Disclaimer - not mine, wish it was, yadda yadda yadda . . .

Hey all - or whoever is left, still reading fanfics - gee, lots of my fav writers haven't seemed to be updating much lately. My excuse is . . . ahem, WAS studying/doing the HSC - but that finished in Nov! (all 80's and a 90 - 88.35 UAI! Soo happy!) The rest was just me being lazy and having supreme writer's block. I'd like to rectify that situation. I'm not sure how much will really happen in this chapter - but I swear I'll try to think of an actual plot line soon!

Oh, and HAD to mention - how damn brilliant and lovely is Finding Neverland?! I mean - WOW - it's just brilliant!!! Goooooooo Johnny!!!!! thinks - kick Jamie Foxx's butt and WIN THAT OSCAR!!!!! ahem, sorry about that.

OK, so I kinda skipped out any detail that went between the last and this chapter - I'm sure you guys can think of your own detail re: a night with Mort Rainey. Sigh Lucky girl that Lilly!!!!

Oh, also randomly - LOVED "Phantom of the Opera" - such a beautiful movie - and with great music. I don't know what those evil critics are talking about - only 80's synth music in about 2 numbers out of a 2.5 hour movie!!!! Ok, the chapter . . .

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Lilly opened her eyes with a yawn, blinking rapidly in an attempt to remove the sleep from her eyes. Still half asleep,

she scanned the room. The surroundings were unfamiliar. Where was she? She bolted upright.

Her attention was caught by the sound of soft breathing, turning to find Mort lying next to her. The very handsome

Mort, who appeared to be wearing nothing but the sheet which seemed almost strategically placed just beneath his

midsection. 'OK, now it's coming back' she thought with a grin. She laid her head back down on the pillow, closed her

eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of his hair. Last night was . . . nice. It had became apparent to Lilly, that writing

was not the only talent of Mort Rainey!

Mort groaned softly as he twisted around to face Lilly. "Morning" he greeted sleepily, "good morning to you too" Lilly

replied brushing the hair back from Mort's eyes. Even when disheveled . . . he looked fantastic. Well actually, she

reasoned, disheveled on Mort is best. Imagine what he'd look like if he brushed that mane of his! Lilly silently giggled

at the very idea.

"What would you say to breakfast in bed?" Mort inquired, propping his elbow on the pillow. "I would say, let me get it

for you" Lilly replied as she eased out of bed, pulling on her silky black slip. She turned back to her lover to kiss him

gently on his forehead.

A few moments later, she returned with a large wooden tray of corn fritters, a slice of toast and strong black coffee.

"You're an absolute angel" he told her, in a voice close to velvet. Lilly grinned. "I'm just going to take a quick shower,

OK?" she informed, waving coyly as she left the room.

The shower of steaming water was positively rejuvenating. Lilly beamed with delight as she recalled each exquisite

moment of the night before in her mind. 'I'm in love. Definitely in love. That ex-wife of his must have been a complete

fool to leave such a wonderful guy. Well, lucky for me then! What could have possibly happened between those two?'

Lilly sure as hell wasn't going to ask anytime soon. Guys seem to be a little touchy about such things. Men - so fragile.

Lilly switched off the water and wrapped her fuzzy blue towel tightly around her. She was battling whether to hop back

into bed with Mort, or to go downstairs for breakfast. She paused outside Mort's room and heard that familiar voice -

with a Southern accent. 'Seriously, Mort - he's funny, intelligent, gentlemanly and just a generally wonderful guy. But

WHAT is the go with the whole talking-to-himself-in-a-strange-(but nevertheless sexy) Southern-accent thing all

about?!' She backed away from the door in quiet frustration and decided to do the latter option.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and crisp white shirt, she grabbed an apple and went to sit on the front porch, gazing

out at the tranquil water. The lake was so calm, and utterly peaceful.

Lilly's reverie was shattered, however, by the shrill ringing of the telephone. "Best to let him stay in bed, at least for a

few minutes" she murmured quietly to herself.

She rushed inside and grabbed the phone. "Hello - " Lilly began, suddenly cut off by another familiar voice "Lilly, It's

Thomas . . ."

Yeah, that whole chapter was pretty much me . . .er, I mean Lilly, salivating over the totally hot Mr. Rainey aka the delectable Mr. Depp! Yeah, I hope there is some suspense or plot on the way soon! Thanks all!- R&R if you have any time - would be greatly appreciated.