved, made her look just right for the occasion. When he introduced her to his friends, she had such a confident air, one of them wanted to know how Lij had managed to attract such a beautiful woman.

He told his friend "Some of us got it. Some of us ain't." To which Lily laughed, rolled her eyes and said in a husky sensual voice, "And baby you got it." Which sent them into fits of laughter. She found that she did enjoy the music more than she thought she would. The energy was as contagious, as the beat was driving. She found herself thinking of the Areosmith, Metallica and Grateful Dead concerts she and Eric went to. They were died in the wool Deadheads, and saw Jerry and the boys whenever they were they were in a 100-mile radius.

When it came time for the opera, Elijah was as good as his word. The opera was La Traviata, and it was the gala opening at the Metropolitan Opera. When Elijah showed up at her door in beautiful Versace tux, he looked so handsome she was speechless.

He was equally speechless when she opened the door wearing a full length lilac dress that showed off her sensuous curves to their full advantage. The fabric was soft and fluttery and added to the lithesome way she moved.

She spent a lot of time looking for just the right dress for the occasion, amd when she saw this fluff of a Stella McCartney creation, she knew she found the right one. When she tried it on and the sales girl saw her in it, the look of admiration on the girls face told her she looked beautiful.
"That dress looks like it was made with you in mind, Mrs Shepard. You look like you could float."

In the limo to the Met, Elijah asked what the opera was about.
"Love." Lily answered with a smile. Lily told Elijah the story of Violeta, a beautiful courtesan with TB, who meets Alfredo at a party and falls in love with her. They move in together much to his familys dismay, and Alfredo's father who thinks they are living off of Alfredo's money, convinces Violeta that their love is jeopardizing the family's reputation, and she sould send him away.

"It's one of Verdi's finest tear jerkers." She said taking his hand.
"The music is glorious. If you don't like this, I will never bother you again about operas."
He loved it. He was mezmerized by the music, the voices, the story itself. At the end when Violeta dies, he was shedding as many tears as Lily was.

As they were walking out of the theatre, Elijah looked at her with still wet eyes and said.
"I loved that so much my chest hurts." Lily was so moved by what he said, she dragged him off to a secluded corner and really kissed him for the first time. He was surprised when her lips sought his; he pulled her tightly to him the taste of her lips sweet.

He wanted to deepen the kiss, but he wasn't sure if he should, so he surrendered himself to her. She felt him let her take the lead, so she opened her lips to his and ran her tongue along his lower lip. She felt him shiver when she did. She released him then, knowing it was stimulating him more than was prudent. As she held him to her, he nuzzled his lips against her neck and whispered. "Thank you Lily." His heart was ready to pound out of his chest, and he was still feeling the effects of the highly emotional opera. He felt like he could stay in her arms forever, and it was then that he realized he was falling in love with her.

Guh. :love:

It's quite sad how age/gender/race/job discrimination exists... Love how Elijah falls in love with a woman he admires...

So good!! Oh, and your medical story, grossly funny. lol. I love how Elijah is falling for her. so sweet. Post more soon.

Lily had just gotten home from work that Friday evening when a blizzard blowing in from the east brought the city to a brief halt. When Elijah came to dinner that night he brought the extended versions of Fellowship of the Ring and the Two Towers with him at Lily's request. That night Lily found out how good an actor Elijah was.

When Lij went to put in the DVD of the The Two Towers, Lily still hadn't said anything. When he turned to her, she looked up at him tears still on her cheeks.
"My God Elijah, that was astounding. You were so good I can't relate you to that person on the screen. And I loved the accent." She smiled at him. He smiled back.
"I do my best."

He sat down next to her, and wiped the remaining tear off her cheek. She leaned over and kissed him. They were kissing quite freely now, but she would not allow passion. His heart thudded in his chest every time she smiled at him, every time she kissed him. Right now all he wanted to do was make love to her here on the couch. She was in no way teasing him; it was just being with her, watching her move, the utter sensuousness of her got him hot. And he was hopelessly in love with her.

