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The Reminiscing Process	By : DarkKitty27 Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 2832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Window, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Miss Me?
- 2-Bedtime
- 3-Tradition
- 4-Alone
- 5-Bliss
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Chapter 3: Tradition

The next morning, Mort awoke, stretching and cursing himself. He'd had a dream last night, one such kind of dream he had not had in a very, very long time. He'd dreamt of Lizzy coming into his room in just a towel. As the towel fell from her nubile body, he felt like a teenage boy, his hormones bouncing all over inside him. Now, his lower extremities were sticky and his brow furrowed. 'My god,' he thought, 'that hasn't happened to me since....since I can't even remember.' He got up quickly, cleaning himself up and ripping his sheets off the bed. He buried them in the bottom of the hamper in the corner of his room. 'That's the last thing she needs to see, then she would go home telling her parents that I'm some kind of pervert'

Mort grabbed a clean pair of plaid pajama pants and a gray tee-shirt, changed and headed downstairs. Lizzy was still asleep and so he went and sat at his desk. Images from his dream last night popped into his head and he began to type, the words flowing directly from his mind to his hand as his fingers flew over the keys. 'What am I doing?' he screamed at himself, 'I'm a professional author, I don't write horny cheap porn stories..' yet the more his thoughts wandered, the more he typed.

When he heard Lizzy's door open upstairs, he saved his work in a protected file, closed the screen, and brought up a blank document. As he heard her approach he ran a hand through his hair and straightened his glasses. When she came into the doorway, he looked up quickly. "Morning."

"urgh, Morning...," She yawned, grinding the heel of her palm into her eyes attempting to rub out the sleep. He watched her, awe-struck, as she stretched against the door frame. A healthy expanse of creamy white skin peeked out as her shirt rose up a bit. Her belly button entranced his gaze and he wet his lips involuntarily.

"What time is it?" She asked, snapping him out of his revelry.

"Oh, it's uh...9:30."

"Ooh, I better go get dressed and head into town," Lizzy said clapping her hands together.

"For what?"

"I, Mr. Mort, am going to the grocery store and filling these cabinets of yours. You can't live off Doritos forever you know," she said, putting a hand on her hip.

"Says who?"

"Says me, that's who," she nodded and turned on her heel.

"...And don't call me Mr. Mort!" he shouted after her and heard her cackle back at him.

When Lizzy returned from the store, bags in hand, Mort was down at the washer in the basement doing laundry. He came up just as she was struggling with two huge bags in the doorway, "I thought I smelled trouble," he said chuckling at her. "A little help?" she grumbled, trying to get a hold of the bags. Mort took both from her easily, setting them down on the kitchen counter.

"Lets see here...," Mort mumbled as he picked through the bags. "Milk, cheese, butter..." Lizzy set down two more bags and went to his side. "Why didn't you just by the whole cow, I'm sure it would have been cheaper." Lizzy shot him a look, "Funny...I just got the essentials, plus, I'm making breakfast."

"What's on the menu Chef Lizzy?"

"Well, I was thinking pancakes...maybe some bacon."

Before Mort could respond, he stomach rumbled loudly. "I think that's a yes," Lizzy with a laugh, patting his stomach. She could have sworn she felt his muscles jump...but maybe it was nothing.

They ate breakfast at the kitchen table, and Mort was once again regaled by tales of the past 12 years. Lizzy spent the rest of the day playing with her photography equipment. She went out to the lake nearby and took picture after picture of the water, the ducks, and the golden foliage.

Around 3:00, Lizzy came running in calling out to Mort. She sat on the couch next to him and offered him her cupped hands. Inside was a small, dark green frog.

"It's a frog."

"I know. I'm naming him Mort, after you. That's the way I used to name all my pets remember? It's all part of the reminiscing process."

Mort scratched his chin, he recalled being a rabbit, a cat, a hamster...and once even a bird.

"I think I better get this guy back to the lake now, he probably misses his home," Lizzy said, walking to the door.

"Or maybe he's just terrified of being manhandled by a 26 year old."

Lizzy shot him a look and returned the frog back to the lake. After she came back, she washed her hands and then sat down next to him. "I think, when I go back home, I will get a lizard and I will name him Morton."

Mort looked at her, raising an eye brow, "Like the salt?"

"No," she said, rolling her eyes, "after you. Besides, it is a tradition."

"This is all part of the 'reminiscing process' isn't it?"

"Exactly," she prided, "which, by the way, you are not doing a very good job of."

"Really now?"

"Yep. Since I've gotten here I've been the one with all the stories and the little reminders of our past," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm beginning the think you've forgotten about me Mort Rainey."

"Mort Rainey never forgets," he said, raising his hand to make his point, "I'm part elephant you know, only they've placed my trunk...else where."

"Ewww!" Lizzy shrieked, hitting him on the arm as he laughed. "That's disgusting Mort!" she said, lying through her teeth. In her mind, all she could think about was getting into his pants.

"Seriously, Lizzy, I could never forget about you," Mort said, turning back to her. "It's entirely too impossible."

"You lie," she said childishly, turning away from him. "You can't remember anything we used to do together. You're just pretending."

"Oh yea?"

"Yea!"

"What if I can prove it?"

