First Meeting (Lily in Love fanfic)

[dianahawthorne]

First Meeting

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable. This fic is based on the characters from the movie "Lily in Love", starring Maggie Smith and Christopher Plummer.

A/N: Dedicated to KristaMarie, who encouraged me to post this fic. Thanks, dear!
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Lily Stephens sat in the audience, utterly entranced by Fitzroy Wynn. He was a marvellous actor, she thought to herself, utterly marvellous. She had seen him in Tamerlane three times already, and she had fallen in love with him. She was an aspiring playwright, so she knew a good actor when she saw one – and Fitzroy Wynn was not merely good, but fantastic, larger-than-life.

After the show, she went straight home and sent a copy of her latest script to his dressing room for his perusal. She was a shy person, and could not bring herself to wait outside his dressing room at night to meet him. But she did want to meet him, so she sent her newest script to him. She could only hope that he would like it. And indeed he did. The next morning, he phoned her.

“Ms. Stephens? This is Fitzroy Wynn,” he said. Her jaw dropped, but she pulled herself together.

“Hello, Mr. Wynn,” she replied.

“Yes, Ms. Stephens? I’ve read your script – it’s marvellous. Would you care to meet for coffee this morning? In an hour at the theatre?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest. “All right,” she agreed.

“Good. I’ll meet you outside the theatre in an hour. See you then.” He rang off.

She squealed and jumped up and down like a schoolgirl. She was going to meet Fitzroy Wynn! Pulling herself together, she ran to her closet and rummaged through her clothes, finally deciding on a coffee-coloured cashmere sweater dress, which had been a gift from her mother for her last birthday. She brushed her shoulder-length red hair until it gleamed, pulling it back into a braid, before grabbing her handbag and rushing out to the theatre.

Fitzroy Wynn was waiting outside of the theatre for her, just as he had promised, and she took a deep, calming breath before approaching him.

“Mr. Wynn?” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Lily Stephens.”

He took her hand and, instead of shaking it, as she had expected, he raised it to his lips, placing a light kiss on the back. She felt a spark shoot through their joined hands, and she could feel her cheeks flush as he kept her hand in his.

“Why don’t we go inside and get some coffee?” he suggested, and she nodded. She would have agreed to anything. He kept her hand in his and led her through the theatre to his dressing room, where there was a steaming pot of coffee and a platter of pastries waiting for them. He gestured for her to take a seat.

“How do you take your coffee, Ms. Stephens?” he asked her.

“With cream and sugar, please,” she replied. He poured her coffee and added both cream and sugar, handing it to her before pouring himself some coffee.

“Now, Ms. Stephens, do you have an agent?” he asked her.

“Oh, no, I don’t,” she replied.

“Well, I’d like to introduce you to my agent, Jerry Silber. He can produce your play – I’d like to play the part of Edward, but I won’t be able to unless you have an agent and a producer.”

“So you like the play, Mr. Wynn?” she asked him eagerly.

“Please call me Fitz,” he said. She smiled and nodded. “And yes, I think that the play is brilliant.”

“Thank you!” she beamed.

The telephone on his dressing table rang. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said. “Hello? Fitzroy Wynn here. Ah, Jerry! I was just talking about you. I’ve found the most marvellous new play – I’d like to introduce you to the playwright. Can you come by the theatre right away? All right – see you soon. Goodbye.” He hung up the telephone.

“That was my agent, Jerry,” Fitz told her. “He’ll be here in a few minutes. I think that he’ll like you,” he said. Lily blushed.

“Oh, well, thank you,” she stammered.

They finished their coffee, the silence between them filled with sexual tension. Fitz was incredibly attracted to her – she was so beautiful, so kind, so shy – and he believed that he was falling in love with her. Before the silence grew unbearable, a knock sounded at Fitz’s dressing room door, and he stood to open it. It was his agent, Jerry Silber.

“Jerry, I’d like to introduce you to Lily Stephens.”

Lily stood and shook Jerry’s hand. “Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Silber,” she said.

“Ms. Stephens has written the most marvellous play, with a fantastic part for me in it. I was hoping that you’d become her agent and help me produce it,” Fitz told Jerry.

“Do you have another copy, Ms. Stephens?” Jerry asked her. She nodded, handing him a copy that she produced from her handbag. “Thank you. And can I also have your telephone number?” he asked. She nodded, pulling out a pen and writing it down on the title page of the script. “Thank you. I’ll get back to you once I’ve finished reading it. It was very nice to meet you, Ms. Stephens,” he continued, before turning to Fitz. “Fitz, I’ll leave this with you,” he said, handing him an envelope.