Something was different. It had been different since that kiss at the Met. A feeling so hot and relentless fighting it was becoming useless, and it came to an explosive head during the battle at Helms Deep.

Lily turned to Elijah. He recognized the look in her eyes, the moisture on her lips told him all he needed to know. Looking into his blue eyes was like looking into the clear blue of the Aegean Sea. So beautiful, so timeless, so dangerous. Dangerous now that they were hot with desire. She wanted him, and with a moan he crushed his lips to hers.

Here was the passion he wanted from her. Her reaction to him was immediate. A deep moan issued from her as he pressed his body to hers, she opened her lips to him and returned his kiss deeply. There was something in the way she was kissing him that was so arousing, so stimulating. The way her lips were insistant on his, never letting his lips leave hers for even the briefest second, her hands running over his back finding spots that produced little shots of white-hot pleasure.

She moaned when his tongue stroked her upper lip, and probed the inside of her mouth. He pulled away from her panting, and when she reached down to stroke his hardness, he closed his eyes with a deep moan. "I want this to be right, Lily." He pulled her to her feet, and found himself in her arms again, the heat of her lips, and the aggressive way she was kissing him was making him dizzy with want. He pulled away from her, picked up the remote and turned off the TV, then the lights. He led her to her bedroom.

that was great!!
WOW!!
I can't wait for more!!
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******CAUTION EXTREME NC-17 AHEAD*****


When they got to the bed he kicked off his shoes, pulled back the covers and pulled her onto the bed. Her heart was pounding, she was so nervous. He lay down next to her and stroked her forehead, trying to soothe the tension he could see there. She was so beautiful, looking at him the way she was, and his heart was so full of love for her. His biggest desire at this point was to give her as much pleasure as he could, and he didn't want to rush this.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her temples, her eyes. He lightly traced her jaw line with his fingertips. She sighed under his gentle touch on her face, and felt a wave of tranquility steal over her. She closed her eyes relishing his tender caresses, when he kissed her. She moaned at the feel of his full lips on hers, and soon the gentle kiss turned to one of urgency. She returned his kiss with the same passion she had in the living room.

She would not give his lips a moment's respite, and she was running her hands over his body and back producing those little shots of pleasure that got him so aroused. He groaned against her lips, and his hands exploring her body, found her breasts, and began to stroke her nipples. Even through the fabric of her blouse, she could feel incredible waves of pleasure course through her body.

She moaned against his lips which only served to inspire him to expose those nipples to his lips. He unbuttoned the blouse slowly, the exquisit torture of waiting to feel his sensuous lips on her nipples had her gasping and her body heaving. When he pulled off her blouse, and unsnapped her lacy bra, he stopped to appreciate the beauty of her well formed breasts and large rosey nipples. He ran his fingers lightly over them, feeling their firmness and her soft skin.

"You're so beautiful Lily." He whispered, his lips against her neck, his fingers stroking her hardened nipples. "So incredibly beautiful." She stroked his face.
"You're pretty gorgous yourself you know." She kissed him, relishing his firm lips, her tongue exploring and tasting. When she released his lips he took one hard nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking and circling his tongue on it. She arched up to meet him, and he was surprised by her loud cry of pleasure.

His fingers were deftly stroking her other nipple until her body was trembling. When he moved his lips to the other nipple, she gasped and cryed out again and continued to moan at his probing fingers and mouth. Suddenly Elijah was on his back with Lily straddling him. She gently pulled him to a sitting position and kissed him, her tongue running along his upper lip. She pulled the t shirt over his head and ran her hands over his bare back, finding those spots that so delighted him.

He was gasping when she released his lips, and she could feel how hard he was through his pants. The anticipation of having that hardness inside of her, in her mouth and hands, it made her weak. She pushed him back down on the bed, and shuddered at the delicious sensations he caused one more time as his fingers sought her large nipples. With a moan she closed her eyes and arched her back at the sensations his fingers were producing.

