Baizen
Lilly Bass was quick in replying to Dillon's messages. She was even faster in coming up to her bedroom. Dillon had overheard her father and mother's questioning, and then her quick footsteps as she climbed the stairs. Needless to say, Dillon was impressed with little Miss Bass.
Still in her Constance uniform, she imitated her mother's past fashion designs. A plaid skirt with the white tights, a fitted jacket and an even better fitted button up shirt underneath; Lilly looked like every Upper East Side boy's wet dream. Only problem with Lilly is that she was all day dream, not actual action. Well except for when it came to Dillon. Dillon was the lucky man who was exposed to the actions of Lilly Bass.
"That was awfully fast," Dillon drawled.
Lilly shrugged and then crossed the room to her chaise. She sat her purse down next her and slid easily onto the furniture. Her feet tucked underneath her, skirt riding up just a bit, Lilly felt more comfortable. She knew she would have some sort of control in this situation.
"I love presents," Lilly smiled.
Dillon smiled back at her. This silly girl. It was obvious as to why she hurried up to him. Just like it was obvious as to why he had rushed here after her drink date with Archibald. He had been waiting to get this girl alone ever since they somewhat made up two days ago. And even though he was sure he was caught earlier, spying on her, she still looked happy to see him. There was something intriguing about Lilly, and Dillon was enamored with the idea of finding out her every secret.
"You have to come get it," Dillon teased.
Lilly sighed heavily but she still wore a smile. How different she felt now. Earlier she felt so guilty for not being able to tell Cameron she loved him, but now that was all forgotten. She was back in her game of cat and mouse with Dillon, and she was risking it all. With her parents just three floors below her, Lilly stood and strode over to Dillon. She stopped right in front of him and smirked.
Dillon stared up into Lilly's brown eyes and lost himself for a moment. Chocolate, her eyes reminded him of chocolate. Lilly leaned into him, and instinctively he wrapped his arms around her thighs. She leaned her head down, and blew into his ear. Dillon felt goose bumps prickle on his arms and he shivered, causing Lilly to smile to herself.
"Ask nicely," Dillon murmured.
"Please," she whispered in his ear, "Dillon please?"
That did it. Dillon caused her knees to buckle underneath her, and the two fell back onto the bed. Lilly giggled and Dillon smiled, he liked that sound. Lilly trailed kisses up Dillon's neck while he situated himself underneath him. As much as he enjoyed her kisses, he was becoming aroused and he was not taking the chance of getting too intimate with her parents below them. Lilly seemed not to care though, because she straddled him and came up for air.
Her curls hung in her face, her headband was crooked. She adjusted the headband and smiled down at Dillon. A beautiful smile, and he couldn't tell what was on her mind with that smile. Lilly was like that though, unnerving with her unreadable faces. That smile could mean that she was playing him, or that she was genuinely happy. Dillon couldn't tell.
"Don't you want your gift?" Dillon asked before she could dive back in.
Lilly pouted. Yes, Lilly Bass pouted as if she was just told no for the first time in her seventeen years of life. It was a beautiful pout, and a saddening pout. Dillon smirked at the pout though. That suggested that she had been wanting much more. Probably as much as he had wanted.
Dillon sat up and she slid nicely into his lap. Instantly, her arms wrapped around his neck. It was as if Lilly had no reason to let him go. Dillon smiled at her and shook his head, causing her to look questioningly at him. What was this girl doing to him? Aside from the fact that she had him at the ready, she also had him buying gifts for her, and showing up at her house to surprise her for something other than sex.
"You don't have to give me anything," Lilly whispered in his ear."
Instead of responding the way he wanted to, Dillon reluctantly ignored her and reached into his back pocket for the small trinket. Despite being crushed under their weight, the small blue box remained perfectly intact. Lilly gasped, a little blue box meant only one thing, Tiffany's. She loved those little blue boxes. And Dillon laughed at her response, finding pleasure in her pleasure. He handed it to her, allowing his fingers to linger on her skin for a moment.
Lilly stared at the box for a moment and then she gently ripped at the white ribbon. Inside the box was a charm bracelet, classically done in sterling silver. The charms were meaningful in the smallest ways. A shoe, her glass slipper. The Eiffel Tower, her favorite spot in the entire world. A purse, because she had a large collection of handbags that dominated her closet. And a heart with a diamond in the center. She eyed the charm curiously. Lilly looked up at Dillon. He gently fingered the tiny charm and then sighed.
"It is a heart, with a princess cut diamond in the center," he said, "you are a princess with a diamond of a heart."
Right then, Lilly knew she loved this boy.
No one had ever said anything like that to her before, including her father. She had been called a princess many a time, and she had also received hundreds of small gifts. But nothing would ever compare to this. She didn't know how to respond, she pulled him into her.
"Thank you," she whispered against his lips, "so much."
Dillon couldn't stop her, and he didn't want to. Lilly was hungrily kissing him, and Dillon loved it. No one had ever kissed him like this, like there was actual emotion behind it. She loved her gift, she was almost speechless. And that made Dillon swell with pride.
Dillon allowed Lilly to push him onto his back and she was back to straddling him. His lips were just as hungry as hers and he deepened the kiss. She began on the buttons of his uniform shirt and he shoved her jacket off of her as quickly as he could. He wanted to stop himself, but he couldn't. He needed her now. Now more than ever, he needed her. Her reaction to the bracelet excited him, made him feel something inside.
"Do you like it?" Dillon asked.
"I love it," Lilly sighed.
And then it happened. As Dillon began to undo the top button of her blouse, the sound of footprints interrupted their serenity. Lilly shot up quickly and lurched across the bedroom. Dillon began on his buttons while Lilly straightened her outfit. She yanked her jacket over her arms and perfected her headband. Dillon was frantically reaching for his shoes that somehow were kicked off in the process.
"How did you get in?" Lilly asked in a hushed tone.
The footprints were heavy, it was her father. But they were slow and he sounded like he was taking his time on the second floor. Dillon hurried around the room. He had come in through the front door, quite simple actually. Walk in the unlocked door, climb up the stairs slowly, and viola. The Bass's honestly should be more concerned with security.
"Dillon," Lilly pleaded.
"Front door," he sighed.
"What?!"
Dillon ignored Lilly; the obvious answer was right in front of them. The closet door was wide open, and it was offering them the most cliché hide out for a boy ever. He hurried into the depths of her closet, tucking himself behind the ball gowns for full protection. Lilly sighed in relief when she couldn't see him, and then she unlocked her door. A fashion magazine laid on her vanity and she grabbed it and plopped down on her bed, opening to a random page.
About a minute later, in walked Chuck. Lilly didn't respond to the noise of her father's footsteps at first. But he cleared his throat to make his presence known.
"Daddy," Lilly spoke in the sweetest voice.