“Thank you, Jerry,” Fitz said, shaking his hand as Jerry said goodbye to them both.

When Jerry had left, Fitz and Lily were once more left in an uncomfortable silence. “Ms. Stephens,” Fitz began, and she interrupted him.

“Please call me Lily,” she requested.

“All right – Lily. Anyway, I would like you to come to Tamerlane tonight, and then come to dinner with me afterwards.” He opened the envelope that Jerry had given him and gave her a ticket – a dress circle seat.

“Oh, Mr. Wynn,” she said.

“Ah, ah, ah – Fitz,” he reminded her.

She blushed. “Fitz – I cannot accept this,” she murmured, trying to hand back the ticket. He placed his hand over hers, and once again they both felt a spark shoot through them.

“Please, Lily – come to the show, and then to dinner with me,” he requested.

“All right,” she agreed, blushing again.

“Good,” he said, standing up. “Now, I’m sorry to have to kick you out, but my rehearsal starts in fifteen minutes.”

They walked to the door. “That’s perfectly all right,” she said, allowing him to escort her to the front door of the theatre.

“Come to my dressing room after the show, and we can go out to dinner,” he told her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said, and she nodded.

“All right,” she agreed, and began the short walk back to her apartment. She turned around at the corner to look back at the theatre – he was still watching her. He waved, and she waved back, before turning the corner and walking back to her apartment.

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She wore a long, sleeveless black dress that night, with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. She decided to splurge and took a cab to the theatre, where she was escorted to the dress circle seats. For the fourth night in a row, she was entranced by Fitzroy Wynn’s performance as Tamerlane. After the show, she went back to his dressing room as he has asked her to earlier that day. She knocked shyly on his door.

“Come in!” he called, and she tentatively opened the door.

“Fitz?” she called. “It’s Lily Stephens.”

He emerged from behind a screen, wearing only a pair of trousers. His shirt was flung over his shoulder.

“Ah, Lily!” he cried, coming over and embracing her. She blushed as she felt the hard muscles of his chest against her, and was disappointed when he pulled away.

“I just need to take a quick shower and get dressed,” he told her, walking behind the screen again. “How did you like the show?” he called out as he flung the remains of his costume over the screen. She saw the shower curtain move back and heard the water turn on.

“It was wonderful,” she said. She could see his silhouette through the shower curtain, and her breath caught in her throat as she watched him soap up in the shower. He finished washing up quickly, then dried off and changed into a tuxedo.

“You look very nice tonight,” he said, offering her his arm.

“Thank you,” she said. “You do, too.”

“Is Sardi’s all right for dinner?” he asked her.

“Oh, yes,” she agreed. They walked the two blocks to the restaurant.

“I’m very glad that you liked the play – have you seen it before?” he asked her.

“Yes, this was my fourth time seeing you in Tamerlane,” she admitted, embarrassed.

He beamed. “Really? Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed it.”

They had a wonderful dinner, spending the entire evening talking about everything under the sun, and they got to know each other quite well. They stayed at the restaurant talking until one o’clock in the morning, when the restaurant finally closed.

“Oh, dear!” Lily exclaimed. “Look at the time.”

“May I escort you back to your apartment?” he asked her, and she nodded.

“I’d like that,” she said.

He smiled and hailed a cab, and she gave the driver her address. They rode the few blocks to her apartment in silence.

“Would you like to come up for a nightcap?” she asked him shyly.

“Yes, thank you,” he agreed, paying the cabbie and helping her out of the car. They took the elevator up to the fifth floor, where she lived, and she unlocked the door to her apartment.

“Won’t you have a seat?” she asked him, gesturing to the sofa. He did. “What would you like to drink? I have scotch, red wine, white wine, brandy...”

“I’ll have a glass of white wine, please,” he said, leaning back against the arm of the sofa. She poured them both a glass of white wine, and brought his over to him. She kicked off her shoes and curled up at the opposite end of the sofa.

“So, Lily,” he said, rolling her name around on his tongue. “Do you have a boyfriend? A lover? A fiancé? A husband?” he inquired.

“No,” she admitted.

“Good,” he said, setting down his glass of wine on the coffee table. “Because if you had one, I don’t think that he’d like this.”

“Like what?” she breathed.

