The Start of Something Wonderful (VIPS fanfic)

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter One: September Sixth, by stsgirlie/dianahawthorne

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Disclaimer: We don't own anything! The dialogue and singing is taken from my favourite scene in the Maggie Smith/Rod Taylor film "Young Cassidy".

A/N: This story takes place in between chapters nine and ten of my story "When the Fog Clears". This story is a joint production between myself and KristaMarie. Please read and review!!

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I woke up first the morning after my wife was kidnapped by my former fiancée and former best friend, both of whom were now being held in the brig. As I had woken up first, I was able to watch my lovely wife sleep.

She was so beautiful, so wonderful – I could not believe that I had almost lost her. As I gazed upon her features, trying to imprint this moment in my brain forever, she stirred. Waking up, she stretched, yawning, and looked up at me.

“Good morning, Les,” she said, smiling. I leaned down and kissed her.

“Good morning, Diana,” I replied. She snuggled up against me.

“I love you, Les,” she said, holding my arms around her.

“And I love you,” I replied, kissing the top of her head.

We lay in each other’s arms until my stomach growled, breaking the quiet that had stolen over us. She smiled up at me.

“Ready for breakfast?” she asked me, and I nodded. We reluctantly left the warmth of our bed and each other’s arms and got dressed for breakfast.

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After breakfast, Les and I took a stroll around the top deck of the boat. It was quite cold, so we decided to go back inside and see a film. The theatre was showing “Casablanca”. We were the only ones in the V.I.P. section of the theatre, and so we were able to cuddle throughout the film. I so enjoyed the illicit thrill of snogging in the movie theatre – it was quite stimulating. We completely missed the end of the movie, so absorbed were we in each other. Luckily, we had both seen it before, so we knew what happened.

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After “Casablanca” was finished, Diana and I went to the dining room for lunch. She had salmon, a Caesar salad, and vegetable soup; I had steak, a Caesar salad, and cream of crab soup. When we finished with our lunch, we explored the ship’s library. Diana checked out a copy of “Death on the Nile” and I checked out a copy of “The Mysterious Affair at Styles”, both by Agatha Christie. We then returned to our cabin for a light nap.

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I woke up two hours later, utterly refreshed, and, as I looked at my husband lying next to me in bed, I began to grow aroused. He had stripped down to his underwear before we had fallen asleep, and I had changed into a sleeveless white silk nightgown. I quickly undressed myself before beginning to kiss my husband eagerly, waking him up from his nap.

“Mmm, Diana,” he sighed against my lips, placing his hands on my lower back, pressing my pelvis against his. I could feel him growing harder and I moaned against his mouth. He rolled me onto my back and began to caress my breasts with one hand while his other hand slipped between my legs. I could not prevent myself from moaning as my desire for my husband grew.

“Oh, Les!” I heard myself cry out as he guided himself into me. “Les!”

“Diana,” he groaned as he slowly moved within me, speeding up his thrusts and slowing down again, bringing me closer to orgasm but not allowing me to climax.

“Les, Les, please!” I begged him, and he smiled at me, capturing my lips in a kiss as he finally brought us both to the heights of passion.

“Diana!” he cried out as he came, collapsing on top of me. He rolled onto his side, bringing me with him. As we caught our breath, he nuzzled the top of my head. “I love you, Diana,” he whispered.

“And I love you, Les,” I replied, stroking his chest, smiling up at him. He held me close to him and began to sing to me.

“Oh, the young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love;
How sweet to rove
Through Morna’s grove
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! – the heavens look bright, my dear,
’Tis never too late for delight, my dear;”

“Les?” I asked him.

“What, darling?” he asked me before continuing to sing.

“Tell me,” I sighed.

“And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days,”

“Tell you what?” he asked.

“About the girl you love,” I told him. He continued the song, kissing me in between words.

“Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star
More glorious far
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.

Then awake! – till the rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear,
Or in watching the flight
Of bodies of light
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!”

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After making love, we lay in each other’s arms. I sang to her, my favourite song, “The Young May Moon,” and she smiled up at me.

“Tell me,” she begged.

“Tell you what?” I asked her.

“About the girl you love,” she replied.

I finished the song and then began to whisper of my love to her.

“You wanted to know about the girl I love?” I asked her.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she whispered, eager to hear me speak of my love for her.

“Well, the girl I love is the most beautiful woman in the world, the most loving, the most caring and clever person I have ever known. She has beautiful red hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a marvellous figure. She is a passionate lover – so giving – and she is the love of my life.”

“What’s her name?” she asked me teasingly. “Do I know her?”

“I believe so,” I replied in an equally light-hearted tone. “Her name is Diana Mangrum – you do remember her, darling, don’t you?” I asked her, smiling down at her.

“Hmm...” she said, returning my smile. “I think that I remember her... oh, yes!” she said.

