Disclaimer: none of the real ones is ours, just the made up characters.
Rating: NC 17
Chapter Six
Billy
sensed the change in Nina the moment the plane landed at JFK Airport in
New York City.
He felt as if the ground of
her hometown sent an electric shock through her, and she was energized.
She started even to squirm a bit impatiently in her airplane seat.
"Are ye fine, me love?" he
asked, clasping her hand possessively. He wasn't so sure the idea of coming
to New York was that good at all. He wanted to know more about her, her
life, all of her, but suddenly he was a bit worried. He had met Dante,
and after half a day of distrustful looks from the Italian jealous big
brother, they had gotten along well. They shared the same dry humor and
Dante was an all around nice guy, though beyond possessive about his little
sister. Else, Nina hadn't talked much about her family or work, only told
him about working as an accounts manager in a big publicity firm.
After the night they had spent
together in Dante's apartment, they had shared two more days with Nina's
brother and then she had flown with Ian, Nick, and Billy to the States,
for Elijah's and Hope's wedding in Oklahoma.
Since Dante was back in his
apartment and Billy hadn't a place of his own in London, both had agreed
to wait until Oklahoma to share a bedroom again.
Billy would never forget the
amused look in Ian's and Nick's eyes when he and Nina had quickly disappeared
into their motel room in Weatherford, falling all over each other like
teenagers. Their lovemaking had been desperate the first time, and then
they had made love twice after that, staying in bed until Nick had knocked
at their door to remind them of dinner with the bride and groom.
It was strange. He would feel
that something was missing when he didn't see or sense her close. And
it wasn't a whole week that he had met her, tending the bar at The White
Swan, Ian's favorite pub. Nina had taken a place in his life he didn't
even realize was empty before. And that scared him to death too.
Nina gave Billy's hand a firm
squeeze and smiled at him.
"I am fine, William. It's
just the feeling of being home again. We will be at my place in no time.
I hope you like it," she said gingerly, trying to appear more at ease
than she really felt. It had been all fine in London
and in Oklahoma. It was time out, almost like being in the twilight zone.
She even had a hard time recognizing herself in the easygoing passionate
woman she was around him. He always had a smile ready, a simple solution
for every situation, a way of charming his way around everything and everyone.
But he also could handle things the hard way, as he had shown that very
first night the muggers had attacked her. Nina was in awe how he had found
his way through her senses and conscience. And she was afraid.
Afraid of the moment he would
be gone from her life, disappearing into his own world of theater and
filming, even the moment he had to return to Glasgow and she would have
to get back to her normal existence.
For now, they were making
a stop in New York on their way to Scotland. Since Nina still had three
weeks of vacation to go (and she wanted to wrestle at least two weeks
more from her office), she had agreed to accompany Billy to Glasgow and
know his home. Both knew the relationship was serious, no matter if they
had met barely two weeks ago, and were doing desperate efforts to make
it work. But Nina didn't dare to think of a future. It was better not
to dream and go on living than bear disappointment.
When they arrived at Nina's
apartment, she held her breath, waiting for his reaction. It was a cozy
two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan. It had comfortable furniture in bright
colors; light streamed in from wide windows, there was a big TV and shelves
heavily loaded with books. There were a couple of plants and friendly
paintings on the wall. It wasn't anything like his place in Glasgow, but
Billy loved it.
"It's a beautiful place, Ginny,
almost as beautiful as ye," he said, pulling her close and giving her
a sloppy kiss. He felt her relax against him and indulged into another,
far more serious kiss. Nina's hands went to his hair and began caressing
his neck.
"Maybe we could sleep our
jetlag off ..." she whispered mischievously, "Ooops ... there is no jet
lag coming from Oklahoma, right?"
Billy laughed. It was amazing
how they could not keep their hands from each other. While most of the
time they were bantering and teasing each other, especially on the name
issue (Nina didn't like him calling her "Ginny" and struck back calling
him "William," which he disliked as well), the moment they touched was
like magic, transporting them away from the real world.
"Still, me lass, I'd love
to explore the rest of your place, especially your bedroom, I might add,"
he told her with a cheeky grin, leaning into her to nibble at her neck.
