12

Lisa Miller's Last Chance

Lisa slept soundly that night. Although in the morning, she would have to deal with the anxiety and insecurity of waiting for Scott's answer, when she got to her bed after confessing her feelings to Scott, she felt as light as a feather– as if a large brick had been taken off her chest.

Scott was a different story. He couldn't sleep. He DEFINITELY couldn't sleep in Lisa's apartment. So, he grabbed his coat and decided to take the long walk home. In retrospect, the decision had its pros and cons. On one hand, it was probably the scariest thing Scott had done in years. The buildings loomed ominously over him as he walked past alleyways that threatened harm and fear. It seemed like he would never reach his apartment. On the other hand, despite his paranoid preoccupations, Scott had a lot of time to immediately address this new challenge, concerning Lisa Miller.

He thought seriously about everything Lisa had said. He thought about his life thus far in Hollywood. He thought about how much it sucked being away from everyone and everything he knew– trading it all for a fresh start. He thought about how Lisa had done the same thing four years ago. He thought about how great it was having someone around who was going through the same thing he was.

But were they really the same? Lisa had ran to Hollywood: had Scott just run away from Toronto? 'No,' Scott answered himself firmly. 'I definitely didn't want to stay in Toronto. I didn't want to be assaulted by all the memories of Ramona. But it was more than that. I wanted something, but I didn't know what. So I went looking for it.'

And that search had led him to Hollywood. It had led him back to Lisa Miller. But the question still remained: is this what he wanted? Is this what he has been searching for?

"Lisa, you really seem out of it," her agent said, during their meeting on Tuesday.

Nicholas Block

40 years old

(Hey! When was his b-day?)

It was two days till the premier, and– she had been right– Lisa was worn down, worrying over Scott's decision.

"Blegh," Lisa responded to Nick, slouching down in the arm chair in his office.

Lisa Miller

Actress

(Or is the politically correct term "Female Actor", now?)

"Mature, Lisa," Nick said, not looking up from his meeting notes.

Lisa shot up, and pouted angrily at Nick. "I am SO mature!"

"Sure," Nick nodded. "So, I take it you slept with Scott and now he's avoiding you."

"What! No!" Lisa was deeply offended. "I'm the one AVOIDING HIM!"

Note: Lisa is avoiding Scott cause she doesn't want to hear his answer.

Spoiler Alert: Scott made his choice Monday, and Lisa would save herself a lot of heartache if she had hung out with him like normal.

"So you wanted a quick in and out–slept with him– and now he won't leave you alone," Nick sighed. "I told you not to silly girl."

"I HAVEN'T SLEPT WITH HIM!" Nick finally looked up to see if there was a lie in Lisa's eyes. He stared her down for a while, then looked back to his notes.

"Well, that's good."

"Don't take a breath yet, Nick," Lisa cautioned. "I have every intention of sleeping with him."

"Bad idea."

"It's a GREAT IDEA!" Lisa was trying to convince herself, as much as Nick. "Things will never be the same, and I look forward to that! Besides," Lisa held herself and lowered her voice, "we promised. No matter what, we'll always be friends, at least."

"Well," Nick said, getting up and going to sit next to Lisa. "I'm not your parent."

"You're my friend though, right Nick?" Lisa looked pleadingly at him.

". . ." Nick sighed, and admitted, "You're my favorite client. And the closest thing I have to a female friend. As your friend, I support you." Nick padded her shoulder lightly, and walked back across the room. "Just don't let it affect your acting."

Lisa sniffed and wiped her eyes. "Not a chance."

For both Scott and Lisa, Thursday night came too fast. For Lisa: she wasn't ready to hear Scott's answer, to leave Scott for half a year, or to decide whether or not she was quite prepared to have sex, after so long. For Scott: he wanted more time with Lisa, and he hated that she had decided to spend their last week together avoiding him.

The premier started at 8:00 p.m., but the doors open at 5:00 p.m., which means that he would have to be at Lisa's at 3:30 p.m. Like usual, a driver would pick him up first and take him over to Lisa's. But, at the very least, Scott would go alone, up to her apartment, to escort Lisa to the car. That way Scott would have a few moments to tell her what he had decided.

