TITLE: Trial and Error
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
RATING: R (Language)/ NC17 (later)
SUMMARY: Sleeping with Billy, the first day of court, a kiss
CONTENT/WARNING: Some swearing/sexual references
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened. Lyn is a fictional character based in fact.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to the encouragement of all, and to danu_2u for wading through my crazy ramblings, and to Billy who makes himself so easy to write and imagine.
Another long day was spent between Lyn wasting time and rushing to answer the phone. By the end of the day, nothing was accomplished, the trial never started, and due to the rain that had been whipping through all day, Lyn was depressed. She had at least got to meet with the DA and go over some preliminary preparations for the testimony; however, that solitary hour was all she was going to get prior to testifying. All resorted in Lyn being close to a breakdown, and in no mood for her teenage fantasy of being with Billy. By the time he called her, Lyn answered like a person in shock, no emotion, only words.
“Hello?” Lyn picked up.
“Lyn? You ready for some dinner? I’ve asked everyone for suggestions for a Chinese place around here, and I think I’ve got a great one picked out!” Billy sounded chipper, as if the sun had followed him around all day instead of a storm cloud.
“You okay? You seem gloomy.”
“Yeah, I’m just tired, hating the rain.”
“Hmmm….a hating the rain day. Tell ya what, why don’t you come up to my room and we’ll order in, get some movies, and gel.”
“Well, okay, that sounds nice actually. Then I won’t have to share you either,” Lyn gave a small smile.
Billy laughed, “I should be more worried about having to share you, sexy beastie, with all the people.”
Now Lyn really was laughing. They made a few more quips, then Lyn hung up and looked wildly into the mirror. Damn, I look like shit. Better get fixed before I scare Billy out of his wits. The 10-minute change took twenty, so by the time Lyn got up to Billy’s room, a half hour had passed. Lyn knocked on the door, hearing faint strains of a guitar strumming behind the door. Quickly, Bill flung open the door, with a debonair air grabbed her around by the waist and spun her into the room while singing.
“Somewhere, beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me….”
They waltzed around the room for a minute or two while Billy continued to serenade her, until Lyn gave up her gloomy Gus impression and pulled away laughing and holding her side.
“Stop, stop! You’re killing me!” Lyn fell on the bed giggling.
“Aw, there’s the smile I wanted. Now lie down on my bed and tell Dr. Billy what’s wrong.” He lay down on his side, propped his head up with his hand, and put on his most serious expression.
Lyn rolled over facing Billy and said, “Nothing’s wrong per say, I’m just sick of waiting for the trial, and nervous about testifying, but most of all, I’m dying for the Chinese food you offered. Now get out the phone book and let’s see if they deliver.”
Billy made a big show of trying to reach the phone book on the nightstand and then did a mock “falling off the bed” trick that brought Lyn to tears for laughing so hard. She continued to giggle through his ordeal of ordering with a Scottish accent to the obviously broken English speaking order taker. A comedy of errors, she thought. Then it was on to fighting over the pay-per-view movie choices before finally deciding on a light romantic comedy that neither one had seen.
Fed and cozy, they flopped back on the bed, propped up by the mountain of pillows that the maids had furnished Billy, in direct contrast to Lyn’s measly two pillows in her own room. Lyn lay back with all intentions of watching the movie, but the fun and comfort that came with being with Billy had melted all her anxiety and left her just tired. Within a half hour, Lyn fell asleep curled up beside Billy. Billy looked down, about to make a quip about the movie and saw Lyn sleeping peacefully. He slipped out of bed as gently as he could, and finding a blanket, slipped it over Lyn. Then he eased back into bed, throwing an arm around her, hugging her close.
“Sleep in peace,” he whispered and leaned down, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.