Even though she was about
his height, he swept her up in his arms and said, "Would'na be so kind
to show me the way, ma'am?"
"In case of doubt, always
follow your nose, Pippin," she said, a glint in her eyes.
"Ye said ye hadn't seen the
movie, Ginny," he answered frowning.
"Well I hadn't, but I was
forced to see it with the girls on the evening before Elijah's wedding.
What do you think the 'wee lasses' were doing while the men were at their
Bachelor's Party?" she said and started kissing a path from his stubbly
chin to his ear.
"Maybe discussing yer men's
prowess?" Billy said and groaned when she started nibbling his earlobe.
"We did that, of course, after
the movie. Though I'd rather prefer you'd show me your prowess,
Fool of a Took," she said in his ear.
"Aye, Ma'am," Billy said and
turned to the hall he supposed led to the bedrooms.
She was back in NYC, but it wasn't the same. The amazing Scot by her side
had managed to turn her life upside down in no time.
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Nina woke up and reveled in
the warmth of Billy's body spooned against hers. 'God, I am going to miss
him so much!' she told herself. After a while trying unsuccessfully to
catch sleep again, she stood up being careful not to wake him. Billy turned
to where she had been laying and continued sleeping.
Nina put her nightshirt on
and padded to the kitchen, making herself a mug of tea. Then she settled
on the window-seat of the living room, enjoying the view of the lights
all over NYC. She loved this city. She loved her life, incomplete as it
was. She had come to realize that she missed something the moment Billy
had entered her life for real, after that first night in Dante's apartment.
And what would she do if he
hated her life? What would she do if he hated her when he saw the real
Nina in ordinary life? She did not feel flamboyant or sexy while discussing
publicity campaigns and rates and statistics with her clients. Leave that
to the movies.
Her 14-hour-work-day wasn't
flashy or interesting, just extremely taxing and sometimes satisfying
to her professional ego. Nina realized she hadn't a life.
She was startled by the feel
of Billy's hands on her waist moving her on the window seat so that he
would fit at her back. She settled between his legs, leaning back on his
chest. He felt so good. He was a good and sweet man. He was the best lover
she had ever met and he made her feel precious and loved.
Billy leaned against the wall
and pulled her closer.
"Ye could'na sleep Gin? I
missed you in there," he sighed as she made herself comfortable against
him. "Ye are very addictive, Ginny."
She didn't say anything, just
burrowed into his chest and he laid his arms around her. He hadn't experienced
Nina in this mood before, but he would wait until she talked about it.
Or not. He just reveled in having her close.
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Billy clicked through the
television stations, thumbed through Nina's impressive CD collection,
checked her cabinets for munchies, and changed his shirt three times,
remembering at last that Nina wasn't a big fan of stripes. Unfortunately,
three out of the five shirts Billy'd brought over for the trip had stripes,
though. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Nina. Was she the kind of
woman who would immediately drag him out shopping?
One thing was certain: Ginny
definitely was the sort of woman who spent a year and a day in
the shower.
Billy checked his watch again.
Nearly ten. She'd been in there for over an hour. How long could it take
to wash off and dry your hair? An hour was enough time to get into full
face for most major stage productions...
The bathroom door creaked
open on old hinges, and a long, black-stockinged leg peeked out. Nina
reached down to tug the straps on one stiletto into place, and her hip
bumped the door open all the way. For a moment, a mass of black hair obscured
most of her body, but after a moment, she looked up, still bothering one
strap.
"What?" she asked.
Billy swallowed with some
difficulty. Did Ginny have any idea how gorgeous she was?
She raised an eyebrow, and
Billy had the fleeting realization that she was expecting him to say something.
So he blurted the first thing that came to his mind, "Ye have every album
ever recorded by the Violent Femmes."
Nina grinned.
