| Little Wing 7 Lance knew the Los Angeles area. While it wasn’t his favorite place to be, he’d been around enough to know exactly which beach to go to -- and gave the cabbie directions accordingly. He cast small glances at Theresa who sat beside him with wide eyes, staring out at the city lights that danced animatedly over the cliffs. “It is pretty,” he admitted with a chuckle. Lance’s body moved closer to hers and he allowed his thigh to press against hers in a clear message of interest. She smiled, and rested her hand on his knee -- but she kept her eyes focused on the sights of LA. “I live in New York City,” she said lightly. “And I know we have millions of people there. And lights. And beauty in its own right. But this is like magic.” Her face turned slowly and Lance felt his heart jump when her dimple made its appearance. He longed to touch it, to run his fingertips over the small indent. And feel her body beneath his in a moment of raw passion. The breath hissed from his lungs as a flash of desire bled through him. He pulled away, afraid of moving into this situation too quickly. But she moved closer and touched his cheek. “I’ve decided,” she whispered, “I adore this freckle.” Lance bit his lip as her nail traced over the brown mole, and his pulse raced uncontrollably. “Yeah?” He felt calm -- peaceful and able to let himself do this -- let himself kiss her and drown in something pure for once. There were no cameras flashing, or people screaming. There were no calls or meetings to run to. There was nothing but his heart slamming against his chest and sweaty palms that let him know how excited he was -- for the first time in a long time. She was the one to touch his lips first. She was the one to wrap her hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. She was the one to slide her body against his. And Lance relaxed. He let go of the breath he held so tightly and sighed into the kiss. He shifted as his body grew warm and let his tongue dart out to lick at hers. When she moaned into him, he felt a hard flutter in his gut -- and it wasn’t a flutter for him to run. This wasn’t a stale kiss, a kiss he was so used to -- empty club kisses stolen with a random girl who wanted N Sync, not Lance from Mississippi. It was real and it almost hurt. “Ahem.” The cabby's voice knocked the kiss away. Lance blinked as his eyes opened. And she was still there with her arms around him and her own eyes still shut. “Wow,” she whimpered, letting herself straighten up. Lance laughed. He’d never heard “wow” after kissing someone. He’d heard “fuck me” and “where’s justin at” but never “wow”. It made him feel human. The vehicle stopped and Lance fished money from his wallet. He slid up and handed it to the man. Then he grabbed Theresa’s hand and tugged her gently from the car. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks and beach was like music to him -- music he’d lost so many years ago. If it was magic, then surely the magicians were the millions of twinkling stars that dotted the night sky. Lance stepped away from the cab as it sped away and let the exquisite moment wash over him. “Lance?” Silly as it was, Lance felt like crying. All the stress and worry floated out over that ocean and off into the moonlight as her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. He felt her chin digging comfortably against his back and reached down to touch her hands. The moon cast a silvery glow upon them, and he studied the silver rings that hugged each finger. Her nails were her own and painted coral -- and his mind pictured them running over his body. “Lance?” She called to him once more and he inhaled a shaky breath. He felt so alive and so wonderful. “Yeah?” “I’d really like to walk in the water. Do you mind?” Lance chuckled deeply and turned to face her. “No. Why would I?” The smile that met him was mischievous and coy. “Because I want you to come with me. I want to dance naked in the waves, Lance. I want this night to be etched inside me forever.” The green of his eyes darkened and his stomach lurched nervously. But something in the way she stared at him let him know he was safe -- that this was not a prelude to sex -- it was a prelude more to freedom and letting himself go. She understood, he thought, and watched as she kicked her shoes off. “I want to be the ocean,” Theresa giggled. “Does it sound stupid Lance? Does it sound like the most insane thing you’ve heard?” She yanked her dress over her head and tilted her head at him. Lance stood with his feet in the sand and his pulse throbbing. He was in awe of her level of comfort as she stripped the clothing from her body. He understood this was spiritual to her -- a release of negativity or something -- but the way the night waltzed over her tanned skin made him gasp. It made his body come to life and the blood in his veins burn with desire. Desire not only for her physically, but for her spiritually. “Are you coming?” she asked playfully as her fingers skimmed over her panties, tugging them down. In one quick hop she grabbed his hands in hers and lifted them to her lips. “No pressures, Lance. Its just me and you and the heavens tonight.” Her mouth brushed against his palms and Lance shivered under the feathery touch. “I’m amazed,” he admitted as his face buried in her long hair. “I’m in wonder about this entire thing. How you came to me and how you got here. How fate is working. How miserable I was and how open I feel.” He swallowed thickly and knew once he was naked -- once his clothing was shed -- she would see the real him, body and soul. And his body was ready. “Then come with me,” she urged, dropping his hands. She reached for the zipper on his shorts. “Come with me, my love. To the sea, the sea of love.” Theresa giggled as she sang to him. “Ah, Honeydrippers,” Lance nodded. His smile widened as her fingers fumbled with the button and he captured her hands in his. “You’ve got quite a sweet voice there.” Theresa shrugged. “Sang in church when I was little. My mom told me I had an angel’s voice and I should use it for good.” Lance pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the cool sand. His eyes never left hers as he stripped his pants off. The ocean wind whirled around and he tasted the salt of the sea. Standing in his sports briefs he realized he was weak -- his body was excited and he was suddenly self conscious. Theresa missed no beat with him, reading him down to the wire. “No fears, Lance,” she reminded him firmly. Her hands found his waist and rested there lightly to ease his reservations. “Just you and I.” Lance felt the waves of apprehension wash over him and away. His vision dimmed as he felt her hands slip under the waistband and slowly slide the cotton down. Cool air brushed his tender skin and he blushed as she stared down at him. His heart was pulsating so loudly he was certain she could hear it and he closed his eyes for one moment to compose himself -- remind himself why he was here and why he needed this chance to hear the ocean sing to him. “You’re beautiful,” Theresa whispered into his ear. “More beautiful than you know.” Her hand slipped into his and Lance forced his eyes to open once more. He’d never been called beautiful. Words were simply swimming around in his mind -- aching to come out in some poetic way. But they sat there and his lip twitched as he stood naked in front of this amazing woman. She took control of him. He was lost in feelings of lust and openness -- of wanting someone not only for her body but for her soul. It was new and he wobbled a bit from the enormity of it all. Theresa smiled up at him and winked. “Let’s swim, Lance. Let the water take us for a ride.” He nodded. “I think I’d like that.” The water was chilly, but not horribly so. Theresa dove in without hesitation while Lance inched in carefully. When she ducked under the water, Lance lost sight of her briefly and panicked. But then she emerged with her hair dripping down her back and droplets of ocean water beading on her smooth skin. Her breasts glistened in the moon’s light and Lance shook his head. “Stay right there,” he called out, throwing his caution to the wind. He dove under the water and popped up next to her. “Hi.” Theresa grinned at him. “Hi there, Mr. Bass. How are you tonight?” His muscular arms encircled her and he whimpered as her naked body pressed against his. “So much better. You can’t know.” LAST MENU NEXT |