Taking her hand again, Lance started to pull her towards the back of the stage. Whip started to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips and the look he gave her told her that he wasn't finished. She let him lead her back through the backstage area, down the winding hallways, and out through the backdoor. Whip wanted to ask him where they were going, but Lance seemed so earnest and secretive that she figured she'd never get it out of him anyway. He opened the door to his SUV for her and helped her inside, waiting until she was buckled in before shutting the door and running around to the other side.
Whip was completely at a loss. Where she had just been confused before, she was now unable even to think. She watched Lance while he drove. He paid close attention to the road, glancing her way every so often, a smile sliding across his lips. He eventually pulled up in front of the hotel and jumped out to open the door again for her. Like the first time, he laced his fingers in hers and they walked quietly to her door.
This time though, he wasn't leaving. Instead, he pushed the door open and turned on the lights, leading her straight to the bathroom. Whip was completely puzzled now. Lance let go of her hand and turned on the faucets in the garden tub, checking the temperature with his hand until he was satisfied. Turning back to Whip, his gaze settled on hers and her stomach flipped. Silently, he moved closer to her and lowered his lips to hers, just barely brushing them. Whip sucked in a quick breath and reached out to pull him closer, but he backed away, smiling again. That damned smile. The one that reached his eyes and made her whole body ache.
Following Lance with her hungry stare, Whip watched as he slowly grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. The material dropped from his hand to the floor and Whip brought her gaze slowly upward, taking in the way his jeans rode on his lean hips, the flat stomach that widened into the broad, muscular chest. Her eyes went even further, trailing along his collarbone, up the curve of his neck, following the line of his jaw until they reached his deep green eyes. Whip wanted him. Oh God, she wanted him.
Lance stepped forward again and tentatively began unbuttoning her shirt. Whip watched his fingers as they skillfully undid one button and then the next and the next. When they were all undone, he slowly pushed the material aside and goosebumps raised her flesh where the air hit it. Looking into her eyes again, he gently moved the shirt off her shoulders, trailing it down her arms until it joined his on the floor. Lance's fingers grazed her arms as they made their way back up, making Whip shiver. Without any urging, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, lowering her head shyly. Lance wouldn't allow that. He crooked a finger under her chin and raised her eyes again to meet his. He wanted her to experience everything and he wanted her to know how beautiful she was to him. The intensity of his gaze made Whip forget about being shy and she boldly let her bra slip down, not even blinking as it hit the floor. Lance smiled at her again and turned to shut the water in the tub off. It was full now and the steam from the hot water gave the bathroom a foggy effect.
Turning to face Whip again, Lance knelt down in front of her and slipped his fingers underneath her waistband so he could unfasten her jeans. Whip held her breath when his fingers brushed across her skin. Lance helped her off with her shoes and slowly pushed her jeans down, the press of his fingers making her skin feel as if it were on fire. Lance's gaze slowly made it's way back up, taking in every inch of Whip's body. She felt herself blush again until his lips curved up into another heart-melting smile. Lance stood up again and took Whip's hand.
He led her over to the tub and nodded for her to get in. He helped her as she stepped over the side and settled deep into the steaming water. Lance let go of her hand and stepped up behind her, sitting on the edge. He reached for a small glass that was sitting on the shelf behind him and dipping it into the water, began letting it cascade over her hair, wetting it thoroughly. Whip closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the hot water over her head and shoulders. When her hair was completely wet, Lance set the glass down and picked up a bottle of shampoo. He squeezed some out into his hands and rubbed them together before working it into her hair. Whip sighed as his hands gently rubbed and massaged her scalp. He rinsed her hair, taking his sweet time and Whip relaxed in the tub, enjoying every minute of it.
When he was through with her hair, Whip grabbed the washcloth, but Lance took it gently from her and shook his head no. She watched as he took the bar of soap and lathered the cloth. He set the soap back down and began with her shoulders. He rubbed the foamy cloth in slow circles, making every muscle relax until Whip was limp. He worked his way down her back and then indicated that she should rise a bit so he could wash her front. Whip sat up on a small ledge that was set down in the tub and Lance started with the area just beneath her neck. Again, with small circles, he worked his way down over her breasts, taking special care to soap up every inch of them and then further down, over her stomach. Whip tensed when he reached her belly button and Lance smiled gently at her.
Handing her the cloth, he went to get a towel, while she finished quickly. Whip rinsed herself off just as he entered the bathroom again. Lance held the towel up and she stood, letting him envelope her in it. Lance pulled the plug, letting the water drain from the tub and turned back to Whip, taking the towel from her and wiping the droplets of water from her skin. Once she was dry, he put the towel on the rack and led her back to the bedroom.
On the bed lay a smaller towel and a hairbrush. Whip didn't think anything could surprise her now, but this did. Lance sat her on the bed and he crawled up behind her, kneeling. Taking the towel, he started running it over her hair, pressing it down and soaking up most of the water with it. After a few minutes, he tossed the towel on the floor and picked up the brush. Whip leaned her head back a few inches and he began brushing her hair. His strokes were slow and he took care to brush every strand until it shone. When he was satisfied, he laid the brush on the table next to the bed and came around to kneel in front of her again.