"Guilty as charged," she said,
standing up fully and testing her shoes to make sure the straps were laying
flat. Billy, entranced, watched her little wriggle. She was wearing a
red dress, very simple and probably very expensive; her hair was a mass
of curls, licking her bare shoulders like black flames. Still smiling
at him, she fixed tiny ruby earrings in her lobes, tilting her head first
left, then right. Billy's eyes followed her fingers intently, caressing
her largish ears, feathering the sensitive skin behind.
"... gonna love Piso's," she
was saying, and Billy realized with a start that she'd been chattering
this whole time. He forced himself to pay attention.
"Thought ye said we were going
dancing?" he said.
"We are," Ginny said. "But
probably not the kind of dancing you're used to. Piso's is in Little Italy.
Only place I know where you can dance and stuff yourself with lasagna
at the same time." Her smile faltered a little, but Billy was still a
little too fuzzy-headed to recognize Nina's self-conscious shrug as she
reached for her handbag.
**
Billy didn't know much of
New York. But he knew that Little Italy must be a place of its own. He
had seen all "The Godfather" movies and a couple of other gangster movies
and he was looking forward to seeing the quarter.
Piso's was a small place,
exactly the kind of Italian restaurant he'd seen in the movies. As soon
as they entered, they were greeted by the owner, an elderly man who hugged
Ginny and shook Billy's hand with delight.
"Welcome, Gianinna's friend!
You will have the best table in the house and we will give you a tour
of the best pasta this side of the Atlantic," he said while leading then
to a small corner table close to the bar.
"You don't have to, Antonio!"
said Nina and blushed.
"Aww come on, Gianinna, it's
the least I can do for my dear friend Gianni's little daughter. Chianti?"
said Antonio, patting Nina's hand.
Nina blushed furiously again.
Billy couldn't remember seeing her this self-conscious before.
"Yes, please, Antonio. Then
a bit of everything, if you please, to get William here acquainted with
the sinful luxury of pasta," she told to Piso's owner. He smiled at them
and left them alone.
"Sinful has a very nice ring
to it, Ginny," Billy said, clasping her hand under the table.
Nina smiled at him and surreptitiously
looked around, to see if there was anybody she knew. She was not embarrassed
of being with Billy, but she wasn't ready to let him face her whole heritage,
her family, her background. She was afraid of scaring him off, period.
The Chianti wine was excellent,
and Nina made Billy taste almost every kind of pasta available in Piso's
(they had to come again to try other sauces, she explained) during a lengthy
four courses meal. Billy enjoyed her explaining every detail about every
dish, the part of Italy a certain kind of meal came from and sharing the
plates with her.
After a delightful tiramisu
and espresso, both felt like they had eaten the whole restaurant empty,
but it had been a delicious dinner and Nina and Billy had enjoyed the
experience thoroughly.
They had talked about the
"Lord of the Rings" movies, his next projects and plans. She wanted to
know everything possible that she did not already know about him and he
complied. But as he wanted to ask her, she eluded the questions about
her family, but told him about her work. Billy was surprised, but he would
give her time, if that was what she needed.
Nina looked delicious herself.
Billy couldn't believe his luck that she was with him, for over two weeks
now (yes, he was counting the days!) and after throwing a quick look around
to see if someone was watching them he pulled her closer for a kiss. Nina
was lost in his eyes; she wanted the kiss too. Their lips were almost
touching; she closed her eyes ...
"Gianninna dear! How great
to see you!" said a high-pitched voice, shattering the moment.
Both turned to the source
of the voice. Nina sighed and said, "Hello Nella, nice to see you. William,
this is my cousin, Antonella." Great, just great. Of all people in the
world, they had to run into Nella, the gossip source of whole Little Italy.
Nella squealed. Literally
opened her red-lacquered lips and bleated in the general shape of real
words. Nina had to stop herself from sliding under the table and pretending
she didn't exist. Looking across the table, she could see William's adorable
lips moving, and she assumed that he was saying all that polite greeting
crap. Forcing herself to breathe calmly, Nina caught the last of his words.
"... to show me the fine city
of New York." He grinned, stretching those kissable lips into a cupid's
bow. He was so incredibly charming. Any other woman would have been enthralled.
Nina was enthralled. Antonella snorted.