Watching her he let his eyes rove over her body. She was firm and well toned, her well formed breasts were in glorious contrast to her tiny waist and flat belly. He couldn't wait to see the rest of her. She leaned down to take one of his perky little nipples in her mouth. He gasped and cried "No! Oh God Lily, no!" He tried to push her away, but she grabbed his arms and pulled him into her arms.

Nuzzeling his neck, running her fingers down his back, he wrapped his arms around her and with a groan laid his head on her shoulder. She held him, stroking his back.
"What is it sweetie? Am I hurting you?" She looked into his eyes, and saw that they had darkened in his heat.
"I'm so hard." He said trying to move his hips to ease the pain his pants were causing his erection. "My pants are binding me so tight it's beginning to hurt. What you were doing was stimulating me to the point where it was becoming unbearable."
"Well," Lily replied moving down his body. Let's remove the source of the problem."

She unsnapped his pants and patted his bottom.
"Up we go." She said with a lascivious grin. He lifted his hips up and she pulled his pants off. Free of the restraining pants, she saw a look of relief come over his face, the bulge in his boxers obvious. She started to reach down to touch him, when he grabbrd her hand.
"I'm way to aroused for you to touch me." He pulled her down to him, and kissed her deeply, their arms wrapped around each other.

He felt so wonderful in her arms. He didn't have the bulk Eric had; Lij being finely built, with hard muscles in his chest, arms and belly. She really loved his body, and his wonderfully soft skin. He loved the feel of her breasts pressed against him, and the restless way her hands roamed over his body.

He rolled her over on her back, and ran his hand from between her breasts, down across her belly to the waistband of her pants. He patted her bottom, and said
"Up we go" She laughed and lifted her hips so he could pull off her pants. When he looked down at her his mouth dropped open. She had a pair of lacy bikini panties on that clung provocatively to her hips, but that wasn't what surprised him.

The first thing that surprised him was the diamonds she wore in her pierced navel. There were two stones of graduating size. The larger stone in her navel, the smaller stone dangling from it. He would never have guessed that of her. The real shock however, was her tattoo. It was a beautiful white lily with pink on the edge of each petal that started out on her hip, with the stem and leaves creeping its way down to disappear into her panties.

He ran his fingers over the lovely tattoo totally awestruck.
"Oh Lily, this is beautiful. I have to see the rest of it." He pulled her panties off to reveal the tattoo ending right at the top of her slit, and she was totally hairless. His breath caught at the beauty that lay before him. He ran his hand over her smooth mound and pulled her panties off the rest ot the way. His hand ran up her thigh, and she parted her legs for whatever he had in mind. He ran his fingers along the edge of her slit, feeling her body starting to tremble in anticipation of what was to come.

That was great!!
^_^
I can't for more!!

More, please? :yes:

******EXTREME NC-17 AHEAD******

She was wet, very wet and he wanted to plunge his fingers into the source of that wetness, but withheld. He wanted her as hot and wet as he could get her. He continued to run his fingers along her sweet spot, and started to kiss her belly right at her navel. He reached up to stroke one of her nipples, which caused her to gasp, and her hips thrust upward against his stroking fingers. His lips traveled down her belly to the hip with the tattoo, kissing it and running his fingertips lightly over its beauty.

He couldn't believe he was actually making love to this beautiful woman. His heart was so full of love for her he had to stop what he was doing to kiss her lips and stroke her face.
"I love you Lily." He said softly against her temple. "My heart is so full of you." When he kissed her again, he felt her moan, and her passionate response was a silent affirmation of his declaration.

He didn't know how much longer her was going to be able to last, so he ran his hand down her belly and gently ran his fingers down her dewy slit and inserted his fingers into her wetness. When his fingers ran over her hard nodule, she gasped and cried out,
"Oh Elijah. I can't wait any longer. Please." He kept his fingers moving, stroking her, feeling her bud growing larger and larger. He could feel her wetness flowing freely so he slipped two of his fingers inside her.

The knobbiness of his fingers created a whole different feeling, and that brought her to the brink of orgasm. When he gently stroked her clit with his other hand, her body started to shake. Her wordless cries were in harmony with her shuddering body. Her body arched and thrashed, her hips bucking against his hand. He could feel his fingers being gripped by her powerful orgasm.