"Hey, Lisa," Scott called as he walked into her living room. "You ready?"

"Almost," she yelled back. "Just another minute, I promise!"

Scott walked to the fridge, grabbed himself a beer, and set himself down on the couch. He knew it would be a while. "Got to leave in ten– no more than fifteen minutes."

"Good– cause I'll be ready in one!"

. . .Scott looked at his phone. 3:35 p.m.

"I'm ready! I'm ready!" Scott got up, threw his empty bottle in the recycle bin, and smoothed out his suit. "So, how do I look?"

Scott turned around to see Lisa standing with a look of nervous longing a few feet away from him. She was wearing a simply yellow dress that went down to just above her knees. It had frills in the front at her chest, and over-the-shoulder straps. Lisa spun around slowly on her black heels, which matched her onyx earrings, black purse and bracelets. Scott saw that the dress had several horizontal cuts in the back, showing glimpses of her bare back when the dress moved.

"Do you think it clashes too much? Especially with my hair," Lisa played with her short bangs, holding them back with small, but elegant, onyx hair clip. "What about like this?"

Scott swallowed, and finally spoke. "You look beautiful, Lisa. Honest."

Lisa smiled at him. Her eyes darted up and down, as she walked closer. She stopped right in front of him, and pulled his coat forward, smoothing the sides, and bringing the buttons together. "You clean up pretty well to, Scott Pilgrim."

Scott Pilgrim

Guy in a suit purchased at Taylor's Tailors

Status: Wondering how and when to tell Lisa

"I'm glad you remembered the yellow tie," Lisa felt the material. "My publicist would kill me if we didn't match."

"Umm. . .we gotta get going," Scott said uncomfortably. With Lisa being this close, he could smell her perfume– but more than that, he could truly and completely see how stunning she was, how she had always been. . .

The car ride over was spent with Lisa's neurotic ramblings about the movie. She went on and on about the cast, crew, process, etc., just like when they had watched all her movies at that in-home theatre. Truth be told, Lisa was just trying to fill the silence. She didn't want to give Scott a chance to collect himself and tell her his decision.

Scott had tried to tell her on the way down to the car, but Lisa was acting supremely distracted or uninterested. And now that they were pulling up to the theatre, and he still hadn't worked up the courage to interrupt Lisa and just tell her, it would all have to wait till after the premier.

Scott had a slim hope that the three hour wait before the movie actually started might give him the opportunity, but that plan fell up quickly. The first hour was spent standing around while Lisa talked to reporters, took photos, and had him into posing for several shots for the media.

Once they were finally in the theatre, it was just like one of those big Hollywood parties. Lisa went around greeting everybody, while Scott looked around, not really paying attention. This time, however, Scott had been introduced to enough people, enough times, that he could talk comfortably with some other actors, directors, agents, and all other sorts. Once he finally stopped trying to get Lisa alone, he actually started enjoying himself.

In no time at all, people were being ushered back to their seats, the director gave a short welcome, and the the lights went down.

'THIS IS IT!' A sudden rush of adrenaline enthused Scott, as Lisa grabbed his hand. "Lisa," Scott whispered.

"Sssh," she responded without looking away from the screen.

"Lisa," he whispered more firmly, squeezing her hand. She looked at him a little shocked. But before she could respond or react, Scott leaned over and kissed her full on the lips.

The kiss was long and sweet, and Lisa couldn't remember anything ever being so wonderful. Finally, as the actual film was just beginning, they broke apart. "Scott?" Lisa said, at loss for anything intelligible.

"Lisa," Scott said into her ear. "I want you, too."

"That went well, don't you think?" Lisa asked Scott, out of breathe, as she settled down into the car seat next to him. She had been assaulted with congratulations, questions, and requests for more photos as soon as she exited the theatre. She obliged a few choice picks– to appease Nick and all the other people who expected it of her– but Lisa wanted nothing more than to get out and get home and to be with Scott.

Scott nodded, smiling at Lisa.

"What?" Lisa said, playing with her hair and going a little red.

"You said," Scott spoke boldly, "that you wanted to make a memory tonight, after the premier." Lisa didn't speak. "What did you mean?" Lisa scooted closer to him, timidly. 'Timid!' Scott thought that out of every word conceivable, he would never had described Lisa as 'timid'.