He laid his fingers on her lips. “Shh,” he whispered, moving closer to her. He removed his fingers and placed his lips on hers.

Lily felt as though she had died and gone to heaven – his lips were so soft, so talented – and he was caressing her left breast with one hand, the other hand twining itself in her hair... she moaned against his mouth.

Fitz could not believe how marvellous the woman in his arms was. Not only was she a brilliant playwright, but she was beautiful, shared the same interests, and was a spectacular kisser. He caressed her breast with one hand, the other hand tangling itself in her silky red locks of hair, and he felt himself become instantly aroused. She was the most wonderful woman he had ever met, and he would be damned if he let her go.

They broke for air, resting their foreheads against each other’s.

“I think I’m in love with you, Fitz,” she whispered to him.

“And I know that I’m in love with you, Lily,” he replied.

She smiled up at him and tilted her face up for another kiss. They fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Two

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They were woken up at eight o’clock the next morning by Lily’s phone ringing. Untangling herself from Fitz, Lily barely managed to reach the phone before the caller hung up. It was Jerry Silber.

“Ms. Stephens? It’s Jerry Silber. Your play is absolutely brilliant, and I’d love to produce it. Can you meet me at the theatre this afternoon at three to sign the contract?”

“Yes, of course!” she exclaimed. “I’ll be there!”

“See you then,” he told her, and bade her farewell before hanging up.

“Fitz, Jerry’s going to produce my play!” she exclaimed. He pulled her down into his lap.

“I knew he would, Lily – you’re a brilliant playwright,” he told her, kissing her. She gave herself up to his kiss, melting into his arms. Very slowly, he began to unzip her dress, and she pushed off his jacket. They had shed all their clothes except their underwear when the phone rang again, and Fitz sighed with frustration against the bare flesh of her stomach. They tried to ignore it, but the caller was persistent, so Lily once more untangled herself from Fitz’s embrace.

“Hello Lily, it’s Mum!” her mother said.

“Mum, this really isn’t a good time – I’m in the middle of a very important scene – can I call you back later? All right – I love you.” She hung up the telephone.

“Now, where were we?” he asked her, pulling her back to him, beginning to kiss her again. She pushed him away gently.

“Fitz, we can’t – not now, at least,” she amended her statement when she saw his face fall. “We’ve only just met,” she continued. “We’re moving too fast.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “Will you come see the show again tonight?” he asked her. “It’s the last night of the production. Then will you come to the last night party with me?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Of course I will,” she agreed, smiling at him.

“Good,” he said, giving her a kiss before getting up. “I have to go, Lily,” he said, getting dressed. “Our final rehearsal starts soon. I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box office,” he said. He bent down and gave her one last kiss. “I’ll see you tonight.”

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That afternoon, Lily became Jerry Silber’s newest client, and they began to plan the release of Lily’s play. Fitz would play the lead male role, and Jerry thought that Alicia Braun would be a good fit for the female lead.

“I’ll let you know when we’ve got the theatre and the director, Lily,” he told her.

“I really appreciate it, Jerry,” she replied. “Thank you for everything.”

“Lily, I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” he told her, and she nodded, smiling.

That night the house was packed for the final performance of Tamerlane. Fitz was truly outstanding in his final performance, even better than he had been the four other times she had seen him perform this role. After the show, she once again met him in his dressing room.

“That was fantastic, Fitz!” she said, stepping into his embrace. He held her close to him, and she could feel every one of his muscles against her body. She shivered in his embrace, and he held her closer.

“Let’s not go to the last-night party,” he whispered in her ear. “We can go back to my apartment and I’ll make you dinner.”

“All right,” she whispered, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lightly before releasing her from his embrace.

“Let me get changed, dear,” he said, and she nodded. He stepped behind the screen and removed his costume, changing into a suit before stepping back around. “Ready to go?” he asked her, and she nodded. He led her out through the back door, and he walked over to a small two-seater convertible, unlocking it and opened the door.

“Your chariot awaits, my dear,” he said, bowing. She smiled at him in delight.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she replied as she entered the car. He closed the door behind her with a flourish and got in the car as well. They drove uptown to a gorgeous townhouse.

“You live here, Fitz?” Lily gasped.

“Yes I do,” he replied, smiling down at her. “Would you like to come in?” he asked her.

“Yes, I would,” she replied, taking his hand and allowing him to help her out of the car. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and led her up to the front door of his townhouse, which he unlocked, and then led her inside to the parlour.