I leaned down and kissed her again and again, each kiss growing in passion.

“I love you, Diana,” I told her.

“And I love you, Les darling, I love you,” she replied.

We snuggled up together again, and began to read the books we had gotten from the ship’s library until it was time for tea.

[KristaMarie]

Well here is Chapter 2 (written by moi!) You slackers better get to reviewing... I know you are at least looking at it lol! Just kidding, love you all! Anyway, enjoy!!

Chapter 2
After tea we went out onto the portico to watch the sunset. We had yet to see it on our trip, and it was something we both wanted to do before the boat docked.

During tea and even after, I noticed that Les seemed somewhat more quiet than usual. I could tell he was upset about something, and considering the past few days, I had a fairly good idea why.

“Darling,” I asked quietly, turning slightly in his arms to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing,” he replied but I could tell right away he wasn’t being completely honest. I looked at him pointedly before he sighed and turned me around completely to face him. “I can’t stop thinking about what happened; it’s my fault. If only I had…”

“If only you had what, darling?” I stopped him from continuing. “If you had let the sale go through? If you had let hundred, maybe thousands, of people lose their jobs?”

“Maybe so, but you wouldn’t have been kidnapped and hurt.”

I took his face gently in my hands. “I’m fine, love. It was not your fault; I don’t think it was, and neither will anyone else for that matter. What matters is that we’re fine, Miss Marshall and Mr. MacDee are locked up, and that we are going to enjoy the rest of our time on this ship.” I paused before stretching up to kiss his lips gently. “Feel better now?”

He smiled. “Yes. Thank you, my love,” and he returned this kiss. His hand came against my cheek and I flinched, for I had quite the nasty bruise from where Miss Marshall had slapped me.

Les made to apologize, but a quick finger to his lips stopped him. “Don’t even say it; I’m fine.”

“But shouldn’t we get that looked at?” he asked uncertainly.

“It’s nothing that some ice before bed and a little bit of makeup won’t cure,” I smiled. He still looked sceptical, so I wrapped my arms around him. “I promise, if it feels worse I will tell you and we will get it looked at, all right?”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Good,” I chuckled. “Now stop worrying and let’s enjoy the beautiful sunset.”

“I’ll try…” he said and I quickly looked up at him. He stopped me and continued, “but nothing could be as beautiful to look at as you, Diana.” I blushed and held him tighter to me, silently thanking God for this wonderful man.

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At dinner that night, Diana and I were seated at our own private table. After ordering dinner, I took Diana’s left hand in my right across the table and raised my glass. “To us.”

“To us,” she repeated with a smile.

We clinked glasses and sat in comfortable silence, glancing lovingly at one another. Finally, Diana spoke.

“Tell me about your family, Les.”

I smiled. “My father is one of the most caring men I have ever known, which says a lot considering he looks like he could be a rugby player. He has a good sense for business, which he no doubt instilled in me. He looks like me, and my brother, though my brother has more of my mother’s features. She is as tiny as my father is broad—people often joke that she looks like she belongs anywhere but on a ranch in Brisbane—until they get to know her. Her looks may indicate a more lavish and aristocratic lifestyle, but her personality is anything but. She is the most down to earth, easy going, fun loving person you will ever meet, other than the boys of course.”

She smirked at the mention of my nephews. “What?” I chuckled.

“Your eyes light up at the mention of your nephews.”

I grinned. “They’re great kids—always into something, but so full of energy. You’ll see—you’ll want a nap after about an hour playing with them.”

“They sound wonderful— I can tell you really love them.”

“Absolutely. And when we start having children, I hope they will all be the best of friends—like my brother and I were.”

“In that case, I have a proposition for you,” Diana smiled.

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Let’s start trying for a baby.”

I was speechless for a second. “Really?” I finally asked, the shock in my voice evident.

“Unless you would rather wait until…” she spoke quickly, but I stopped her with a gentle squeeze of my hand.

“I would love to. But are you sure you’re ready?” I asked her, wanting to make sure this was something she wanted, and not just a desire to see me happy.

“Of course,” she smiled. “I’ve always wanted children, and now that we have each other, I thought, ‘why wait?’”

I stood up and walked to her side of the table before kneeling down in front of her. “In that case… Diana? Will you do me the honour of having a baby with me?”

She had tears in her eyes as she softly replied, “Yes.”

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Three


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After we finished, Diana and I returned to our cabin. I ordered a bottle of champagne and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries while Diana took a relaxing bath. When the champagne and strawberries came, I set them out at the foot of our bed. After that, I changed into my dressing gown and, when I heard the water begin to drain from the bathtub, popped the cork from the bottle of champagne and poured it into the glasses.