When Lyn first woke up, she had no idea what room she was in. She yawned and stretched her arms out with her eyes closed. Feeling something beside her, she jerked her eyes open and saw Billy curled beside her still lightly snoring. He was mostly on his stomach, with his arms pulled in under him. A faint smile was spread on his face, making him look slightly like a cherub. Lyn was confused, until she remember laying back to watch the movie. Huh. Looks like I just slept the night away in Billy’s bed. OH MY GOD! I JUST SLEPT THE NIGHT AWAY IN BILLY BOYD’S BED! Lyn smiled hugely, and then snuggled back into the bed, turning to watch Billy sleep. Unable to resist the urge, she ran the back of her hand slowly over his shoulder, running it down his arm. Then she rose up, to touch his cheek, just grazing his stubble and his lips, which parted slightly at her touch. Billy let out a sleepy moan. Fed on her insane affection and lust, Lyn dared to lean in and give him a quick kiss on the lips. A stolen moment born in insanity, for as soon as she was pulling back, Billy’s eyes blinked open and he startled.
Both Billy and Lyn jumped back from each other, and this time, when Billy fell off the bed it wasn’t an act.
“Shit! That fucking hurt!” Billy moaned from the floor.
Lyn leaned over the bed, kicking herself for having dared too much, and trying not to giggle at his bed head bewildered look.
“I’m so sorry!” Lyn said through slight chuckles.
Billy stood up, cradling his knee. “Oh well, not the first time I’ve done that. I think I’ll live, but just barely.” Billy sat on the bed and gave her a queer look.
Lyn blushed, still wondering if Billy knew about the kiss or the touches, but said nothing. Stupid, stupid! You totally blew it! Billy continued to give her a confused look, but he then dropped back on the bed and stretched. His shirt came up showing his belly, and Lyn couldn’t tear her eyes away. He brought his arms down and pulled his shirt back down, watching Lyn. Lyn looked up and met his eyes, blushing furiously when she realized that he had seen her watching.
“Lyn?” Billy began.
Lyn shifted her eyes, feeling self-conscious, “Yes?”
“Are you…..? Never mind. Uhm, I need to get ready, maybe you should check in with the DA.”
“Oh shit! What time is it?”
Lyn looked around in a panic, knowing that the jury selection was to begin today. Seeing that it was almost 9:00 AM, she let out a little squeak, and scrambled for the phone. Billy stood watching her from the bathroom doorway, brushing his teeth, he thought, well he suspected something had gone on between them just a moment ago. He could still feel a faint touch, a wisp of a memory clinging to him. Perhaps this is my fault, maybe I’ve been too mixed in my signals. Lyn hung up the phone, hopped up, collecting her shoes and her key, and practically bolted out the door, until she remembered Billy. She stuck her head into the bathroom, waiting for him to finish his brushing.
“Billy, I’ve got to go or I’ll be late for jury selection. I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate last night, and I’m sorry I fell asleep here. I’m not sure what happened to me; guess you just made me so comfortable….anyway, thanks.”
She walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and wiped a little toothpaste off his chin with a smile. Billy just smiled, eyes searching her face for some clue to explain the feeling he had. Lyn backed up and let herself out of the room, racing for the elevator. Billy watched her from the doorway, and then closed the door with the shake of a confused head.
The first day of court was rough. Lyn sat in the courtroom for hours watching the jury selection. Across a mere fifteen foot span was the man that had put her through hell. He had been a stranger, no one she had ever met before, and she hadn’t seen him more than those thirteen hours that night three years ago. Despite that, as soon as he was brought in with handcuffs and a guard, she recognized him immediately. He sat beside his lawyer, occasionally craning his neck around to glare at her, as if it were her fault that he was sitting here. Lyn did her best to hold her head high, and to avoid his glances, however, the further into the day it went, she returned his glare, determined to make him break eye contact first. I will show this bastard who’s in control now. He will not bring me down. After the lunch break, jury selection finally ending, and the opening statements began. Lyn watched intently, trying to get a feel for the jury and to hear what arguments the defense was going to bring up. Anxiously, she listened to the DA tell his beginnings of her story.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is a story of a young woman leaving her friends house. You will hear how the defendant approached this woman for a ride, and then viciously attacked her, pushing her into her car. You will then hear how the woman spent the next thirteen hours being terrorized by the defendant, how he abducted her across county lines, drove her into an empty field, beat her into submission and then raped her. You will hear how he then picked up some associates of his, forced her to extract money, purchased crack, and then went to a hotel room, where his terrorizing continued. Then, ladies and gentlemen, you will hear how this woman, using only her wits, devised a plan of escape, and ultimately succeeded in freeing herself from this deadly situation. Lastly, you will hear how once she had escaped and reported to the police, the defendant showed up at the hospital where she had been admitted, where Ms. Walker even despite her trauma, identified him and police were able to arrest him. This is a story about being in a life/death situation, being beaten into submission, and then using wits to survive. You are expected to do your duty, to listen to Ms. Walker’s story, and to find justice for this woman.”