He kept his fingers moving inside her until her body was still. His fingers kept the relentless hot spikes of pleasure coursing through her, and occasionally she would gasp as a hot flash of lightning blazed through her. He stopped only when she took his hand and pulled his fingers out of her.

Her body was flushed and her breathing rapid when he gathered her into his arms and kissed her. She returned his kiss with a groan, which caused an urgency in him that could be denied no longer. He smiled and claimed her lips again. She ran her hands down his back and pushed the boxers off his body. Once they were off he moved between her legs and hovered there for a few moments.

When his hardness gently touched her sensitive clit, she gasped at the sensations it produced. He rubbed himself lightly against her, and then slid smoothly in. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, and though Elijah was no where near as large as Eric, he was large enough to cause her pain upon his entry. When he heard her gasp of pain, he looked down at her in surprise.

"Am I hurting you Lily?"
"A little." She admitted. "Lack of use, I guess." She giggled. "It's ok." She kissed him deeply, and he began moving against her. The pain eased, and pleasure started to streak through her. She found his sensitive spots and attended them with eagerness. He thrust deeper into her and found indescribable pleasure in her warm wet depths. His cries of pleasure were arousing her to unbelieveable heights. "Oh my God Lily." He moaned slowing his pace a bit. "You feel so incredible."

He devoured her lips in a hot demanding kiss, his body continuing it's onslaught on hers. The feelings and sensations he was evoking from her was sending her senses reeling. When he took a hard nipple in his mouth, hot sensation streaked through her body and his hard thrusts kept pushing her relentlessly toward another mind sweeping orgasm.

His cries of pleasure were arousing her to further heights of ecstacy. She was out of control. Her hips ground against him, she wanted him to drive her, and she cried out her desire to him. He complied, thrusting harder and faster into her, their bodies soaked in sweat. Suddenly her orgasam was upon her, her body shaking in the throes of the force that claimed her.

The screaming her orgasm produced along with spasms that clenched and released him, was more than he could take, and with a wild shriek of his own, he went over the edge, emptying himself into her. He kept the movement going until he was exhausted, the strength leaving his body. He collapsed on top of her, their arms and legs wrapped around each other, both breathless and gasping.

He buried his face in her neck trying to catch his breath. He smiled as he felt her contract around him. A little moan of pleasure issued from her at each tingling sensation. He rolled off of her, and looked aown at her and kissed her swollen lips, his tongue exploring her mouth. He kept stroking her body, unable to quench his desire for her.

He wanted more of her, and decided he would have her again. He nuzzled one of her nipples, and when it hardened he took it in his mouth and sucked greedily. She was moaning wildly when she took his hand and slid his fingers into her soaking wet folds. His fingers gently stroked her very sensitive nub, and slid his fingers back and forth around it.

Her hips kept moving to meet his movements. He took her other nipple in his mouth, and grazed his teeth over it. The nipple immediately got harder, his fingers becoming wetter. He ran his tongue over the nipple lightly nipping at it. Lily's cries were starting to stimulate Elijah. He wanted more of her before he took her again, wanted his lips to feel the skin of her silken mound, taste her womanly essence, and feel the tremors of her orgasm. He looked down at her, and again he was struck by her luminous beauty.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes pleading. "Please." She moaned as he stroked her face. She arched up to meet the fingers that were still lightly stroking her clit.
"You want me to make you come again?" He asked his voice harsh with passion. The sound of his voice stimulated her further. "Oh yes." She groaned. Again he nipped at her nippled, stoking the inferno that was raging where Elijah was stroking.

"I want to taste you." He said in the same tone of voice, his tongue leaving trails of fire on her skin as it licked between her breasts. "Then I'm going to have you again." The way he was talking to her, left her breathless and panting. She looked into the hot blue eyes of her lover, and ran her hand through his hair as he headed toward the spot south of her tattoo.

