FIC: Zephyr (Lily Tomlin/Meryl Streep, PG-13)
Title: Zephyr
Chapter 2: Fantasy
Pairing: Lily Tomlin/Meryl Streep
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In her head, she’d been having this affair for years; but it was nothing like the real thing.
Disclaimer: In case you were wondering, no, I don’t own these two actress goddesses. Oh, but if I did….
Meryl kept playing that scene over in her mind. She didn’t believe Lily when she said there were no strings attached. That’s why it troubled her so much, she decided. Meryl nodded; letting her fingers trace over the purple pearl necklace Lily had given her as a gift the last time they’d met. Meryl liked the feeling of finality coming to decisions gave her. It was like a small victory in a complicated world. She liked feeling certain, and even if this certainty was just a delusion, a fantasy perhaps, it was okay for now. She’d just pretend like it wasn’t some fragile façade. There really were strings attached. For Lily, and for herself. She could see that now.
Now that she knew, Meryl had to see Lily. She grabbed her tinted sunglasses and purse, scrawled a message for her husband about dinner on the whiteboard on the fridge, and ran to the garage. She jammed her keys into the ignition of her BMW clumsily, looked in the rearview mirror as she waited impatiently for the garage door to open, and when it finally did she sped away.
She was usually a careful driver, careful about everything actually. But perhaps now was not the time for carefulness.
Meryl bumped her little car up into Lily’s driveway after raising her eyebrows a tad at the security guard at the gate. Those security guards, personal assistants, publicists, what-have-yous-they were onto them. Always were the first to know when trouble is brewing in paradise.
Meryl laughed a little at the thought, stepped up out of her tiny car, and brushed off her jeans. She took a longing look at Lily’s house from the front, pausing a moment to take the whole thing in, as if she were shopping for a house. Then she breathed out heavily and headed for the front door with a determined stare.
When Lily answered, Meryl didn’t wait for words. She stepped across the threshold of the doorway, pushed Lily up against the wall opposite the door, and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard and with that unmistakable spark, that one that you are lucky if you ever experience once in your life. That passion, that flame, that burst of life. Their lips connected, their tongues connected, their minds connected, and it was like their souls could melt together right there in that instant.
Meryl was convinced that they were part of the same string, had been wandering lost at separate ends for eternity, and now that they’d found each other, they were whole again. She didn’t want to let that go. Even if it meant jeopardizing her entire life-her family, her career, the trust of everyone involved. This is the one thing Meryl was sure of, if she was ever sure of anything in her life.
Lily pushed back, detangling herself from Meryl’s embrace. Lily bit her lip and looked at her with that I’m-trying-to-figure-out-what’s-going-on-in-your-brain-right-now look. Smoldering.
Lily always chooses her words carefully. “What are you doing?” Each word was accentuated and punctuated and separated from the next. It was a loaded question.
Meryl brushed her blonde curls back into her messy ponytail with one hand to stall, give her time to think. What exactly was she doing? She thought.
Lily smiled. She knew she had the power to make Meryl think, and she loved that. Lily held Meryl’s hand and waited for her response.
“I want to know we’ll never lose this, what we have.”
Lily nodded. She knew there was more.
“I love you and I want to make love to you. I don’t care about Don or Jane or the business or any of that. We can deal with that later.”
Meryl was on a roll now. All Lily had to do was listen and she would spill all.
Meryl swallowed and looked Lily straight in the eyes. Lily thought for a second that she looked like an angel with the sunlight streaming in the windows behind her.
“I want to be with you. I want to decide on curtain patterns with you. I want to come home to you. I want to have the same bed as you. I want it to be our bed. I want to have your babies.” Meryl stopped as she laughed at herself and looked up, her long, beautiful neck showing fully. Lily laughed too. “No, I know.” Meryl waved her hand in the air. “That sounds crazy.” Meryl took both of Lily’s hands in hers and professed her love, “But I want to love you and be with you and share every moment of my day with you.”
Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head at Meryl, and then pulled her towards herself with both hands and kissed her.
She smiled as they pressed their foreheads together, noses touching, and stood there in the doorway for a moment.
“Now, about that making-love deal…is this like a fanciful down-the-road type of thing,” Lily licked her lips slowly and continued. “Or is it like an oh-please-take-me-right-now kind of thing?”
Meryl smiled, sucking her own lower lip in, and decided to humor Lily. She whispered, “Oh, please take me right now, Ms. Lily Tomlin.”
“Fabulous,” Lily purred and took Meryl by the hand, leading her up the grand, spiral staircase, to the bedroom.
