"Are we in a hurry," Lance asked, amused.
"Just trying to get everything in place for when we leave tomorrow," Whip made to step around him and glanced up in irritation when he blocked her path again.
"Now, you wouldn't be trying to get out of going somewhere tonight, would you," Lance asked, knowing damn well she was, "Say out to a certain club, with a certain dashingly handsome superstar?" The cheeky way he fluttered his lashes at her made Whip want to giggle, but she rolled her eyes instead.
"And who might that be," she shot back at him, smirking, "I haven't seen anyone around here that fits that description." Lance's eyebrow raised at her comeback. This was going to be fun, he thought to himself.
"See, now you're breaking my heart," his hand went to his chest and he stuck out his bottom lip. Whip couldn't help but laugh at the picture he made. She made a few more token protests, but ended up giving in. Within an hour she was dressed and on her way to the club with him in one of the vehicles they brought with them on tour. She knew she was going to regret this.
~*~
The place was packed when they got there. The other guys had come earlier and already had a table. Whip and Lance made their way through the mass of people and slid into their chairs. Joey and Justin were already on the dance floor doin their thing. JC was chatting with a couple people up at the bar and Chris was sitting at the table, just taking in all the people and sipping his drink. Before long, Chris got up saying he saw someone he needed to talk to and Lance and Whit were left alone. She was nervous and played with her hair, tucking back the shoulder-length strands again and again. Lance asked her what she wanted to drink and she was stumped. She'd never been to a club before and had no clue what to order. Finally she told him to just pick something out for her and he pushed his chair back and made his way to the bar. He ordered their drinks and leaned against the edge of the bar to wait on them.
"So, Lance," JC grinned, "Got yourself a little date tonight?"
"Why," Lance shot back, "Something wrong with that?"
"No," JC replied, swirling his drink, "In fact, I think it's cute. Whip's pretty cool." Lance nodded his head in agreement and raised his hand to JC before carrying their drinks back to the table. Whip took a sip of hers and licked her lips appreciatively. Lance watched, entranced as her pink tongue slipped through her lips and traced a path across her bottom lip, licking at the few drops that remained there. He felt a tightening in his belly. Setting his drink down, he extended a hand to her. When she looked up at him in confusion, he tilted his head toward the dance floor.
"I told you, I can't dance," Whip said, taking another sip.
"And I promised a lesson," Lance replied, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, "C'mon, you might surprise yourself." Whip sighed and followed him out to the mass of people. Already she was self-conscious and felt like everyone was staring at her. Lance stopped right in the middle of the floor and turned toward her. He could tell that she was nervous and he knew how to put her at ease. Pulling her back up against his chest, his hands rode low on her hips.
"Now, the first thing is the hips," he rumbled in her ear, "Just find the beat and let them rock to it." He pressed his hips up against hers, showing her what he meant. Whip froze at his touch, but started to rock back and forth when his hands pressed against her hips. With him behind her, it was hard for Whip to concentrate, but his soothing voice and skilled hands guided her. Before long, she was grinding against him and even ventured turning to face him. His eyes looked like gems in the darkness of the club. The lights would flash across them, picking out the tiny gold flecks. Lance smiled down at her and she couldn't help but smile back. Her hips rolled up against him, making his eyes widen a bit. Whip moved even closer and his hands slid down just a bit further. Lance's eyes glanced up and behind her, but before she had a chance to turn, a body was pressed up against her, grinding into her from behind. Lance laughed at the shocked expression on her face and she turned her head to find Joey grinning and still dancing. She should've known he'd be the one to do something like that. He stayed with them, finishing the song, before heading off in search of Shay. Whip just shook her head. Joey would never change.
When the song ended, Whip was kind of disappointed. It didn't last though. They started a slow one and immediately, Lance pulled her into his arms, tucking her hand up against his chest. He was starting to sweat a little and Whip could see his skin, shimmering like silk in the dark. They didn't talk, but it didn't seem like they needed to. They just moved their feet, circling in time with the music. As they danced, Whip noticed something change in his eyes. They darkened a little....seemed to become shaded. His head lowered a couple of inches and he hesitated as if asking permission. Whip instinctively tipped her chin up and her lips parted slightly as his slanted down on hers.
As his lips touched hers, Whip felt electricity shoot through every nerve in her body. He kissed lightly at first, testing the softness of her lips. His hand let go of hers and reached up to cup her face gently. Whip sighed softly and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He made love to her lips, slowly and torturously, nibbling and sucking on them. When he finally pulled back, Whip was dazed. He pulled her back into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. Oh God, she thought, this was definitely a bad idea.