Whip felt tears sting her eyes again. She just couldn't believe that he was doing all this for her. She never imagined that he could feel this strongly about her. They hadn't even said one word to each other since they were at the arena and Whip didn't think she'd even have the capacity to speak at the moment. She looked again into his eyes and they mirrored her own. Every emotion she was feeling was clearly shown in the way they had darkened to an emerald hue, the golden flecks sparkling like diamonds. His breath fanned across her face and Whip wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her again.
It seemed as if he heard her thoughts for it was that moment that he chose to settle his lips upon hers. This time, he kissed her as if he were a dying man and she was the drink that could bring him back to life. His lips slanted over hers as he deepened the kiss and Whip's lips parted, her tongue daring to flick against his bottom lip. Lance sucked in a breath and getting braver, Whip ran her tongue over his bottom lip, tracing it's line before pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Lance let out a small groan and pushing her back on the bed, he rose above her, his lips never leaving hers. His kisses were hungry now and he nibbled on her lips before darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting it's sweetness.
Whip was disappointed when Lance pulled away to stand again until she realized why he did. His hands went to the button on his jeans and he popped it open before slowly dragging the zipper down. Whip was dying inside. Her whole body was tingling and he hadn't even touched her yet. She could see the fine line of hair leading down into his briefs and her mouth went dry as she imagined what was at the end of that trail. Her eyes made their way back up his body as Lance kicked off his shoes. In one smooth motion, he pushed his jeans and briefs down, pulling them off, one leg at a time along with his socks. Lance stood upright again and Whip's gaze fluttered down again. He was already erect and Whip almost gasped aloud. She moved back on the bed to allow him room and Lance crawled in beside her. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at her before tracing her jaw with his fingertips and then followed his fingertips with his lips, barely brushing them against her skin. As he moved up to kiss her lips again, his hand lowered to rest on her stomach, where she couldn't decide if the radiating heat was caused by his touch or the ache deep inside her.
Lance kissed his way down over her jaw and nuzzled her neck, nipping at it while his hand played in lazy circles over her stomach before making it's way up to cup her breast gently. He tested it's weight and lightly ran his hands over it, teasing the nipple into a tight peak. His mouth left her neck and replaced his fingers, taking her nipple in and sucking on it gently. Whip arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
After giving the other breast his attention, Lance started to slowly move his hand down, pressing softly on her stomach before sliding down to caress her thigh. His lips followed suit, floating just above her skin, brushing here and there over her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button and coming to rest where his hand was.
Whip wasn't sure she could take anymore. Sensations were coursing through her body and her legs were shaking. She gripped the bedspread in her fists as he moved in between her legs. She felt his whiskers scrape against the sensitive skin on her inner thigh and her hips instinctively bucked, making him chuckle. The first flick of his tongue against her clit nearly sent her over the edge and she cried out. Lance smirked and resumed what he was doing, running his tongue along her lips before parting them and delving into her depths. Whip's hips rose to meet every thrust of his tongue and it wasn't long before she felt herself begin to give way. Lance noticed that she was on the edge and lifted himself up, sliding up and over her.
"Baby, open your eyes," his voice rasped deeply, "Look at me."
Whip opened her eyes to find his intense stare boring into her. Running her hands up his arms, she could feel the muscles bulge and flex as he positioned himself again. Whip felt the tip of him pressing against her and she groaned, her eyelids fluttering.
"Oh God.....Lance....please..."she begged him.
Whip thought she would burst as he slid his full length inside her. He held still for a moment while her body adjusted to his. He filled her completely. Whip looked into his eyes as he began to move, slow and torurously. Dipping his head, Lance kissed her, deeply, the thrust of his tongue matching the thrust of his hips. Whip clutched at his waist, pressing into his sides. Lifting his right arm, Lance slid his hand down Whips leg, wrapping it up around his waist. He repeated this on the left side and then lacing his fingers with hers, he raised her arms above her head, bending them slightly. As he did this, his hips pressed deeper into hers and Whip lifted her head to capture his lips again.
Gradually, his thrusts came faster and her hips rose to meet his. Whip felt a heat begin in the pit of her stomach and start to spread over her whole body. She arched her back, pulling Lance deeper into her with her legs. His fingers tightened on hers and she gazed into his eyes once again before her head fell back and she cried out. Seeing Whip like this pushed Lance over the edge as well and with one final thrust, he fell into the abyss with her.
~*~
Whip lay curled in Lance's arms, playing with the fine hair on the back of his neck. They had lain there, for what seemed like hours, catching their breath. Now, they just stretched out and relished holding each other. Whip was happy and content as Lance's hand drew patterns on her back. Slowly, Whip's eyes began to close and soon they were both asleep, nestled in each others' arms.