Chapter Four
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It was around 11 PM that night before Celine finally went home.  She didn't want to face the big, empty house alone but Madeline finally convinced her that it would all look much better in the morning.  As she pulled into her driveway, she noticed Justin's car parked in front of her house.  She let him in the gate and met him at his car as he got out.  He had thrown on blue jeans and a white t-shirt after his shower; he didn't really care what he had on because he knew he wouldn't be wearing it long...or at least he hoped hw wouldn't.  He wanted to get things started with Celine because the torture of waiting was killing him, and, they were running out of time with the tour starting soon.

As he climbed out of the car, Celine said, "Why are you back?  I don't..."

He put his finger to her lips and said, "Shhh Leelee, don't say it," and pulled her into a gentle hug.  "I'm sorry for before," he said as he stepped back.  "I didn't mean to make you freak.  Just relax, ok?"

Celine smiled, "Leelee?  What is that?"

Justin chuckled and said, shyly, "I don't know.  It just popped into my head.  The fans call me 'Juju'.  God knows why."  He smiled that big, famous, glacier-melting smile of his and then shrugged his shoulders.

She laughed.  He really was so charming.  She noticed that the ringlets in his hair were wet.  He'd even shaved, though he still sported the chin scruff.  She reached out and took his hand.  "I'm sorry too.  I couldn't handle things, especially with Maddie showing up.  But we talked and she made me see that I had to come home eventually.  I hate this big house when Rene is gone.  But, here you are, to keep me company."  She started walking towards the house, still clutching Justin's hand in hers.

He followed, letting her lead the way.  She opened the back door and he followed her in closely behind, flipping the light switch on once inside the door.  Celine took her sweatshirt off and ran her fingers through her tangled hair.  She sat down on the sofa, still feeling unsure.  Justin fell down beside her, facing her, and sighed while laying his head against the back of the sofa.  It had been a long day.  His muscles ached from dancing and his head ached from the stress of the opening tour date looming in the near future.  He leaned toward her a little and gazed at Celine's profile, saying softly, "Your baby will be so beautiful, Celine.  You and Rene will be good parents.  I have no doubt."  He paused and said, "And you will get pregnant, I know you will," as if reading Celine's worried thoughts.

She watched as he took her hand in his and squeezed it, before bringing it to his lips.  His soft kiss to the back of her hand sent tingles all the way to her toes.  She gaped at him as he stared at her.  His eyes were dark and seemed to penetrate through to the place which held her secret fantasies.  The way he looked at her made her feel like a school girl.  "Are you going to take his advice?" he asked, still looking deep into her eyes.  He wasn't pushing.  He wasn't even flirting.  He was only looking at her and holding her hand.

"What do you mean?" Celine asked, frowning.

He looked at her hand in his and rubbed it with his thumbs.  He didn't look up, but said, "Something about enjoying it?"  He looked up into her eyes again.  He was sitting perfectly still, not showing any of his emotions, just looking at her.

God!  She wanted to kiss him.  Before she could think of an answer, Justin said softly, "I want to kiss you."  But all he did was look at her.  He seemed to have a way of climbing inside her with his eyes.  He was being so still and she could see his eyelids getting droopy.  He looked like a little boy on the brink of falling asleep.

"You're tired, Justin.  Maybe we should just continue this tomorrow," she said, hoping to put off dealing with this until the next day.

Before she knew it, he'd gotten down on his knees and had crawled up between her knees, resting his arms on her thighs.  He was pulling her toward him with his hands on her hips.  "I am tired, it's true," he said, his voice lower and more husky.  "But not too tired to help calm you down."

He had slid his body up further, so that his face was over her stomach and one of his arms was around her lower back.  His other hand pushed her shirt up and he buried his face in her stomach, softly kissing and nibbling at her.  He slowly drawled, "Just enjoy it, Leelee," and flicked his tongue across her stomach and around her belly button.  Between his seduction of her belly button and the way he was pressing his body against her open legs, Celine's blood was roaring in her ears and her breath, quickening.  He continued his lazy feast on her stomach and she found her fingers entangled in his wild blond curls as if she was afraid he would stop.  He would glance up at her face every so often and envelope her with his eyes.  He softened her core a little more each time until she was grabbing at his shoulders, needing him to get closer.  He crawled up her body more, nudging her legs around his waist and pulling her around so she was laying flat on the sofa, underneath him.  Her legs were still curling around him as if trying to pull him even closer.