A few moments later the bathroom door opened and Diana appeared in the bedroom, fresh from the bath. She was wearing a silk dressing gown that clung to her curves, and her hair was slightly damp from the bath. She walked up to me, stepping into my arms, and kissed me. When we broke the kiss, she smiled at me as I handed her a glass of champagne, and settled herself on our bed as I prepared a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries. When the plate was full, I joined her on the bed, and she snuggled up against me.

I twisted the stem off a strawberry and fed it to her. A bit of chocolate got on her upper lip, and I kissed it away.

“Mmm,” she sighed, picking up a strawberry and feeding it to me. We continued the process, taking a sip of champagne every now and then, until the strawberries were all gone. Diana then stood up from the bed and poured some more champagne for us both, and we toasted to ourselves.

Once our second glasses of champagne were gone, I took them both and set them on the nightstand. Diana still had a bit of chocolate on her cheek, and I reached out and wiped it away with my thumb, smiling at her.

“I love you, Diana,” I told her, continuing to caress her cheek.

“And I love you, Les,” she replied, holding my hand against her cheek. We stayed there for quite a while, just staring into each other’s eyes. Diana was the one to release my hand, though she did not break eye contact. She lowered her hands to the sash of her dressing gown and untied it, shrugging out of the silk robe and letting it fall on the floor beside the bed. I did the same, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her.

“Are you ready to make a baby, Les?” she asked me in a whisper, laying out on the bed and pulling me down with her.

“Oh, yes,” I told her, stroking her hair. She smiled up at me.

“Then let’s make a baby,” she said, and I entered her. “Mmm, I love you,” she purred as I moved slowly, gently within her. As our mutual desire increased, our pace did as well, and she became more vocal. “Yes, right there, yes, yes!” she cried out as I thrust within her. “Les!” she called out my name as she began to come. “Les!”

I could not breathe as I moved within her, let alone cry out, and I let out a long, breathless sigh as I pushed into her one final time.

“Les, Les,” she murmured, rubbing my back as we caught our breath. “I love you; I love you so much,” she whispered, kissing me. I kissed her back.

“I love you too, my dearest one,” I whispered back to her, holding her close to me. “Oh, I love you.”

She smiled up at me and snuggled closer, falling asleep in my arms.

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When we returned to our cabin after dinner, I took a long, hot bath to soothe my joints, which still ached from being tied up for so many hours. As I relaxed in the bath, I thought about my husband.

He was so wonderful to me, so loving, so giving. He was perfect. And later tonight we were going to try to make a baby together. I had always wanted children, and especially Les’s children. I knew that he would be an excellent father, and I hoped that I would be a good mother.

Unable to bear being apart from Les any longer, I got out of the bathtub and drained it. I dried myself off and slipped into my new silk dressing gown, before emerging from the bathroom. My husband was standing up the bed, and I stepped into his embrace, kissing him. When we broke the kiss, I took one of the glasses of champagne and settled myself on the bed. I watched as he prepared a plate of strawberries, and when the plate was filled, he joined me on the bed.

He twisted off the stem of a strawberry and fed it to me lovingly. As I swallowed it, he took me into his arms and kissed me.

“You had some chocolate on your lip,” he told me. I smiled at my husband, before picking up a strawberry and feeding it to him. We continued feeding each other strawberries, taking sips of champagne every now and then, until all the strawberries were gone. After we finished the fruit, I stood up from the bed and poured us each another glass of champagne, before rejoining my husband on the bed.

“To us,” my husband said, clinking his glass against mine.

“To us,” I echoed, smiling up at him. He wrapped his arm around me and we kissed each other in between sips of champagne. When we had finished, Les took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand, along with his. He placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it.

“I love you, Diana,” he told me, continuing to caress my cheek.

“And I love you, Les,” I replied, placing my hand on top of his, holding against my face. We stayed there, looking into each other’s eyes. Just looking into my husband’s eyes increased my desire, and I finally moved my hands down to the sash of my dressing gown, untying it. I shrugged out of the robe, and let it fall to the floor beside our bed. Les did the same, pulling me into his arms, kissing me.

“Are you ready to make a baby, Les?” I whispered, laying back against the bed, pulling him down on top of me.

“Oh, yes,” he replied, stroking my hair. I smiled up at him.

“Then let’s make a baby,” I replied. He entered me, and I arched my back. “Mmm, I love you,” I purred as he stroked gently, tenderly within me. As our mutual desire grew, our pace sped up, and I began to cry out. “Yes, right there, yes, yes!” I cried out as he stimulated me, inside and out. “Les! Les!” I cried out as I began to come. He let out a long, breathless sigh and collapsed on top of me, before rolling onto his side, bringing me with him.

“Les, Les,” I murmured, rubbing his back as we caught our breath. “I love you; I love you so much,” I whispered, kissing him. He kissed me back.

“I love you too, my dearest one,” he whispered back to me, holding me close to him. “Oh, I love you.”

I smiled up at him and snuggled closer to his warm body, falling asleep in his arms.