Your message inspired me to write a short fanfic about Lily.
You never understood what "rolling" meant, but after every party you threw, Lily would come spend the night in your room. You loved the fact that you could sleep with her and then have fun with other girls at the party, looking for the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Sometimes you wonder if Lily is the one? After all, you enjoy your nights with her so much.
Sometimes, Lily's friends from work stay over. The last time you had a threesome with Nicole, you thought she still had feelings for you, but you'd already made your decision, putting a final end to that story. At the climax, you kissed Lily — it was over.
You had fun hanging out with her. The nightlife. Bar crawls. Suddenly, you were invited to a "ShitFaced" concert. You missed the subway, but still managed to make it to the start at the last minute. The best tracks are playing, and everything is going really well. You're hittingchhiking back. A guy is telling amazing stories about his Hell Week in college. Meanwhile, you're kissing in the backseat. The driver notices it through the rearview mirror and comments on what a cute couple you are. You simultaneously say you're not a couple, and Lily clarifies that you're just "rolling."
You arrive home, turn on the lights, and collapse onto the couch. Exhausted, completely tired, you lie there, breathing heavily, because your evening was eventful. And it's almost dawn outside. Lily rests her head on your shoulder. You stare at the wall for a couple of minutes, examining your black wallpaper. Lily suggests changing the walls to a lighter color, but after renovating the DIK mansion, all you have left is paint. Then you draw a starry sky on the ceiling and fall asleep looking at it.
Time passes, and Lily stays with you more and more often in the mornings, rather than immediately leaving to do her own thing. After a while, you practically live together. You enjoy your time with her, but it's not always a pleasure. One day, she gets sick. She has a high fever, so you lie with her under all the blankets. You cuddle her all night, even staying awake because she can't get warm on her own. Then you call a doctor to the house, and it turns out she has mononucleosis. And it's too late in the stage, so it could be dangerous. You rush her to the hospital. Visit her every day. Send her flowers and cards. You write sweet notes. Paper notes, not online.
After three weeks, she's on the mend, and you go up to the hospital roof with her, where you can see the whole city. You hold hands and look at the starry sky. This is the first time in a long time because you weren't allowed to see her while she was sick.
She tells you that she can't continue working as a stripper if she falls in love with someone. You look into her eyes for a few seconds and kiss her forehead.
Another week passes and she's discharged. You meet her and call a taxi. When you get in, you recognize the same man who gave you a ride earlier. He also remembers you and smiles at you. You drive all the way home in silence. At home, you rip each other's clothes off. You pick her up and, kissing passionately, head to the bedroom. You carefully lay Lily on the bed. When she begins to moan softly, you shift positions and continue gazing into her eyes. She looks into yours. You gently brush away a strand of her hair and whisper in her ear:
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