Over the next two weeks Lilith's flu symptoms subsided. She was still being violently sick on a regular basis, which despite her protests that she was fine, still worried me. But she was on the road to recovery. To tell the truth I found myself hoping that she wouldn't recover just yet. I had immensely enjoyed taking care of her and spending more time as a family.
At her worst, Lilith was frail. I recall one night, she fell asleep on the couch, after almost half an hour of watching her sleep, I decided to lift her weak body into my arms and carry her to bed. To be honest I could've just woken her gently and let her make her own way to bed, but I relished the chance to be close to her and touch her. A feeling I had convinced myself had long since died.
As she recovered Lilith began to show signs of getting back to her old self. I remembered how much I had hated the way she was always right, but loved it at the same time. She'd get this glint her eye when she knew something I didn't and loved to tell me when I was doing something wrong. Though in an endearing playful way.
Over the time Lilith had spent at my apartment we became more like the family we once were. Niles had even shown signs of repressed jealousy as Lilith and I became increasingly inseparable.
Several times we had been mistaken for newlyweds. After a while we decided that it was less bother-not to mention more fun, to let people draw their own conclusions.
And to think, all this had happened within just two weeks.
Frederick made regular trips to the hospital accompanied by his mommy AND daddy. His arm was healing well. Although in a house full of doctors you'd expect nothing less.
Lilith had been sleeping in my bed, as Daphne-ever so politely, refused to share her room. Exclaiming that she didn't want to catch Lilith illness. Frederick slept on a cot in dad's room and I slept on the couch. Well, for the first week, at least.
Late one night I had crept into my room to fetch a pillow from my closet. As I crossed the room to leave I stubbed my toe on the solid wooden frame of the bed.
"Aw! Shi….."
Lilith stirred. Groaned. And then mumbled something that sounded like, "Mmmm…. Frasier?…"
I stumbled to the side of the bed in the semi-darkness, fell, and landed next to her. "Yes, Lilith, it's me." I whispered. "I just came in to get another pillow. Go back to sleep sweetheart."
To my surprise she moved towards me-her eyes still closed. Wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me to her. It was so unexpected I didn't even have time to realise what was happening. She pressed her lips to mine and for a while I couldn't help but kiss back. Her lips were delicate and affectionate, and her skin was so soft and warm, my whole body tingled with infatuation. No woman could ever make me feel that way; no woman had ever kissed me the way Lilith did.
Suddenly, she pulled away, her eyes wide with shock as we both realised what had just happened.
She turned away, obviously embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry. I was, dreaming."
"Oh." That would explain it, but I have to admit my sprits sank as she explained. I knew it was too good to be true, that she had kissed me with that much passion knowing it was me and knowing exactly what she was doing……….But then. If she was still dreaming when she kissed me, why did she say my name before?
I tried to make light of the situation. "So, good dream, huh?" I chuckled, half-heartedly.
"She let out a small sigh combined with a giggle. "Yeah."
"So." I gazed at her playfully. "Who were you dreaming about?"
"You…………….Wouldn't know him."
"Come on, Lilith." I smirked. "We're friends. You can tell me."
"Frasier! It was no one. Please don't make an embarrassing situation worse." She said, her eyes pleading but with a smile on her lips.
"Okay." I placed my hand on her arm. "Goodnight, Lilith."
"Goodnight."
Later that night I opened my eyes to find myself on the floor next to the couch, my sheets tangled around my legs and Lilith crouched down next to me.
"Sorry, Frasier. I just came out to get a glass of water and I noticed you'd fallen off the couch." She smiled.
"Oh, I didn't realise." I replied, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"You could sleep through an earthquake." She laughed softly. "Listen, Frasier. I feel terrible for forcing you out of your bed the past week."
"Lilith, you weren't forcing me.."
"Even so, why don't you come and sleep with me?"
I couldn't help but smile, holding back a chuckle.
"I mean, in your bed-In the same bed. No, I mean, GO TO SLEEP in the same bed as me." Lilith corrected herself. Then decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and put her hand to her forehead in despair.
"I know what you meant, Lilith." I beamed. "But, I don't think that's a ver…"
"Frasier." She stopped me. "We're both adults. I don't want to put you out any longer. Please. For me." She pulled her puppy eyes expression, which from past experience, she knew I couldn't say no to. "I promise I won't kiss you again." She let out a slight giggle.
