This is my first Rufus/Lily story. Its loosely based on certain events mentioned between the two at various nostalic moments on the show. This is how I imagined that they happened. I'm starting it slow and I'll eventually get on to what happened that night at 'The Sky Lark Inn'. None of the characters are mine. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!
Lily stood backstage, clutching tightly to her camera. Lincoln Hawk had just finished their set and she was excited to tell Rufus how amazing they were on stage. She had taken 4 rolls of film of them alone, well mostly of Rufus, but that couldn't be helped, he was the lead singer of course her lens would be drawn to him, well that and also because she was head over heels heart stopping, mind blowingly in love with Rufus Humphrey. She'd had lots of guys, well lots of rock stars in her past, but none of them were quite like him. He saw Lily. In a way nobody had ever seen her in her entire life. He listened to what she had to say, he actually cared what she had to say and didn't get bored of her once the novelty of her beauty had worn off. They had been inseparable for months now, she was officially his groupie.
They had travelled all around America in an old beat up mini van, in which they ate, slept and made love. It was dirty, cramped, and falling apart, but Lily loved every minute of it. And only partly because her mother hated the idea of it so much. Mostly though because she got to spend all of her time with Rufus. She fell for him quickly, but she was too scared to admit it. He on the other hand confessed his love quickly, he was an almost rock star, he had a way with words and wearing his heart on his sleeve. Something which terrified her and excited her all at the same time. because after all Lily was a Rhodes, and expressing love for another person wasn't something to be done so freely. It occurred to her one day that Rufus had told her he loved her more times than her Mother had her whole life, it didn't sadden Lily, it made her pity her mother, had she not known this kind of love?
He had told her one summers night, they lay in the back of their mini van and she had said something dumb, she couldn't even remember what it was now, he laughed at her and she hit him playfully all she could remember was hearing her own laughter as his stopped and he held the side of her cheek and told her he loved her. Lily had said those three words before, many times, to many people. But she had always known that she had never really meant them. Sure there were some boys that she loved, but she was never actually 'in love'. And so she said the words freely, what!? they were just words, so she said them, they believed her, they were happy, she was happy, she would get bored, they would get bored and so she moved on. They were just words, there was no real feelings involved and so nobody got hurt. All was well that ended well. But these...she thought, were not just words. These were feelings, real heart pounding, stomach dropping feelings that she had never felt before and it scared her.
He looked so deeply into her eyes, so deeply in fact she was sure he could tell exactly what she was thinking. There was a long silence as he waited for her reply for her to tell him she loved him too. She could tell him, and it would be a perfect moment, like something out of a film. But she couldn't, because she knew that the stakes were just too high. if she told Rufus she loved him and he left on Lincoln Hawks European tour, she would be alone, he would have all the power and she would be heartbroken. And even though she risked losing him anyway and being left heartbroken, at least Rufus or anybody else would be non the wiser. And so she did what Lily Rhodes did best, she diverted the situation by kissing him, squarely on the lips and with more passion that she had ever felt for anyone. She knew Rufus really loved her. It was in the way his eyes searched deeply into hers, as if he could read her soul. It was in the way his hand always rested at the bottom of her back, letting her know, he was there protecting her. It was every little time he smiled when she looked at him, it made her heart stop, it made her vulnerable.
They made love in the back of their mini van on the old moth eaten mattress and flowery sheets. She avoided eye contact with him the whole time and pretended to go to sleep straight after. And he must of believed her because while she had her eyes closed he brushed her hair out of her face, kissed her forehead and whispered 'sweet dreams my love' before pulling his arm around her and falling asleep. She had wanted nothing more than to say those words back, but she daren't, she was a coward.