"You are that clueless Scott," Lisa began. "But I can tell when you're playing at it. . .Don't tease me," she said, placing her hand on his leg, and leaning in. Scott brought his hand to her cheek, and kissed her gently. It was short, but when it ended Lisa had to take a breathe. 'I'm such a little girl,' Lisa scolded herself. 'How could I be nervous? It's just Scott,' Lisa thought, as she looked into Scott's big, dark, deep, perfect eyes.

"Lisa," Scott said with a strange tone, "what's wrong?"

"Huh?" Lisa snapped out of it. Scott wiped a tear from her cheek, and Lisa realized that it was hers. "Oh," Lisa leaned back, and looked in her purse for a handkerchief. She dabbed her eyes. "It's nothing, really."

"Lisa," Scott placed his hand on her far shoulder. He had come to her this time, and was so close now that he could easily take Lisa in his arms.

"Heh," Lisa smiled. "I like it when you say my name." She kissed Scott, and he kissed back. Breaking apart for a moment, Lisa hugged Scott with all her might. "No more talking for a while. I just want to show you– I want to," Lisa found herself at a loss for words– something that rarely happened– and both her and Scott were surprised. "–This."

Lisa kissed Scott again, and ran her hands along his back and through his hair. Scott kept his hands on Lisa's hips, not wanting to ruin all the effort she had put in to getting her hair and make-up just right.

The two kissed over and over again: not getting tired, or bored, or too ambitious. It was so fulfilling, just to kiss. For Scott, he was remembering what it was like to have someone he truly cared about, and being able to show them that affection physically. It was a scary sort of remembrance, but his heart was eased because his head was filled with thoughts of Lisa, and only Lisa. But her feelings were a little harder to put into words. The only thing way to describe it would be to know that feeling of receiving a gift you didn't even know you were waiting for.

"Wait–wait," Lisa kept trying to break away, but Scott was relentless, and Lisa had no will to resist him. One of her hands had travelled away from Scott's back, down his side, and onto his leg. She was stroking it firmly, playing with the distance.

Scott had kept his hands on the back of Lisa's hips, but the pressure of his grip was so firm that it drew Lisa closer and closer toward him. They were nearly on top of one another now.

"Wait, Scott," Lisa said quickly, going limp. She let her whole body drop into Scott's arms. Her head rested on his shoulder.

"Huh?" Scott thought confusedly. "I– sorry," Scott wasn't sure what he was apologizing for.

"Goof," Lisa said, allowing herself to gain control of her body once again. She wrapped herself neatly around Scott, then drew back to the far side of the car, putting her back against the corner of the seat and the door. "Let's continue when we get back," Lisa suggested.

"Yeah," Scott nodded. But, unwilling to break the mood, he laid himself across the seat, placing his head on Lisa's lap. "Is it alright?" he asked, looking up at Lisa. She nodded, and began to play with his hair, and stroke his cheek.

The doorman never suspected what the young couple had done, or their intentions about what they were going to do, as they passed by into Lisa's apartment complex. Scott and Lisa got out of the car hand in hand, without laughing or being nervous. Chaste and smiling politely, they passed through the doors looking completely innocent.

They stayed that way into the apartment, and into the bedroom– Scott being led by the hand by Lisa, per usual. Finally, the two stopped at the foot of the bed and, without turning to face him, Lisa slipped off her shoulder straps and said, "Help me untie the dress, please."

Scott looked down, as he saw Lisa reach behind her back and point to a spot on the dress. There an inch or two below where the cuts in the dress ceased, nearly imperceptible, was a small pocket, in which was a sort of knot. Scott pulled on it, untangling it with both hands, and saw the dress slacken.

"That's good," Lisa said. Scott abruptly stopped, wondering how Lisa had gotten this dress on by herself. But that thought was quickly pushed from his mind, as he watched Lisa shimmy slightly on the spot, causing the dress to fall to the floor.

Scott was staring intently at Lisa's bare skin, and beautiful figure. Slowly, Lisa turned around slowly, looking Scott in the eyes. Her face showed her nervousness, but her eyes looked fierce. "Black..."