She couldn't believe how this young man was giving her such unrestrained, and relentless pleasure. When his tongue found her folds, he parted them, and buried his face there, licking and sucking with unrestrained enthusiasm. His tongue would would enter her, pull out and run over her engorged bud.

He kept at her until her body was shaking violently, as an explosive orgasm approched. When he felt her coming close he would ease off causing her to moan in frustration. When her fists pounded the bed, he decided to give her what she needed. He ruthlessly pushed her toward her climax. Her body stiffened and her hips rose off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her.

There was no doubt in Elijah's mind that she was a screamer. She let out a shriek so loud he was sure they heard her in Brooklin. She grabbed the fitted sheet on the bed, pulling against it till it popped off. When her body stopped it's wild thrashing, he moved between her legs, and entered her hot wet opening.

He wanted to take her slowly, but has hot and slick as she was, he found himself thrusting into her faster than he intended. And that was how she wanted it.
"Oh yes, babe. Just like that."
"You want it hard?" He asked roughly.
She ran her tongue around his ear and whispered. "Yes. Any way you want."

He pulled out of her, put her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her deeply.
"Oh shit." He groaned moving faster and harder. He was watching her body thrash against him, her fingers, pinching and caressing her nipples. "Oh Elijah." She cried, his body battering hers. "Oh yes!"

He could feel himself being tightly gripped as her orgasm took her. Her body was still shaking when he took her legs down from his shoulders, and she rolled over on her belly offering herself up to him. He lifted her hips and took her from behind doggy style. Now it was her turn to give him pleasure with the same love he had given her.

"Go for it babe." She groaned. She moved her hips against him so he could go as deeply as he needed to. He was totally unaware of his loud cries of passion. He was nearing his orgasm, when he decided to have Lily on top of him. He pulled out, pulled Lily to him. He kissed her, the heat of his passion still upon him. He kissed her heatedly, and said. "I want you on top babe." She smiled. "Ok."

She said it with a gleefull tone, that left Lij wondering what she had in mind. As she impaled herself on him, he felt her clench down on him so tight it had him gasping. "Jesus Lily." He cried. As she moved up and down on him he felt as though he was caught in a hot silky vice. As she move faster, he found himself gripping the pillow like a life bouy.

He couldn't take it anymore, his body went limp and he surrendered himself to her. She had never seen a human as beautiful in sex as Elijah was at this moment. His beautiful blue eyes glazed over in sexual heat, his sensuous lips slightly parted, face relaxed, the sweat on his skin giving him a luminous glow. His coming was very close now.

"Tell me when your going to come Elijah." She said sofly. He nodded. She kept the tight grip on him, and quickened her pace. His breathing was harder, and he was moaning loudly. His body was heaving as his orgasm bore down on him like huge waves. "I'm coming, Lily." He cried out.

Suddenly Lily disengaged herself and took him in her mouth. Now it was Elijah's turn to scream. She took the full length of him, sucking greedily. "Ah fuck." His agonized cry tore from his thoat, as he drained himself into Lily's eager mouth. She moved upon him loving every moan and gasp from his beautiful mouth.
When he was totally limp, she released him and started to kiss her way up his belly. When she came to his appendix scar, she ran her finger over it.

"Had you're appendix removed I see." She then wandered over to his tattoo. "And what is this?" He was still to breathless to answer her, still to numb move, he was totally exhausted. No one had ever made him come like that before. She saw how wiped out he was, so she took him in her arms, and kissed him.

He was sweat soaked, and a little cold. She pulled the blankets up over them and snuggled up together. "Think you'll live?" She asked with a giggle. He smiled.
"I think I may need oxygen." He said his eyes droopy with fatigue. "My God Lily. You're amazing. Can I tell you later how incredible that was?"

She kissed his forehead tracing the remains of the wound that brought them together. The stitches were gone, as were the lump and the bruise. There was a bit of a scab and a slight scar that would fade with time.
"No problem." She said softly to the all ready sleeping young man. A few minutes later she was sleeping as soundly as he was.

Wh-wha-what?! :eek: That was... Erm... I need a shower.