Oh, sure, she put one French-manicured
hand up as if she were embarrassed by the noise, but that didn't stop
her.
"Well, I'm sure our Nina can
show you around. Just leave it to a borgata-baby to know all the ins and
outs of the Apple," Nella prattled, swinging her hands around for added
effect, or maybe just to gather attention to herself. As if her nasally
jersey-girl voice didn't project to every corner of the room. Nina could
feel people turning to stare.
Nina was willing to bet that
Billy had no idea what a borgata or the Apple were, but she noticed that
he was smiling and nodding politely.
He must think her family was
freaking insane.
"Ah," Nina said abruptly,
cutting into her cousin's one-girl show and standing up. She smiled at
Billy, hoping that it didn't come out as a wince. "I need to go to the
ladies' room for a minute. If you'll excuse me," she said. Her voice sounded
a little tight. Billy glanced up at her, tilting his head. He still looked
sated and a little tipsy, but now a little confusion had furrowed a thin
line between his brows. Nina resisted the urge to smooth it out with a
kiss.
Brushing around Billy -- she
was unable to wander that close to him without a discreet touch -- Nina
grabbed Antonella's upper arm. Hard.
"Come with me?" she asked
sweetly. Not waiting for Nella to reply, she half dragged her still-chattering
cousin to the ladies' room.
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"Oh. My. God," Nella said,
closing the black-painted bathroom door with a thud. She fished in her
purse and pulled out a silver engraved case. Flipping it open, she drew
out a cigarette and tapped it on the case lid. "Girl, he is *hot*." Her
voice implied that she didn't think Nina was capable of luring, let alone
holding on to, such a man.
Nina leaned against the chipped
porcelain sink and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Look, Nella, he's no big
deal. Definitely not somebody I'd take home to Pop, got it?" The words
and the icy, clipped tone would have intimidated most people, but no one
in Nina's family was easily intimidated.
Antonella nodded knowingly
and lit her cigarette with a jeweled zippo. She drew hard on the cigarette
and blew out the smoke, grinning.
"What? Two weeks in Oklahoma,
of all places, sounds pretty serious. And now... You bring him to Piso's
for dinner and you think Papa Montesco isn't gonna hear about it?" Humor
oozed from her surgically augmented, spandex-clad self. Nina bit off the
first reply that popped into her head.
"He had better not," she warned,
narrowing her eyes. She stood up straight, towering over her cousin, despite
the fact that Nella's hair and platform sandals boosted her total height
about five inches.
Nella smiled slyly.
"Well, that all depends,"
Nella said, drawing on that cigarette again. She raised her chin and lowered
her eyelids in a look she must've thought was pretty glamorous and mysterious.
Nina sighed deeply and pursed
her lips.
"On what, exactly?" She asked,
knowing she would little like the answer.
"Oh, I don't know," Nella
began, warming to the conversation now that she was totally in control.
"I'm sure I'll think of something. By the way, is it true what they say
about Scotsmen? That they don't wear anything beneath those skirts?"
Nina almost rolled her eyes.
But then she thought about it: Really, that was a good question. One she
wasn't against investigating a little more.
"Kilts," she murmured. "They're
called kilts."
Letting herself be sidetracked
by the kilt images suddenly flitting through her mind, Nina accepted the
inevitable. She let Antonella ramble on for a few minutes, realizing that
within hours her whole extended family would know about William. Jesus.
This called for some significant wine-drinking. And maybe some hot sex.
No. Definitely hot sex.
Nina washed her hands, dried
them with the wall-blower, and straightened her dress, looking covertly
for specks of pasta sauce. Thankfully, she found none.
Antonella followed her out
of the ladies' room and back to her table. Nella was still chattering,
but Nina wasn't paying much attention. The damage was already done, and
about all she could do now was enjoy her last evening of freedom, sans
family intervention and cosa nostra jokes.
In the main dining room, her
eyes locked on William and she felt some of the desperate tension leave
her. There was something infinitely calming about William. Something that
made all the stress and futility of her life fade. Something that made
her want to giggle like a schoolgirl, make snow angels, and kiss him senseless.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph .
. . was she falling in love with the Scot?
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Billy watched the waiter fill
up his glass again.
"Would ye mind leaving the
bottle? Thank ye," Billy said. Good stuff, this Chianti. Billy was a whiskey
man through and through, and the wine was a little tart, but it tasted
like Ginny: light on the back of the tongue, sweet where it counted, and
right.
He stared into the glass thoughtfully,
tilting it toward the drippy tea candle. Light flickered through the glass,
making it glow like a priceless ruby. Billy swirled it.
Cousin, eh? So, that was Ginny's
family. Somehow, Billy wasn't exactly surprised. Antonella seemed like
something out of a B-quality yank mafia movie. He felt himself grinning;
he wanted very much to ask Ginny if she'd seen this really awful mafioso
flick from the 70's . . .
Ginny. Was in the loo. She'd
looked pained just before she'd left, and Billy wasn't really sure why.
Had he done something to distress her? Or worse, had he inadvertently
said something that would embarass her in front of her cousin?
Billy frowned pensively at
the now half-emtpy wine glass. (Had he drunk that half a glass already?
When?) He pondered asking the waiter to bring another bottle; this one
was light when he hefted it. And he'd just had a disquieting thought.
Was Ginny ashamed of being
seen with him?
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Nina accepted her cousin's
farewell hug and winced a bit when dear Nella said she'd be sure to call
the next day. Of course she would, damn her. Her and half of Little Italy.
Including Pop. Oh, fucking hell. She'd thought she killed that particular
monster in her closet years ago. Pop would probably be on her doorstep
with a priest in the morning, blathering on about babies and pasta and
the cosa nostra. Or demanding a family sit-down to discuss Nina's new
"friend."
Her knees suddenly weak, Nina
slid into the rickety chair opposite William, noting that he'd ordered
another bottle of wine. Was he telepathic, then? She poured a glass and
rolled a gulp onto her tongue. Tart, with a hint of cherries. She took
another drink. Then another. There. Now she felt a little better. She
looked over the table at Billy and felt a sudden and heated throbbing
low in her belly. He was grinning. A lock of satin hair had fallen over
his forehead. It just screamed to be touched; her fingers tightened on
the wine glass.
The flickering light of the
candle cast deep shadows in his dimples when he smiled.
"Great wine," he said, nodding
to the glass Nina was holding.
"What, this stuff? Yeah, it's
pretty good." She brought the glass up to her lips and considered taking
another sip. She rested her bottom lip on the rim and breathed on the
surface of the wine; the aroma stung her nostrils. William was watching
her lips rather intently. Interesting.
"Chianti, right? I had some
in Italy a few years back." He was still fixated on her mouth. Nina opened
her mouth and slid the glass along her lower lip. She felt a wet droplet
spread and guessed that it stained her lip red.
"That one was a varietal,
or a reserved. I...don'a..." His words were coming in thick clumps now,
and she could see him fight to keep his breath steady. Raising a teasing
eyebrow, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the glass and slid
it languorously along the rim.
Billy stopped speaking but
forgot to close his mouth.
And now, the piece de resistance...
below the table, Nina slid her left foot forward, finding William's shin.
She nudged the hem of his pants upward. Her shoes were open-toed, and
she rubbed her toe against the back of his ankle. He nearly jumped out
of his chair.
"Ginny," he gulped. "I think
I've had enough to eat, lass. And I don'a feel much like dancing. We should
go."
Yes. Nina congratulated
herself; it had been a while since she'd conducted a seduction in public,
and she couldn't remember it ever being this fun.
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Billy concentrated real hard
on the streetlamps. The cracked leather of the cab. The back of the driver's
bald head.
He tried really hard not to
look at Nina on the seat next to him.
"Damn shoes," she was murmuring,
toeing off one shoe, then the other. She wiggled a little, and Billy closed
his eyes. Wrong thing to do of course, because his imagination was *very*
active at this moment.
When he opened them, she was
peeling off one long stocking.
Holy god. Billy clasped his
hands together in his lap, no longer certain that he could keep his hands
off of her during the twenty-minute drive back to Manhattan.