"What? Oh," Lisa looked down at her underwear. She was wearing a black lace bra with a matching pair of panties. ". . .yeah. I like to match, even if people can't see." Lisa looked back at Scott with an embarrassed half smile.

He was still staring with his mouth wide open. "I can see," Scott pointed out dumbly. "Ow!" Scott rubbed his shoulder, and looked Lisa in the eye.

In a tone of false anger, Lisa said, "You're such a dork."

"You're so lovely," Scott said in response.

Lisa blushed. "You're adorable, Scott." She moved in to take off his jacket, and Scott gave way. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and Lisa undid his belt buckle, button and pant zipper.

"What?" Scott said in response to the odd look on Lisa's face, as he took off his shirt and stepped out of his pants.

"Sorry, I–" Lisa looked up at Scott's face, then back at his body. "It's the first time– I should have realized, but. . ." Lisa ran her hands down Scott's shoulder to his side. Scott looked down at the spots she was touching, and understood. "There's so many," Lisa said, still a bit shocked.

"I've been a lot of fights," Scott's said, trying to explain the numerous scars that had so shocked Lisa. Scott stood still as Lisa took careful stock of his body, moving around him and running her hand across each scar– some of them looked like they had been from injuries that were quite serious. "And with my job," Scott continued, "they just keep on coming."

Lisa was back in front of him now, and looked earnestly into his eyes, but no words came out. After a moment, she spoke softly. "Come here." She grabbed his hand, led him onto the bed– placing herself with her head on the pillow– and pulled him on top of her. She kissed him passionately, petting his head and cheek lovingly.

Lisa moaned ecstatically, as Scott moved down her chin and to her neck. She rubbed her feet against his, and grabbed at his strong, muscular arms. She felt Scott moving ever downwards, and puffed out her chest.

Suddenly, Scott moved back up, and kissed her on the lips: once, twice, a third time with tongue. "Mmmmm," Lisa urged Scott to continue. But he broke off.

"Is it alright?" Scott asked, his eyes glimpsing down at her breasts. Lisa nodded, unbuckling her bra in the front and arching her back slightly to allow Scott to take it off. Without waiting for further permission, Scott began to suckle on Lisa's breast.

"Ha. . .ah. . .hahn. . ." Lisa panted heavily.

Scott was switching from one breast to another: licking, biting, and sucking with his mouth on one, while groping tightly with his hand on the other. He thought that he might be hurting Lisa, but, encouraged by her sensual noise, he couldn't and wouldn't allow himself to ease off unless she actually said something.

"Ok, ok, Scott," Lisa forced herself, "stop." In his usual way, Scott abruptly stopped, pushing himself off of Lisa and meeting her eyes.

"Was I too–"

"No!" Lisa said honestly. "You were really good, actually. . ." Lisa's voice trailed off at the end, and she looked away from Scott.

Scott chuckled a little, and kissed Lisa on the cheek. She turned back to him, and closed her eyes in invitation of a real kiss. Scott delivered. "What now?" Scott asked in between breathes.

"Don't ask me that," Lisa scolded him. "You're the guy: take me there." Scott pulled away to look into Lisa's eyes.

"Tell me," Scott said, "what you want." Lisa felt Scott dragging his palm down her chest: in between her breasts, across her stomach, and finally...

"There," Lisa squealed, lifting her hips off the bed to make it easier to pull off her remaining underwear. Scott slid her panties down, and Lisa kicked them off slowly. "Wait a sec," Lisa pleaded. Scott's hand was already placed on top of her slit. She could feel how wet she was, wondering what Scott was thinking about all this. He looked puzzled.

'Just say it. C'mon, Lisa,' she encouraged herself. "Scott," Lisa said, never looking away from his stare. "It's been a really long time, since I did anything– not just sex. I mean. . .I guess its been a long time for you too."

Scott saw what Lisa was getting at, but he really didn't want to talk about it. But he decided to anyway, to ease Lisa's mind. "I haven't been with anyone since my break-up."

Lisa couldn't express how glad she was that Scott avoided using Ramona's name. She nodded. "I trust you, Scott. So, maybe," Lisa smiled mischievously, yet unable to keep from going red, "don't listen when I say 'stop'." Scott nodded.