His townhouse was quite tastefully decorated – the couches were deep and soft, there were various paintings hanging on the walls, and it had a warm, cosy feeling.

“This is very nice,” she told him as she sat down on one of the couches, sinking into the soft cushions.

“Thank you, Lily,” he said. He was standing at the bar. “What would you like to drink? Champagne?” he suggested.

“All right,” she agreed, and he brought the bottle and two flutes over. He popped the cork, and she giggled as it shot across the room. He poured the champagne into the flutes and set the bottle in an ice bucket, handing a glass to Lily.

“To us,” he toasted, clinking his glass against hers.

“To us,” she echoed, smiling at him.

He wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled up with him. They sipped their champagne, and when their glasses were empty, Fitz set them down on the coffee table.

“Hungry?” he asked her, and she nodded.

“Can I help?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied. He led her into the kitchen.

“Is spaghetti all right?” he asked her, and she nodded.

“What can I do?” she asked as he began to boil the water.

“Could you make a salad?” he asked her.

“Yes, of course,” she replied. He got the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and carrots out of the refrigerator, as well as some Italian dressing. He set up a cutting board and handed her a knife, and she began to cut the tomatoes. When the pasta was ready, he strained it. Lily was not yet done with the salad, and he came around behind her, placing his hands over hers, and they finished cutting the vegetables that way. They finished the salad quite quickly, and placed it in a glass bowl. She brought the salad over to the table while he brought their spaghetti over. He pulled out her chair, and she sat down in it, while he went back to the parlour and brought the champagne to the table, pouring them both another glass.

They had another lovely meal together, laughing throughout the meal. When it was over, Fitz and Lily brought the dishes back into the kitchen, and they began to wash them.

As they washed the dishes, Lily was overcome with an urge to splash Fitz, which she did. He looked at her in disbelief as she tried to restrain her giggles. He looked at her, his face entirely serious.

“There will be some grave consequences for that action,” he told her.

“Really?” she asked him.

“Really,” he told her, his expression solemn as he splashed her back. She looked at him in shock and then began to giggle, splashing him again. Their antics escalated into a full-fledged water fight, and they only stopped when the sink was empty.

Once their water fight was over, she looked down at her dress in dismay. “I’m soaking wet!” she exclaimed, dismayed.

He looked down at his clothes as well. “So am I,” he said. “Why don’t we hang up your dress in the bathroom?” he suggested, and she allowed him to lead her upstairs. “Would you like to stay the night?” he asked her, almost shyly.

“All right,” she agreed. He smiled at her. They entered his bedroom, which had a huge, king-sized bed in the centre. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a nightshirt for her.

“Will this be all right?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Could you unzip me, please?” she asked him, and he nodded, helping her out of her dress. As he turned back to the closet to get a hanger, she took a deep breath and shed her underwear. When he turned back to her, her dress on a hanger, he dropped it in shock.

“Lily,” he breathed as he took in the sight of her naked body. He strode towards her, leaving her dress forgotten on the ground. She stood there, blushing, as he walked around her, taking in the sight of her beautiful figure. “You’re beautiful,” he told her sincerely.

“Thank you,” she replied, beginning to unfasten his tie, then moved on to his shirt, while he removed his trousers. When they were both completely naked, he embraced her, kissing her passionately. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her on top of the covers. He joined her on the bed, straddling her, and began kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts... She gasped and moaned underneath his touch.

“Lily...” he groaned as he guided himself into her. She cried out in pain and pleasure as he moved within her. “Lily...”

“Fitz!” she called out his name as she began to come.

“Oh, Lily, Lily!” he shouted as he collapsed on top of her. He rolled over, holding her close to him.

“I love you, Fitz,” she said.

“I love you, Lily,” he replied.

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The next morning they lay in each other’s arms, and he noticed that she seemed to be in pain. “Lily?” he asked her tentatively. “Was this your first time?”

She nodded. “Was it that obvious?” she asked him, blushing embarrassedly, burying her face against his shoulder.

“No, not at all – but are you all right?” he asked her tenderly, tilting her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

“I’m a bit sore,” she admitted. “But it was the most amazing experience of my life. I don’t regret it at all,” she told him, soothing his fears.

“I don’t regret it, either,” he told her, kissing her lovingly. “Will you come to dinner with me tonight?” he asked her.

“Of course I will,” she said. He smiled down at her, kissing her again.

“I do love you,” he said.

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

[jkamd18]

Very good