"I'm listening..." she started, turning to face him.

"What if I did...this," he pounced foreword, tickling her stomach fiercely. Lizzy kicked, up roaring in laughter. "NO STOP AHHAHAHA, PLEASE MORT....NO TICKLE!" she spat out as she laughed uncontrollably.

He tickled her harder, "Remember," he said, shouting over her shrieking laughter, "how I used to tickle you like this until you'd have to beg for mercy?" he laughed at her flailing so hard his stomach hurt.

"Y..ye...hahaha YES! I REMEMBER! MERCY! MERCY!" She shrieked and he stopped, and they panted hard as their laughter subsided. Lizzy suddenly became very aware of his body pressing down on her and her teary smile started to fade. Mort himself, began to realize this too and his own smile faded as he looked down into her bright green eyes. She could feel his breathing, in and out, in and out against her body and her heart raced. The intensity of his gaze was so deep that she couldn't tear her eyes away. She looked at his lips, the desire to kiss him building with every breath. She wanted to pull him down upon her and ravage his messy hair with her hands. She blinked. Mort suddenly seemed to realize the tension of the moment and he pulled away quickly, stood up and walked into the kitchen. Mort's mind raced, 'She's not a kid anymore....she's just not.'

"Sorry about that, I got carried away," Mort laughed nervously, unable to meet her gaze.

"It's okay," she mumbled, also nervously and she walked briskly over to the cupboard. The loss of his body was making and empty space inside her grow. A space she so desperately wanted him to occupy. "How about um...sp..spaghetti, for dinner?" she offered.

"Yea, that'll be good," Mort ran a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go do..some work," he said after a pause and hurried off to his office.

"Okay," she whispered as she heard the door shut. "Oh god," she mumbled to herself, covering her hands with her eyes and leaning against the counter, 'what now?...what now?! He must think that I think he's an asshole...if he only knew how I felt....maybe he wouldn't be so...nervous, that last thing I want is for him to think that I hate him....Jesus Lizzy, don't scare him away, he's gonna figure it out....and if he doesn't...you'll just have to tell him.'

They ate dinner that night in silence. Later on that evening, the heavens opened up and a thunderstorm poured down. Lizzy had gone upstairs and was sitting on her cot watching the tiny black and white TV set. She wondered what Mort was up to, so she walked downstairs. Mort was sitting on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders, watching the rain pour down out of the gutters. She stepped into his line of sight. "Come on Mort, live a little, let me bring down the ole' boob tube and we'll watch it together."

Mort was uneasy. "..Okay, if you want."

Lizzy ran upstairs and brought down the tiny TV. She plugged it in on the side wall, setting it down the coffee table. She turned it on, settling down on the couch next to Mort. She tugged at the blanket around his shoulders. "Hey, share." He lifted the blanket up and she curled underneath his arm. She wrapped her hands around his waist and settled into him inhaling his scent. Lizzy felt her insides melt all over again. Mort went rigid, he was obviously still tense about what happened earlier. She settled down, trying to get him to relax.

Two hours or so later, Lizzy was beginning to feel sleepy. She could feel Mort's steady breathing and she looked up at him. Out like a light. She leaned up slowly to look at him, he was so cute when he was asleep. She reached up and gently pulled his glasses off his face. She set them on the coffee table and turned back to him. Her hand came up of it's own accord and began to stroke his cheek. 'So beautiful,' she thought. Suddenly, she felt his hand touch her wrist and she gasped as his eyes met hers. She tried to look away but she was caught by his penetrating stare, unable to move. Unable to have coherent thoughts, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. He was taken back, she felt by the way his body tensed up, but then warm, soft lips were moving against hers and he was her world. She moaned opening her mouth to him. His hot tongue slid slowly in and she grasped his shirt, pulling him closer. She ran her hands through his hair, like she had always dreamed, and grasped the back of his neck, holding him to her. Mort was lost in her presence, but when he felt her hand slid under the hem of his shirt he jumped and broke their kiss.

He stood abruptly and walked away from her to the other side of the room. Lizzy stood and steadied herself. "Mort I-"

"No. I shouldn't...and you definitely shouldn't...we shouldn't be....but we were, oh god, we were," Mort ran a hand over his face and turned his back to her. She approached him. "It's okay Mort, really it's okay, I-"

"No, no it's not okay," he almost yelled and turned back to face her. "I've known you since you were a kid, Liz, and this isn't supposed to be happening. But it is..."

Lizzy stepped closer to him. "Mort," she whispered as she stroked a warm hand across his stomach. "Please Mort....I need....I want..." Her voice was thick and deep as he captured her lips. She pressed herself tight against him and he let out a deep groan as her hips moved against his growing erection. She locked her legs around his hard body and he picked her up, slamming her against the side wall, pressing into her with all his weight. She moaned, grinding herself against him as his hot tongue moved over her ear lobe. Lizzy had no sooner reached down to cup his engorged manhood when she was put down and walked away from.

"I can't," Mort whispered as he ran upstairs to lock himself in his room. Lizzy stood against the wall, flushed and wanting to cry. He was doing this for her sake, he didn't want to hurt her. She needed to make him understand that it would be okay to succumb to the need that they were both clearly feeling.
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