Okay, hey all! So, I really love the musical Hello Dolly! But, I love the movie even more. Walter Matthau is just amazing in his role as Horace Vandergelder, and though Barbara Streisand isn't the best in this role, she is still a legend. So this is my take a little after they get married, probably about two years later. Please review! This is Dolly's and Cornelius's point of view. And I don't own the rights to anything to do with Hello Dolly!
Dolly POV:
I flop down on the couch, completely beat. It had been a long day. Full of society breakfasts and lunches ad dinners, all of the men coming up to me and my man talking about business and money, and all those stuck up wives who have nothing better to do then talk about... Well, I guess I wasn't really paying that much attention to what they were saying anyway.
I guess what I am trying to convey is this is not exactly my forte. But when I see him walk into the living room, his tie undone and a boyish grin on his face, I know that it's all worth it. My darling Horace... I had been lucky to find the man of my dreams not once, but twice. With his chocolate brown eyes sparkling, his slightly thinned salt and pepper hair tousled, and of course- his adorable grin plastered on his face.
When I first met him, I found him irritable, grumpy, dull, "old," and selfish. When I married him, I found him irritable, grumpy, dull and "old." (He had outgrown the selfish part.) But now, being married a blissful two years, I found out that I was wrong. He may still seem like that to others, but I see past his charade. When he's with me, he's kind, funny, generous, happy, and loving. I'm just glad I stuck around long enough to find out who he truly was. Sure, I may exasperate him sometimes, but he always will stick with me... And that's something I can count on.
He notices me, sitting on the couch and smiling at him. He smiles back, and a glow seems to fill his eyes. "What is that smile for Mrs. Vandergelder?" He asks, with a teasing grin on his face. "Have you been trying to match up one of my poor business partners again?" I pretend to look hurt, but it's hard to conceal my amusement. "Horace!" I exclaim. "You don't trust me?" I say, batting my eyelashes at him. He laughs, and sits down on the other end of the couch. "Mrs. Dolly Vandergelder, when it comes to you and your meddling ways, I would trust you about as much as I like half the people I do business with," he says mischievously. I laugh. That, in translation, means not a lot.
"Why, I'm offended Mr. Vandergelder!" I say, trying to look hurt. "You of all people should know by now that I do NOT meddle, I merely push a situation in the right direction." Horace shoots me a grin, his eyes sparkling. "Well then Mrs. Vandergelder," he starts, scooting closer and closer to me on the couch. "I think our trust situation needs to be remedied." He tries to kiss me, but I push his chest, still not done with teasing him. "Quite frankly Mr. Vandergelder, I don't think your behavior deserves a kiss. Making fun of your wife like that, shame on you!" I say, trying to look mad. Horace gives me a devilish look, knowing full well that I can't hold out on him for long even when I am truly mad at him, much less when I'm only playing.
"Oh, I'm truly sorry Mrs. Vandergelder," he whispers, moving closer to me. This time, I don't stop him. "Truly, truly sorry." Before I have time to say anything, his lips are on mine, and I'm completely lost. Even after two years, the kisses still are dizzying, like the room is flying in a circle. As he presses me back into the pillows, I wrap my arms around him, trying to forget everything except his touch, his taste, his scent. "Dolly," he whispers as his lips trail down my neck. "My darling Dolly." I hold him tightly, never wanting this to end. "Horace," I manage to gasp out, for once at a loss for words. He pulls away, tracing my cheek with his thumb.
"I love you Dolly," He says softly, giving me another kiss. This is like a full on sonnet from my husband, who isn't one for romantic words, or words at all for that matter. But when he says it, it makes it all the more precious, all the more dear. "And I love you," I whisper in his ear, before kissing his head, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his mouth. He deepens the kiss, and I realize that even after two years, the passion is still there, the love and wonder. I smile, thinking that out of our whole topsy turvy adventure came a beautiful marriage.
"I think we'd best take this upstairs," he says, before (literally) sweeping me off my feet and carrying me up the stairs to our bedroom. "What's gotten into you tonight?"I laugh, hitting him lightly on the chest. He sets me on my feet, before slowly starting to undress for bed. "Hmm," he says, pretending to think. "Maybe it was that dress you were wearing. Or maybe it was the way you swept all the men off of their feet tonight. Maybe it was the way you danced with me, holding onto me like I was your life raft..." He was going to say more, until I shushed him with a kiss. "Point made," I say before getting ready for bed myself. I slip under the covers, closing my eyes in contentment.
Suddenly, I open one eye and see a shadow over me. I look up to see Horace looming over me, a smirk on his face. "I think you're forgetting something darling," he says, his lips very close to my ear. I try to sound nonchalant, but my voice comes out as a squeak. God that man is gorgeous! "And what exactly might that be?" I croak, hoping the teasing stops soon. "A goodnight kiss," was his reply before kissing me slowly and passionately. I moan his name, and lose myself in the sensations he evokes in me. Finally, I put everything out of my head except making love to this beautiful man I adored.
Well, there's chapter 1. I tried to keep it pretty clean, so I hope that worked out. I censored it so it wasn't anything above T rating. The next chapter it's Horace's point of view, so stay tuned. This is dedicated to Walter John Matthau. R.I.P and love always!