Chapter 2: Fantasy
Pairing: Lily Tomlin/Meryl Streep
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In her head, she’d been having this affair for years; but it was nothing like the real thing.
Disclaimer: In case you were wondering, no, I don’t own these two actress goddesses. Oh, but if I did….
Meryl kept playing that scene over in her mind. She didn’t believe Lily when she said there were no strings attached. That’s why it troubled her so much, she decided. Meryl nodded; letting her fingers trace over the purple pearl necklace Lily had given her as a gift the last time they’d met. Meryl liked the feeling of finality coming to decisions gave her. It was like a small victory in a complicated world. She liked feeling certain, and even if this certainty was just a delusion, a fantasy perhaps, it was okay for now. She’d just pretend like it wasn’t some fragile façade. There really were strings attached. For Lily, and for herself. She could see that now.
Now that she knew, Meryl had to see Lily. She grabbed her tinted sunglasses and purse, scrawled a message for her husband about dinner on the whiteboard on the fridge, and ran to the garage. She jammed her keys into the ignition of her BMW clumsily, looked in the rearview mirror as she waited impatiently for the garage door to open, and when it finally did she sped away.
She was usually a careful driver, careful about everything actually. But perhaps now was not the time for carefulness.
Meryl bumped her little car up into Lily’s driveway after raising her eyebrows a tad at the security guard at the gate. Those security guards, personal assistants, publicists, what-have-yous-they were onto them. Always were the first to know when trouble is brewing in paradise.
Meryl laughed a little at the thought, stepped up out of her tiny car, and brushed off her jeans. She took a longing look at Lily’s house from the front, pausing a moment to take the whole thing in, as if she were shopping for a house. Then she breathed out heavily and headed for the front door with a determined stare.
When Lily answered, Meryl didn’t wait for words. She stepped across the threshold of the doorway, pushed Lily up against the wall opposite the door, and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard and with that unmistakable spark, that one that you are lucky if you ever experience once in your life. That passion, that flame, that burst of life. Their lips connected, their tongues connected, their minds connected, and it was like their souls could melt together right there in that instant.
Meryl was convinced that they were part of the same string, had been wandering lost at separate ends for eternity, and now that they’d found each other, they were whole again. She didn’t want to let that go. Even if it meant jeopardizing her entire life-her family, her career, the trust of everyone involved. This is the one thing Meryl was sure of, if she was ever sure of anything in her life.
Lily pushed back, detangling herself from Meryl’s embrace. Lily bit her lip and looked at her with that I’m-trying-to-figure-out-what’s-going-on-in-your-brain-right-now look. Smoldering.
Lily always chooses her words carefully. “What are you doing?” Each word was accentuated and punctuated and separated from the next. It was a loaded question.
Meryl brushed her blonde curls back into her messy ponytail with one hand to stall, give her time to think. What exactly was she doing? She thought.
Lily smiled. She knew she had the power to make Meryl think, and she loved that. Lily held Meryl’s hand and waited for her response.
“I want to know we’ll never lose this, what we have.”
Lily nodded. She knew there was more.
“I love you and I want to make love to you. I don’t care about Don or Jane or the business or any of that. We can deal with that later.”
Meryl was on a roll now. All Lily had to do was listen and she would spill all.
Meryl swallowed and looked Lily straight in the eyes. Lily thought for a second that she looked like an angel with the sunlight streaming in the windows behind her.
“I want to be with you. I want to decide on curtain patterns with you. I want to come home to you. I want to have the same bed as you. I want it to be our bed. I want to have your babies.” Meryl stopped as she laughed at herself and looked up, her long, beautiful neck showing fully. Lily laughed too. “No, I know.” Meryl waved her hand in the air. “That sounds crazy.” Meryl took both of Lily’s hands in hers and professed her love, “But I want to love you and be with you and share every moment of my day with you.”
Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head at Meryl, and then pulled her towards herself with both hands and kissed her.
She smiled as they pressed their foreheads together, noses touching, and stood there in the doorway for a moment.
“Now, about that making-love deal…is this like a fanciful down-the-road type of thing,” Lily licked her lips slowly and continued. “Or is it like an oh-please-take-me-right-now kind of thing?”
Meryl smiled, sucking her own lower lip in, and decided to humor Lily. She whispered, “Oh, please take me right now, Ms. Lily Tomlin.”
“Fabulous,” Lily purred and took Meryl by the hand, leading her up the grand, spiral staircase, to the bedroom.