These stories will be from Lily's pov, basically her fantasies of Rufus now and her history with him.
12.12.07
She entered the elevator on the 41st floor of the building that housed her lawyer, she pressed the down button, her finger caressed the smooth wooden finish of the wall. Her mind drifted to what she was going tell Serena tonight, about her and Bart Bass. Then her thoughts drifted to the party where she'd gotten Rufus to escort her and the searing kiss he'd bestowed upon her.
Her fingers drifted up to check her chignon, still perfect. Being a mom was a hard image to maintain, especially when one had money, society expected you to look like it took no effort to maintain that image, raising two children alone was a difficult thing to do. It was always about what society demanded of her as a person, a rich one and being a Van Der Woodsen, just for once, she'd like to let go. Let them all go hang themselves and be her own person.
Only in the dark when she was alone could she remember what had made her a passionate woman back then, when she'd been young and had had no responsibilities. It had been herself and no one else, no one to hold her down. Only him and when she felt like being with him, he was there for her and her alone, all those years, they'd had no contact and now that they had, she hungered for his touch.
Having not been with a man in quite awhile had taxed her patience, she'd been snapping at a few people lately, not intentionally, just her skin was crawling. She almost felt like screaming her head off on a rooftop would allow her to express some of the emotions that had been tying her up inside. Each night she woke up with the sheets twisted around her lithesome body, naked and sweaty to the touch. She almost felt like she was in heat, no one but him would do. It was horrible not being able to have what she wanted, she couldn't touch or talk to him.
That night, when she thought they'd be the only adults at the Thanksgiving dinner, she'd had this wicked fantasy of them sending the kids off for some stupid errand and having them do it up against the wall. Forbidden but so hot, her fingers trembled at the thought. One of her favorite positions when they'd been together as teenagers had been with her backed up against the wall, with him against her, skin to skin, her right leg stretched up against his shoulder, as he took her and moved inside her so fluidly and erotically.
Her brain began to whirl with naughty ideas and thoughts. There had been that night when they'd been at his gallery looking at the stars, a naughty idea had crossed her mind then.
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