Baizen 5

If Dillon Baizen wanted something, he certainly made sure that he got it. Whether it was the spoiled brat inside of him, or the ambitious boy inside; Dillon always got what he wanted. And what he wanted at nine in the morning was a beautiful brunette to accompany him to breakfast and a day in bed with movies. Even he had to check himself, when he had woken up with the urge to stay in bed all Sunday, and watch rom-coms, was a startling, and brand new urge for Dillon.

It was a Sunday tradition for Dillon when he was younger; to spend most of the day lying in bed between his grandparents, watching movies that always zoomed over his head. Yet the tradition faded as Dillon had grown, and Sunday seemed to be the only day that his grandparents functioned all day outside of the house. At the crack of dawn, the maid could be heard hurrying about the apartment. Rushing to prepare breakfast and the house for the rest of the day, the maid had much to do on what was usually everyone's day off.

Dillon's grandfather spent time in the East Village with colleagues of his that had become professors at NYU, and his grandmother shopped until the sunset. For Dillon, it wasn't unusual to wake up at quarter to noon and the house be empty. However it was very unusual for Dillon to wake up before eleven, and to actually feel unproductive. He had spent half the night thinking of Lilly Bass, her curls and her full lips, and the dress she had been wearing. The other half of the night was dedicated to thinking of ways to woo her and to keep her.

At quarter after nine, Lilly's phone rang. Groggily, she sat up and searched uselessly around her bed. The noise that her phone insisted on making could be head, but the object was nowhere to be found. Once she finally spotted the noisy, vibrating object, it quit making noise. She sighed and let herself fall back onto the pillows, but as soon as her head graced the soft cushion, the phone began to trill again.

"Hello," Lilly whispered.

She hadn't checked the caller ID, she just lifted the phone to her ear to stop the noise.

"Lilly," a voice drawled.

Lilly felt her entire body jump out of its sleep state. She smiled to herself.

"Dillon," Lilly sighed into the phone.

"Good morning beautiful girl," Dillon said, "what are you doing right now?"

Lilly looked around, well she had just woken up, and wasn't a great morning person; a bit like her father.

"I am laying in bed, my hair is messy and I don't remember how I got under my covers," Lilly said with a truthful nod.

Dillon laughed on the other side of the line. He could imagine Lilly's frazzled curls and a grumpy look about her face. So she wasn't a morning person, noted on his part.

"How quickly can you be ready?" Dillon asked.

Lilly thought the question over. It could take the girls hours to prepare for a ball or gala. However it took maybe forty-five minutes to prepare for school, or a day of shopping. Lilly needed specifics.

"What am I getting ready for?" Dillon could imagine her eyebrow raising in curiosity.

"A movie day," Dillon rushed, "in bed with me, all day."

Lilly smiled to herself. A movie day, a day in bed with Dillon? It was an enticing idea. Cameron had never liked the idea of movie days unless they were watching old gangster films with no meaning and an intricate plot that lead to a bunch of nothing. Anything other than an Italian mob shooting people, Cameron was against it. But Dillon seemed eager to spend the day with her, and Lilly knew he had a fine taste in pretentious films as well as the very old classics.

"What should I wear?" Lilly asked?

"Pajamas," Dillon snickered.

"When should I be ready?"

"Half an hour, I'll send the car," Dillon said.

There was no chance for Lilly to answer, or to ask another question. Dillon had hung up on her, and he smugly left her wanting more. She sighed in her bed, looking at her closet with bewildered eyes. The only pajamas she wore out were the pajamas meant not to be sexy, but cute for slumber party purposes. Lilly had nothing suitable to wear, her sexy stuff would get her in major trouble with her father, and her presentable pajamas reminded her of a twelve year old.

Some bold part of Lilly Bass came out when it came to Dillon though. As she pondered outfit choices, she came to the conclusion to damn it all to hell, and go with what she wanted. In her closet, tucked away under the mountains of clothes that had been jammed into one of her many chests, was a small white box. Why her mother had given her this package on her sixteenth birthday, Lilly would never know. But as she removed the box from its space, she could get a small hint.

The label on the box was German, and it was written in the intricate, old fashioned script. There was an immense amount of tissue paper in the box, it covered up the silky object within. A silk night gown very fitted to Lilly's frame, and mint green. The nightgown was short; it barely covered her ass matter of fact, and sheer. But it was lined underneath with a sort of white lace. Lilly stared at the fabric and with an assuring nod, she chose her outfit.

Dillon found himself rushing around the market he had just entered. There wasn't a single scrap of food that he deemed okay for a movie day. Although he knew Lilly Bass wouldn't be caught dead with a fattening cake from a box, he knew her food weaknesses. The girl was a sucker for macaroons and every now and then she would scarf down an éclair or two. But very rarely with the éclairs. Still Dillon grabbed both sweets, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon because he knew she had a taste for that champagne. By the time he was done doing his form of grocery shopping, he was already ten minutes late.

The car was sent to pick Lilly up at quarter til ten, and it was five after ten. Surely she wouldn't already be at his house? In a panic, Dillon power walked down the sidewalk, paying attention to no one around him. Once he made it to the apartment, he practically ran to the elevator. The inconvenience of the elevator's slow speed caused anxiety to build up in Dillon. That is when he realized that this was his first date.

The apartment was silent. So she had yet to arrive? Dillon hurried to his room to change back into his silk pajamas. Upstairs, near his grandparent's room, was the in home theatre. He promised her a day in bed, and there was a large bed up there from the times of Sunday morning tradition, but Dillon had to prepare it. Hurriedly, he took everything up to the room. To his surprise though, Lilly was already laying on the massive bed and she had started the previews to a movie.

Lilly hadn't heard Dillon enter behind her. When she arrived to the empty pent house, she called down for a maid. The maid assumed when she said movies, that she meant the home theatre. When Lilly said in bed, the Portuguese woman went straight to a button on the wall and it was like watching the red sea of movie chairs part. It was like those cheap motel scenes in comedy films, when a bed flipped out of the wall Usually they were springy and didn't cooperate. However this bed was massive, and slid easily into position. A movie was already in the DVD player and Lilly just pressed play on the large remote.

Dillon admired from a distance. The girl was an intoxicating view, very sexy yet subtle and almost childlike. She was laying down, her ankles crossed in the air. The silk fabric she wore was riding up her thighs a bit, and it was mint green with white lace. Her curls weren't perfect, yet they were. They were tied up in a mint green ribbon and of course she wore a white headband. Dillon crept up slowly behind her, planting a kiss on her calf.

"Oh my gosh!" Lilly shrieked.

"Hello beautiful," Dillon whispered against her skin.

He climbed on the bed and relaxed against the headboard. Lilly turned towards him and smiled. Seductively, she crawled closer to him. She was playful today, but Dillon was determined to take it slow. She kissed his chest through the silk but Dillon just softly grasped her chin between his fingers.

"Not today lovely girl," he sighed.

Lilly was stunned at his words, but she could only smile. Was she the only girl that Dillon didn't expect sex from? She snuggled into his side and his arms encircled her.

"Dillon Baizen is a romantic," Lilly giggled, "who knew?"

"Well now you do, and that's all that matters."