Lyn listened to the statement in tears, unable to hold her emotion back. After three years, her new burden was beginning. She held tight to her seat, and listened with disbelief while the defense began his opening statement, claiming that she had been a willing companion to the defendant, only seeking revenge after she had gotten in over her head. In shock, Lyn barely heard when the DA called his first witness.
“The state calls Gwendolyn Walker.”
Lyn testified for three hours, forcing herself to look at the jury and wrench one painful detail out after another. After three hours, the court was dismissed for the day, to reconvene in the morning. Lyn was drained, emotionally distraught, and nauseous that her testimony would still be continuing the next day. Her thoughts were so distracting, that she walked out of the courthouse in a daze, taking it slowly back to the hotel a few blocks away. It was freezing outside, slightly snowing, but Lyn did not notice. She was entering the lobby when she bumped into someone, saying “Excuse me” without even looking up.
“Lyn? You okay?”
Lyn looked up seeing Billy, with bags in hand. “Not really, court started today, I’ve been testifying for hours. Are you leaving?”
Billy looked down at the bags, then back up to Lyn. “Well, the convention is over, so I was planning on it, but….”
Lyn’s disappointment ran through her like cold water, and she couldn’t help her raw emotions showing as the first tear began to run down her cheek. She brushed it away hastily, but not before Billy had noticed it. “Oh, okay, well it was great meeting you. Hope you have a good trip!”
Lyn turned and walked hastily away, practically running for her room once she got into the lobby. She stifled her sobs until the door closed behind her, but then let them go. How could he leave me now all alone? Just when I needed him the most. Of course, Lyn knew that he wouldn’t stay forever and of course she knew that she had just been a small ray in his entire life of sunshine, but she could not help her attachment to him. When the knock came at her door, she hoped it would be Billy. She would not be disappointed.
She flung open the door without even peeking, tears still streaking her face, and when she saw it was Billy, she flung herself into his arms.
Billy embraced her, stroking her hair back from her face, saying soft words, “It’s okay, I’m still here.”
He backed them slowly into the room, closing the door behind them, and then lifted her chin up so that he could look her in the eyes. Lyn’s tears slowed, and her heart thudded in her chest; once again she was drowning in his green eyes. Billy slowly, leaned forward, cradling her chin, and kissed Lyn. Her eyes fluttered close, and she kissed him with all the emotion she had left. Their kiss deepened, Billy’s tongue flickered against her lips, parting them slightly. Then he pulled away and held her out from him.
“Shit! I’m sorry; I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry; you don’t need this right now!” Billy was blushing.
Lyn just blinked, still feeling his lips on her own. “Uh, I mean….uhm”
Billy let her go, strode around her to stand in the window. He ran his hand up over his hair, staring at the grass, apparently fighting with his own emotions.
Lyn was so confused. First, the friendship, then he’s leaving, next he’s kissing her and apologizing. What the hell just happened?
He wouldn’t turn to look at her, just continued to look out the window, “Lyn, I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t know what came over me. I mean, shit, I don’t even know you that well. Maybe I should go….damn it, I don’t know.”
Lyn walked up to him, “Billy, I don’t understand it either, but it happened, and well….I’m not mad that it happened. I’m happy about it; I just wish you were….Billy?” She laid a hand on his shoulder.
He turned, with such a look of angst on his face, “Oh Lyn,” he groaned. “What are we doing?”
Lyn pressed up against him, “Well, I don’t know, but we have to see where it’s going to lead.”
Billy slipped his arms around her, kissing her head, her cheek, down to her neck, then back up to cover her mouth again with his. Lyn sighed into his mouth, leaning into him, feeling his hand tracing her back and slipping through her hair. It’s like a movie kiss. They kissed and the sun went down, they kissed and lost all time.