"Okay." I gave in. "For you."
At her worst, Lilith was frail. I recall one night, she fell asleep on the couch, after almost half an hour of watching her sleep, I decided to lift her weak body into my arms and carry her to bed. To be honest I could've just woken her gently and let her make her own way to bed, but I relished the chance to be close to her and touch her. A feeling I had convinced myself had long since died.
As she recovered Lilith began to show signs of getting back to her old self. I remembered how much I had hated the way she was always right, but loved it at the same time. She'd get this glint her eye when she knew something I didn't and loved to tell me when I was doing something wrong. Though in an endearing playful way.
Over the time Lilith had spent at my apartment we became more like the family we once were. Niles had even shown signs of repressed jealousy as Lilith and I became increasingly inseparable.
Several times we had been mistaken for newlyweds. After a while we decided that it was less bother-not to mention more fun, to let people draw their own conclusions.
And to think, all this had happened within just two weeks.
Frederick made regular trips to the hospital accompanied by his mommy AND daddy. His arm was healing well. Although in a house full of doctors you'd expect nothing less.
Lilith had been sleeping in my bed, as Daphne-ever so politely, refused to share her room. Exclaiming that she didn't want to catch Lilith illness. Frederick slept on a cot in dad's room and I slept on the couch. Well, for the first week, at least.
Late one night I had crept into my room to fetch a pillow from my closet. As I crossed the room to leave I stubbed my toe on the solid wooden frame of the bed.
"Aw! Shi….."
Lilith stirred. Groaned. And then mumbled something that sounded like, "Mmmm…. Frasier?…"
I stumbled to the side of the bed in the semi-darkness, fell, and landed next to her. "Yes, Lilith, it's me." I whispered. "I just came in to get another pillow. Go back to sleep sweetheart."
To my surprise she moved towards me-her eyes still closed. Wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me to her. It was so unexpected I didn't even have time to realise what was happening. She pressed her lips to mine and for a while I couldn't help but kiss back. Her lips were delicate and affectionate, and her skin was so soft and warm, my whole body tingled with infatuation. No woman could ever make me feel that way; no woman had ever kissed me the way Lilith did.
Suddenly, she pulled away, her eyes wide with shock as we both realised what had just happened.
She turned away, obviously embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry. I was, dreaming."
"Oh." That would explain it, but I have to admit my sprits sank as she explained. I knew it was too good to be true, that she had kissed me with that much passion knowing it was me and knowing exactly what she was doing……….But then. If she was still dreaming when she kissed me, why did she say my name before?
I tried to make light of the situation. "So, good dream, huh?" I chuckled, half-heartedly.
"She let out a small sigh combined with a giggle. "Yeah."
"So." I gazed at her playfully. "Who were you dreaming about?"
"You…………….Wouldn't know him."
"Come on, Lilith." I smirked. "We're friends. You can tell me."
"Frasier! It was no one. Please don't make an embarrassing situation worse." She said, her eyes pleading but with a smile on her lips.
"Okay." I placed my hand on her arm. "Goodnight, Lilith."
"Goodnight."
Later that night I opened my eyes to find myself on the floor next to the couch, my sheets tangled around my legs and Lilith crouched down next to me.
"Sorry, Frasier. I just came out to get a glass of water and I noticed you'd fallen off the couch." She smiled.
"Oh, I didn't realise." I replied, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"You could sleep through an earthquake." She laughed softly. "Listen, Frasier. I feel terrible for forcing you out of your bed the past week."
"Lilith, you weren't forcing me.."
"Even so, why don't you come and sleep with me?"
I couldn't help but smile, holding back a chuckle.
"I mean, in your bed-In the same bed. No, I mean, GO TO SLEEP in the same bed as me." Lilith corrected herself. Then decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and put her hand to her forehead in despair.
"I know what you meant, Lilith." I beamed. "But, I don't think that's a ver…"
"Frasier." She stopped me. "We're both adults. I don't want to put you out any longer. Please. For me." She pulled her puppy eyes expression, which from past experience, she knew I couldn't say no to. "I promise I won't kiss you again." She let out a slight giggle.
"Okay." I gave in. "For you."