Her hands in his hair helped pull his lips up to hers.  His kisses were lazy and wet, sucking and flicking his tongue along her lips.  She moaned in frustration as she kissed him, deep and long, probing deeper with each passing second.  The kissing was mind-blowing and her body was on fire.  His body was flat against her.  He was fighting to keep it slow but at the same time, he was crushing her body into the sofa, his hips unconsciously slowly grinding against her.  She released his curls and gripped his ass for a moment before sliding her hands up to clutch his shirt and peel it over his head.

When she did that, his beauty again caused her to gasp and she began kissing his chest working her way to his stomach.  He rolled over to give her better access to his body and she found herself straddling him and running her tongue and lips along his chest. She took her time, kissing and sucking her way down to his belly button.  Now, he had his hands in her hair and he was breathing harder with his lips parted and his eyes closed.  She ran her hands over his chest and stomach marveling in the way he felt as his muscles flexed under her hands.  He was so beautiful.  Her fingers made their way to his jeans as she toyed with the idea of unsnapping the button and continuing her way down.  Sensing her apprehension, his eyes opened and he leveled a look at her that caused the ache in her body to spread like molten lava.  In a low, breathy voice, he said, "Are you sure?"

Her hesitation was obvious as she pulled her hands away.  He slowly sat up and ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder to her neck before he pulled her into another dizzying kiss.  As he trailed kisses down her neck, his words were muffled against her as he said, "That's ok, Leelee."

He crawled out from under her and stood up.  He reached down and grabbed her hand, saying, "C'mon," and pulled her hand as he walked down the hallway.  As he led her into the guest room, he smiled at her and kissed her softly, backing her into the room until she fell backward onto the bed, with him on top of her.  He chuckled into her ear as he nibbled her neck and she hungrily sought his mouth to bury herself in.

As she was kissing him, he glanced at the clock on the bedside stand.  It was nearly 3 AM.  If he continued in this fashion, he knew he'd be sleepless and hornier than hell with no relief when 8 AM came.  He broke the kiss and said, "I could kiss you forever," and kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips once more.  He knew Celine wasn't ready yet, so he said, "Babe, I gotta get some sleep.  I have to be back at Johnny's early.  I can't be late because they'd scalp me, this close to the tour.  Plus it's so hard to dance when my ass is dragging."

Celine laughed at the funny face he made.  "I'm torturing you, I know, and I'm sorry, Justin.  I am much, much calmer than I was, thanks to you."

He held her tight to him, wrapping his arms around her.  "You're welcome.  My pleasure, actually.  Can we pick this up tomorrow?" he was mumbling with his eyes shut.  Smiling against his neck, she reached up and turned off the lamp.

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Sunlight was filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a golden glow, as Celine opened her eyes the following morning.  She moved slowly, not wanting to wake the man cuddled close against her.  The clock on the bedside stand now registered 8:15 AM and she knew she had no choice but to wake him. His face looked like an angel framed by his unruly blond curls, so innocent and unaware.  She slowly let her gaze fall over the rest of him and was struck by the same irony.  His arms, hard and muscular, were wrapped around her still, her own cheek had been resting against his bare chest.  Her eyes lingered on his stomach and she softly exhaled as her fingers made their way to the intricate line of hair just below Justin’s navel, slowly tracing it down.  As she reached the waist of his jeans, Justin stirred against her and caught her in the same position where things had fallen apart the night before.

"G'mornin' sweet thang," he said, using a silly southern accent, kissing her neck and nuzzling her ear.  "Thanks for waking me up.  Can I use your shower?"  Not waiting for her reply, he climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

She went to find his shirt, socks and shoes, so he wouldn't have to linger once he showered.  She laid them on the bed and went to open the curtains and pick up the living room which looked like a tornado had gone through. He came out completely dressed, and grabbed his cell phone and keys, before stopping in front of her and saying, "I will call you later ok?" He leaned in close and rested a feathery light kiss on her lips, and walked out the door.

Two minutes later, Celine was answering her ringing phone to find Madeline asking her how it went.  "I need your help, today, Maddie," Celine said as she began to explain her plan for the day.