Yay....same here!!

hey i just want to say that ive been following this fic for a little while now. and i just became a member so now i could reply. its GREAT i love its mushiness yet it keeps my attention. pst and you sex chaps... AMAZING!

this is def a keeper.. hehe post more soon please! ;)2

Hey welcome to the board! :yay:

I sure do appreciate your feedback. I wish I could get more. :love:

I never thought of this story as mushy, but that's ok, I'm a mushy kind of girl. Especially when it comes to sad movies. Major Mush! :blush:

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it is alittle in the begining... but then i read this and was like. OH GOSH! (in a good way lol) then fell in love with the plotline and story.

post more soon. mesa loving it! ^_^

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Lily woke finding herself cradled in Elijah's arms. She smiled and kissed his forehead. It was cold. She could barely see him, and realized it was unusually dark and cold in the room. Usually the lights from outside illuminated the room quite brightly, and wondered if the blizzard had caused a power failure. She had to use the bathroom, so she decided to take care of business, and turn the heat up.

She eased herself out of Elijah's arms threw on her bathrobe and headed for the bathroom. The light in the bathroom came on, so there was no power failure. She looked at the clock in the bathroom and saw it was a bit past 2 A.M. After using the toilet, she went back to the bedroom, and headed for the bedroom window. She pulled open the curtains and found out why the room was so dark.

All she could see was a wall of white. She couldn't even see the buildings across the street. The blizzard had worsened and was battering the city relentlessly. She walked out to the hallway and turned the thermostat up, then out to the living room that offered a different view of the city.

The snow was blowing in sideways in a thick white curtain. Occasionally she could see glimpses of light but for the most part the view was obscured by the driving snow. She hoped Elijah had nothing planned tomorrow, because she doubted anything in the city would be moving.

So here she was, stuck in her apartment with a horny young stud. She smiled. "What a bummer." She said aloud, and went back to the bedroom. She found an extra blanket and threw on the bed, and climbed back in bed. She had just snuggled next to Elijah, when she felt his hand caress her breast, and stroke her nipple.

"You ok, babe?" He murmured against her neck, his voice full of sleep.
"Just cold. I turned up the heat a little." She ran her hand over his hip, and up his back. When he bent to kiss her, she could feel his erection nudging her thigh. When she moaned against his lips, he moved between her legs and gently entered her.

There was nothing hurried about his movements, no urgency in his kiss, his fingers gentle against her nipples. Yet his gentle love making was as arousing to Lily as the hot frenzied sex they had shared earlier. She couldn't see him very well, so she concentrated on the tactile. She moaned when his lips touched her nipples, and as he moved in and out of her she could feel her climax drawing closer and closer.

She heard him groan against her lips, his breathing becoming rapid, yet he didn't increase his pace. In her hast to hurry her orgasm, she started to thrust her hips against him. He stopped. "No Lily." He said breathlessly, let me do it. Lay still." "Ok." She whispered. When he started moving he lifted her hips so he could go deeper.

Lily wrapped her legs around him and lay back. She closed her eyes letting sensation overtake her. He was drawing out her orgasm with agonizing slowness. His lips found her nipple, and when she gasped and groaned loudly, he gently bit on the swollen bud. He started moving a little faster against her, when her orgasm was on her.

Her body started to shake, and her cry was mingled with Elijah's who was also in the throes of orgasm. They clung to each other writhing against each other, Elijah's movements stronger, then tapering off until he was spent. They lay there kissing, arms and legs wrapped around each other. When Lij rolled off her, they lay wordlessly in each others arms.

Finally Lily said. "That was amazing. We'll have to do that again sometime." He laughed. "Are you warm now?" She nodded. "Oh yeah." She looked toward the window. The blizzard raged on. "There's a hell of a blizzard out there." She said, her voice drowzy. "I hope you had no plans tomorrow. I doubt anything will be moving." "No. No plans. Except to make love to you all day." She didn't hear him. This time she fell asleep first. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I love you, Lily." He lay his cheek against the top of her head and fell asleep. Outside the blizzard continued it's rampage on the city.