On the night after their Dallas show, he finally summoned up the courage. They'd just been hanging around in the hotel room, talking and laughing over some of the guys' antics.
"Um, Whip....." Lance ventured, "I wanna ask you something."
"Shoot," Whip said. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing him and Lance took a deep breath before continuing.
"I want to know if I can borrow what you wrote about......well, what you wrote about us."
"Why," Whip's smile disappeared and a suspicious look took it's place. Lance didn't want to tell her why because that would ruin the surprise.
"Well," he said, "I want to have something made for you. I can't tell you what it is, but I'd really like to do this for you."
"No," Whip said plainly.
"No?"
"Do you have a hearing problem," Whip was starting to get irritated, "I said no."
"Can I ask why," Lance had figured she'd say no, but he wanted to know the reason. Whip looked up at him and then scooted to the edge of the bed. She didn't answer right away, but Lance felt she was having a hard time explaining.
"Look," Whip said quietly, "You are the first person I have EVER let read anything in that notebook and I don't want to take a chance of people making fun of me. That writing is me. Completely. It's everything I feel and dream and I won't let anyone make it look like something corny or childish." Lance thought about this and could understand what she meant. He pulled her into his arms and just held her there, resting his chin on top of her head. He was going to have to find some way to talk her into this. He'd tried to duplicate some of her writing during the long ride on the bus, but it never sounded right. Her words were the ones he wanted. More than that, he wanted her. They hadn't done more than kiss and lately, Lance was wanting more than that. He didn't know what Whip wanted though.
Before he could form another thought, Whip pulled herself away from him and looked up into his eyes. The richness of her deep chocolate eyes made Lance completely weak. He couldn't think or speak half the time when she gazed at him like that. All he could do was act. His hand came up to caress her cheek and when she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, he was lost.
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Whip leaned into his caress, loving the feel of his gentle, but strong hand against her cheek. Savoring the feel, she closed her eyes and sighed. After a moment, she opened them again and nearly gasped at the way his eyes glimmered with want. She let her hand come up to rest on his own cheek and relished the sensations that his whiskers caused when they scraped the sensitive skin on her palm. Tentatively, she ran her hand up into his hair, loving the way the short, coarse strands tickled. Not able to stand it anymore, she moved closer to him and let her lips brush his, gently; barely touching. His warm breath fanned her face and Whip looked into those emerald pools again, letting him know that she wanted him too. She watched as a multitude of emotions flashed across his features. Taking her hand, Lance lifted it and turned it over. Bringing it to his lips, he gently kissed he wrist, right at the pulse point. Whip felt tingles shoot up through her arm at his touch and she shivered when she thought of what was to come.
Lance laid Whip's hand back down and crooked his finger under her chin, lifting it up. His lips descended upon hers, taking possession of them. He nibbled on her bottom lip, sucking on it gently, making Whip emit a small moan. The sound echoed through every part of his body and he wanted nothing more than to hear it again. Thrusting his hand up into her hair, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out and tracing the line of her lips. When they parted, his tongue flicked out, teasing hers. Gently, he laid Whip back on the bed and stood staring down at her. Her skin was flushed and her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. His eyes never leaving hers, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and in one smooth motion, pulled it up and over his head, his fingers letting it drop to the floor. Whips gaze travelled over the broad, muscular chest, down to his lean, tight stomach, then even further, following the tuft of light blond hair leading down inside the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, her eyes moved back up, taking in every inch of his perfect physique. She watched as he tortured her, by slowly kneeling on the bed and crawling toward her, his eyes darkened and locked on hers. He loomed over her for a few seconds before lowering himself down and kissing her again. This time, his lips trailed over her chin and down to the hollow at the base of her throat. Whip didn't realize at first that the strange noises she heard were coming from her own lips. As he delved into that little groove, Whip's hands moved over his arms and shoulders, feeling each muscles as it flexed and contracted.
Whip groaned aloud when his teeth nipped at her collarbone and her fingers dug into his biceps. Bracing himself on one arm, Lance raised up and with one hand, began unbuttoning her shirt. Whip licked her lips and watched his brow furrow in concentration. He got the last one undone and pushed the material aside, placing his hand flat across her stomach. Heat surged through her body, making her tremble. Moving into the space beside her, Lance lay on his side and let his left hand move in small circles over her stomach. He trailed his fingertips lightly over her skin, relishing the way her body responded to his touch. Smiling down at her, his hand moved to her waist and pulled her toward him while he bent to kiss her again.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!