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Nina had to recognize that
William was sporting an amazing amount of self-control.
Once she was done with her
stockings, she went over to the coup de grace: she pulled her panties
off.
She didn't look up, but she
heard a strangled groan coming from were he was sitting. Nina smiled to
herself.
They reached her apartment
building and Nina walked out of the cab, while Billy paid.
As she was entering the elevator
he caught up with her and pinned her to the sidewall of it, while they
drove up.
"Ye are driving me out of
me mind, Ginny. And ye know that," he told her and while his hands held
her head still, he kissed her hard, ravishing her mouth while he ground
his hips into hers. It was Nina's turn to moan, as she felt him through
their clothing, hard and ready rubbing against her soft and hot core.
When he broke the kiss, the
doors of the elevator were wide open on their floor and Nina was breathing
heavily, eyes closed, face flushed. Billy gave her a knowing grin and
pulled her out of the elevator, pinning her again against he apartment's
door. "Tell me, love, are we going in or am I going to take ye right here
right now?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear while his hands were lifting
her dress and he was settling between her legs, wrapping them around his
lean waist.
Nina was loosing the lead
in the game, but she didn't care. He could make love to her right there,
in the hall in front of her apartment door, she didn't care. He was nibbling
every possible square centimeter that was revealed by the bodice of her
dress and his hands were caressing her thighs, while she still felt his
hardness through the fabric of his trousers. He was driving HER out of
her mind, blasted Scot.
"Give me the keys, Gin," she
heard him say, and she tried to focus long enough to find them in the
purse dangling from her wrist.
He unlocked the door without
letting go of her and pushed the door open, while he still held her clinging
to him, her legs locked around him.
Billy managed to close the
door behind him and make it to the nearest couch without letting her go,
falling with Nina into the softness of its cushions. He kissed her again.
"William, please?" Nina said,
as her hands opened his shirt and roamed over his chest.
"Easy, love," he replied while
he managed to open the zipper of her dress and remove it over her head.
She sat up and started unfastening his trousers. She wanted him, now.
He threw his shirt and shook
his trousers off, without moving out of the tight grip of her long legs.
He stroked her legs from her knees to her hips. "I love the feel of you
around me, Ginny. Please, never let go, love," he whispered in her ear,
before kissing Nina deeply.
"Ye taste of wine and passion.
The most heady combination ever, me love," he said before he started kissing
a path down to her breasts. His hands roamed over her belly and sought
her, while he worshipped her nipples.
If Nina thought she couldn't
be more aroused than she had been five minutes before, she had to think
again. Her blood felt like liquid fire and she wanted him inside her.
Her hips arched up towards his hand and he caressed the tender skin of
her thighs, drawing closer to her but not touching her. Since he was holding
back, she reached between them and took him in her hand, stroking his
length.
She felt his whole body shiver,
as he groaned loudly and said "Ginny ... don't ..."
Sweat was building on his
brow. He couldn't hold out much longer. Billy shook his head, his hands
tightening on her thighs, as he tried to hold himself back from just thrusting
into her. But he wanted to bring her over the brink and see her face as
she cried out his name in ecstasy. He wanted to savor every single breath,
moan and touch.
Nina continued with her gentle
stroking of him and repeated "William, please?" desperately rotating her
hips up, seeking the joining.
Billy didn't need any more
encouragement and glided slowly into her, grinding his teeth. He was almost
beyond his tether and wanted to see her reach her peak before he did.
He moved inside of her and kissed her, watching her as she was almost
there, her body moving up to meet his, longing for release.
And the she opened her eyes
and he saw himself mirrored in her eyes, which darkened as she started
to climax. As he felt her come undone, he groaned and spilt himself inside
her.
As their hearts found a normal
rhythm once again, he rolled to the side and pulled her close. She dreamily
snuggled on his chest, not wanting an inch of space between them.
"Gin?" he said.
She was sleepy but managed
to reply "Hmmmmmm...?"
"Can we buy more of that wine?"
he asked and she giggled, while dozing of to the low rumble of his laugh
under her ear.
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