Slowly, he ran two fingers across Lisa's slit. He had laid himself next to he, not on top of her, so he could see Lisa's entire body, from her face, over her body and legs, and down to her ankles. She really was lovely.

"Don't stop now," Lisa urged him. Scott regathered his thoughts. He tested Lisa's sensitivity by pushing one of his fingers into her gently. She gave a soft scream, then moaned deeply. He pushed deeper, and Lisa let out a long, "Aaaaaaahhh. . ." He pulled his finger out, but only for a moment, before inserting two fingers at once. "Ooohhhh," Lisa exclaimed. "...More."

Scott proceeded to move his fingers in and out of her hole, grasping at the walls of her insides. "More?"

"More. . ." Lisa answered. Her body was incredibly tense, but the feeling was so intense that she hardly noticed her jerky and distressed movements. Scott sped up, and used his other hand to finger her clit roughly. "Ahn. . .Ah. . .Hhooo...Scott, it hurts! It really– but don't– No–!" Scott had removed his other hand, but Lisa quickly placed it back above her entrance. She didn't know if she wanted this pain to stop– it felt so vivid that she knew that the second it ended she would regret it.

"Trust me. Just a small break," Scott insisted. He was didn't want to overstimulate Lisa; but more than that, he wanted to take things a slow as he could manage– it really had been a long time for them both.

Lisa nodded her consent, and begged, "Scott, here." She opened her arms wide, and Scott obeyed by bringing himself on top of her once more. They kissed more passionately then ever, being caught up more and more into the ecstasy of their love making.

Scott climbed off to her side once more, and place his hands between her legs. "Lie flat, and bend your knees slightly." Not knowing why, Lisa obeyed. She felt Scott plunge his two middle fingers into her once again, placing his index and pinky flat on either side of her cunt. She felt the two fingers inside her bend upwards, and start to move.

"Hy~Ah!" The effect was instantaneous. Lisa's whole body started to shiver as Scott pumped his fingers up and down, pushing against the roof of Lisa's insides. "A~aah. Ha~aan. Hay~aahn," Lisa moaned and panted. Her body spasmed and jerked more and more in anticipation of the coming eruption.

"Nnooo!" Lisa screamed out. It came too soon. She felt herself release out as Scott removed his fingers. The muscles in her whole body were moving uncontrollably, and she felt Scott pushing down on her pelvis, trying to hold her still. "Oh my– *pant* *pant* – Oh, Scott."

Scott didn't need beckoning this time. He placed himself on top of Lisa, and began to kiss her cheek and neck. Lisa continued to pant, and Scott kissed her body lovingly. "Are you ready?"

Lisa took a deep breathe. She was more than ready. She nodded, and petted Scott to let him know it was time. Then she remembered. "Wait, Scott."

"What is it?" Scott took note of the troubled tone in her voice.

Lisa paused for a moment, knowing that she had to say this. "I'm sorry for being so selfish."

Thinking that she was talking about how once sided the foreplay had been, Scott responded, "That's fine. Really! I enjoy it when you. . ." Scott wasn't sure how to finish that thought, but Lisa wasn't going to let him anyway.

"No, I mean. I think it would be best if we used a condom," Lisa admitted.

"Oh," Scott said a little surprised. "I mean, yeah! I– I brought one thinking that we would."

"Scott, it's just," Lisa explained quickly, "I'm going to other side of the earth. And you won't be around. And we just started. And I'm not ready to–"

"Woah, Lisa! I said it's ok!" Scott hurried to embrace Lisa, who was nearly on the verge of tears. "I feel the same way." Scott slowly ended the hug, and climbed off the bed. "I think it's in my jacket pocket, but it could be–"

Scott stopped abruptly when he felt Lisa's chest pressed against his back, and felt her arms wrap around his chest. "But I'm still selfish." Scott gulped. ". . .I want you, remember. I want to feel you, and. . .It's...not the only way for me to feel you inside."

Lisa moved to Scott's front, and got on her knees. She pulled Scott's boxers down, and looked up at Scott sensually. "Here's returning the favor." And with that, Lisa took Scott's hard member into her mouth. At first, she could only suck on the head. She licked it with care, and pumped the shaft with her hand. As she got used to the feeling, she began to take more and more of Scott into her mouth, till his entire cock was engulfed.

Scott groaned at the sensation, as he felt his shaft being wrapped around by Lisa's tongue, and his head hitting the back of her throat. He could hear Lisa gag each time before she pulled back to take a breathe, but he again refused to stop what was happening.

"Scott, how does it feel inside me?"

"Great," Scott moaned, trying to endure Lisa's constant jerking of his dick.

"Hehe," Lisa giggled. "I'm glad. Again?"

"Yeah." Lisa placed Scott's head into her mouth, licking it sensually. She pushed it farther and farther down her throat, till all of Scott was in her. Scott felt like he was going to cum, but he held out a little longer. Lisa pulled back and immediately began pumping Scott's shaft harder than ever. "C'mon," Lisa urged. "I want it, Scott!"

I silent "Aaahh," issued from Scott's throat as his load exploded from his cock. At the same time, Scott felt his member being enveloped once more by Lisa's mouth. She was sucking the end of his head, and continued to pump the rest of his shaft to make sure every last drop of semen was poured out. Then. . .

'She...' Scott couldn't believe it. 'She swallowed it.' Lisa licked up and down Scott's dick, cleaning it thoroughly. She swallowed once more and sighed.

Looking up at Scott's stunned face, she smiled. "I wanted it inside me, one way or another. And now," she looked down at Scott's still-rock-hard cock, "it looks like we don't have to worry about you coming inside me too early." Lisa reached down into Scott's jacket pocket, pulled out the condom, and opened it. "Still, we should be safe." Scott, still in awe, allowed Lisa to put the condom on him. "You ready?"

The words acted like a trigger, and, again, Scott wasted no time. He pulled Lisa off the floor, picked her off the ground, and placed her not-so-gently on top of the bed. Remaining standing, Scot pulled her hips to the end of the bed and positioned himself at the entrance.

"I'm ready," Lisa said, closing her eyes in concentration. "I'll– I'll try to relax as much as possible. So don't stop." Scott placed his head inside her gently, then plunged deep into Lisa's cunt. She was so wet, that Scott thought moving fast from the get go wouldn't hurt Lisa too much; but looking at her tense face, he decided to take it slow.

"I won't stop," Scott agreed, pushing and pulling out of her slowly, "But tell me when to go faster."

"Faster," she immediately responded. "Haa . . . Ahh . . . Hy~Hayn . . . Fhh . . . Faahh . . . Haa~Faster."

Lisa was right, Scott thought as he began to sweat heavily: he felt the pressure from Lisa's squeezing pussy and from inside his shaft, but he didn't have any cum left to give.

"Hy~ah. . .Mmm–Fah~!~Haa. . .Aaa. Scott, harder!" Scott sped up and increased the depth of his penetration, causing Lisa to scream out in painful ecstasy. The intensity in this new round of love-making was pushing both lovers to the limit, but neither would let the other relent.

"Scott! I'm cumming! Again and again!" Lisa didn't know what she was saying anymore. "But–! I can't stand it anymore. Just–just a little...longer."

Scott pumped harder and faster than ever, feeling himself release. Likewise, Lisa let go of her senses and shot up in climax.

" *pant* . . . *pant* . . . *pant* . . . *pant* . . . *pant* . . . *pant*"

Scott returned to wear Lisa was laying, after a quick trip to the bathroom. "Way to kill the mood, Scott," Lisa scolded him playfully, throwing the blanket over him and cuddling close.

"This mood?" Scott said, as he intertwined his fingers with Lisa's.

"Well," Lisa admitted, "I guess it's still pretty good." Lisa frowned, and moved even closer to Scott. ". . .How long do you think it will be this good?"

"I...don't know," Scott said truthfully. "I don't think anyone can know those things." Lisa moved in even closer. Their bodies were one, and Lisa fancied that Scott's heart was beating at the same speed as hers. "But I can promise this: If you hold on, I won't let go."

Lisa smiled and made a soft sound of assent. "Oh," she remembered. "I forgot. Scott?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"...I love you, Lisa."