| Peep by destiny He worked too hard, of that she was sure. Her fingers toyed with his hair, the trademark spikes now crushed flat against the pillow, his lashes jerking gently in rythem with his sleep. She stared down at him, loving him, wanting to protect him from himself, the world he'd created before meeting her, the dozens of projects he'd found it necessary to take on, loosing himself in work. His spirit had been crushed, thus forgoing the thing they called love. He'd preferred to work, to take on more and more until his every day was focused on either N Sync, Free Lance, his film company, or his various other ventures. Now that they were together, a couple, he realized he'd bitten off more than he needed anymore, exhausting him night after night. The soft glow of the moon crept in through the window of the hotel, and she sighed as he shifted in his sleep. So beautiful, so kind, so grown for a man of 21. No time to play, as most his age did, and he'd chosen it to be so. She hurt for him, for what she knew he should be. Climbing from the warmth of their bed, she went to the window, staring down at the snow covering most of the city, glistening and glowing in the moonlight. Even at this late hour, people still littered the street, still celebrating the New Year. She folded her arms over her body, and shivered from the small blast of cool air that filtered in through the glass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. There was something she could do, something risque, something he'd mentioned one drunken night before the tour had ended. It was so rare he allowed himself that minor enjoyment, drinking to have a good time. She smiled and touched her necklace as she recalled the late night, the smokey club, the various shots being downed by Lance, by her, by them all. A small celebration to finish up the tour. They'd gone back to the hotel that evening, had a night of wild and passionate sex, dirty talk, different positions, and finally, the almost embarassed admission from him. She wondered, now, in the darkness of the hotel room, if he remembered telling her. It was not an unusual fantasy, nor was it unacheivable. He was so damned straight laced, lately, not letting himself go for anything. Always worried and concerned with his business partners and such, he had little time to enjoy things he liked. The New Years Eve party he'd hosted had been more work than not, and she'd barely seen him at all. When they finally closed the party down, it was late, and he'd crashed into bed, not a kiss, not a hug, not a cuddle to be found. Not faulting him, after all, he worked so hard, she decided that a little fantasy fun would be a repreive from their dulldrom. Creeping back into bed, she curled her body around his, letting her arm snake around his waist, toying with the soft hair that trailed from his belly button down below his boxers. Yes, they were due to stay in NYC for another evening, and she was determined to make it a night he'd always remember. Burying her head in his back, she closed her eyes, letting sleep take her. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he cooed, his soft lips brushing against her cheek. "It's breakfast time." She opened her eyes, blinking back the burning sensation better known as not enough sleep. Lance stared over at her, his face bright. She hated his ability to get up after a few hours sleep, chipper and cheerful. He touched her nose with the tip of his finger, smiling broadly. She groaned, tossing the pillow over her head. He snatched it, climbing ontop of her playfully. "Someone's grumpy today," he grinned, running his fingers through the cropped layers of her coppery red hair. "I'm not grumpy, Lance. I'm tired. It's called we closed the club last night, oh, excuse me, this morning, and I'm wiped out." She turned her head to the side, sighing heavily, nearly forgetting the previous night's plan. Forcing a smile, she looked back up at him, his green eyes twinkled happily, not a trace of sleep in them, his disheveled appearance creating a most innocent look. Not being able to resist him, she leaned up for a kiss, her lips meeting his, the weight of his body crushing her down deeper in the bed. His hardness pressed against her thigh, and it took all her willpower to ignore it, not give into the deisre she felt inside. If her plan was to work, she wanted him primed and ready. Bracing her hands flat against his chest, she pushed him up a bit. "Now I know why you woke me up, and unless that's what your calling breakfast..." Lance grinned sheepisly and rolled off her, staring up at the ceiling, a rosy blush creeping over his ears. "No, that's not it," he denied, half heartedly. Truth be told, the erection between his legs had been bugging him for a while now, and he was more than a bit disappointed when she pushed him back. Sighing heavily, he chewed his bottem lip, and reached for the remote, anxious to see if anyone had any coverage of his party. He'd called the front desk and made arraingements for the morning papers to be brought up. He had a million things to wrap up today, but now the damn feeling between his legs would hound him. Never one to push the subject, he resigned himself to taking care of it quietly in the shower later. She heard the television switch on, and had a flash of guilt, knowing he was horny, but she didn't want to spoil the surprise. It would be all the more sweet if he saved it all up, all his desire and want, for his fantasy come true. She stretched and climbed from the bed, planting a kiss on his head as she headed for the shower. "You be a good boy while I'm gone," she laughed, her heart melting as he plucked his glasses from the nightstand and put them on. He knew damn well how good he looked in them, sending a blaze of heat through her body. "Ooh, you're gonna get it for that," she growled, wagging her finger at him. "Come get it," he grinned, lifting the sheet up, and peering down. "It's waiting." She shook her head. "No, and I mean no. You're a tricky one, Lance Bass. But I'm trickier. Trust me." With that, she shut the bathroom door, leaving him to wonder. Within minutes, she was forgotten in his haste to get to work. The morning papers arrived, as expected, and he scoured them carefully for any publicity on his party. His laptop was soon set up in his lap, while he cradled his cell phone in his shoulder, chatting a mile a minute to various partners, and contacts. When she popped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her tightly, he didn't even look up. She frowned, more like a pout, and dropped the towel, testing him. Clearing her throat, she stood before him, completely naked. Lance glanced up, smiled, then returned to his phone call. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and got dressed. The boy was pathetic. "Lance?" He held up a finger, putting her on hold. Her hands rested on her hips as she tapped her foot, her Irish temper getting the better of her. "Lance!" He finished his call and looked at her, typing furiously on his keyboard. "What babe?" "Are you planning on spending any time with me today?" Her eyes narrowed, and while she had much to do to plan for his night of fantasy, she still searched for that little bit of desire he might have to be with her. She had seen him only a handful of times the previous night, and drown her sorrows in glass after glass of champagne. Lance eyed her, guilt creeping up on him. Here he had a most beautiful and caring woman, looking out for him, his happiness and well being, and he couldn't tear himself away for even a day. Kneeling on the bed, he crept toward her, grabbing her belt buckle and pulling her to him. He tossed his glasses to the bed and buried his face in her chest, hugging her tightly. "Tell you what. I'll clear my schedule and spend tonight with you. Whatever you want to do, okay?" He was trying, truly, since he had a ton of stuff to do. She smiled, stroking his hair. "Okay, I'll take it," she sighed, tugging her fingers under his chin and lifting his face to meet hers. "But no broken promises." She was well aware his vows didn't always pan out, very used to the pain and hurt it caused. Lance nodded, kissing her. "Promise will not be broken." He gazed up at her with puppy dog eyes, and a broad grin. "All right then," she said, ruffling his hair again. "I'll see you at seven." With that she left the suite, heading down and out the lobby, pulling sunglasses over her eyes, and hailing a cab. She only hoped that he would enjoy this, and not be angry. Hours later, proud of her accomplishments, she cruised through Macy's, treating herself to some goodies, some sexy undergarments, new pajamas, some candles, and a pair of silk boxers for Lance. Glancing at her watch, she gasped. It was heading for six, and she still had to get him out of the room. Catching a cab back to the hotel, she could not wipe the grin from her face. Paying the cabbie, she hurried into the lobby and up to the suite, letting herself in. She frowned as she heard more than one voice floating out into the living room area. "Lance?" she called out, hearing his deep voice discussing the spring plans. "In here," he called out. She pressed her lips together, moving into the small office area Lance had taken over. Papers and contracts were strewn everywhere, and she shook her head. "It's almost seven," she pouted, not bothering to agnowledge his partner. "Oh, shit. Already?" He crossed the tiny room to kiss her cheek. She sighed, taking in how good looking he was, changed now from boxers to a pair of jeans and a black sweater. Damn him and his careless good looks. "Look," he said, turning to his partner. "I gotta run. Can you handle the meeting tonight?" She shrugged, gathering her briefcase. "It would be better if you were there, but it seems you're otherwise engaged. I'll call if I run into problems." Her voice was curt, and she stopped to send Lance's girlfriend a nasty look. "Have a nice evening." Lance was oblivious to the heat exchanged between the two women. "Okay, I'll have my cell on. Give them my apologies." He walked his partner to the door, letting her out. Returning to the office, he grinned, swiping all the items off the small table doubling as his desk. "Come here, baby," he smiled, laying on the top. She couldn't help but grin. "No, we gotta eat," she explained, wanting to keep everything on schedule. She took his hands, pulling him to his feet, ignoring the small groan that escaped his lips. "We'll hurry." Lance tilted his head at her. "Fine, we'll eat, but no Italian. It makes you fall asleep, and I need you up!" He kissed the crook of her neck, running his hands down over her ass. Dinner was down in the hotel's resturaunt, quiet and romantic, soft candlelight and hand holding. She glanced at the front desk as the two women approached. "Lance, we gotta go," she said, jumping up. He was puzzled. "I'm not done eating," he complained. "Come on, now." She waved the waiter over, and signed the bill. Lance shoved the last bite of chicken into his mouth as she dragged him back to the suite. "What are you doing?" Lance gasped, swallowing the bite in his mouth. "Slow down, I'm getting a cramp." She laughed, darting into the room, tugging him in behind her. "In here," she whispered, pushing him into the closet. His heart raced. He hated surprises, they always gave him a bad feeling. "Would you please tell me..." "Shh," she silenced him with a deep kiss, running her hands under his sweater, feeling the smoothness of his chest under her fingertips. Lance melted into her, forgetting why they were in the closet anyway, and who the hell cared anymore. She heard the door click and turned around. "Watch," she whispered, leaning back into him. He strained to see out the slats of the closet, the heat inside swirling around them like an aphrodisiac. His head swam, and not just from the two glasses of wine he'd consumed with dinner. He'd been horny since the morning, and business hadn't given him time or energy to take care of it himself. The ache between his legs began to throb and he kissed her neck, not caring what the hell was going on. "Lance," she mumured. "Please watch." Lance wrapped his arms around her, slipping under her shirt, grazing up between her breasts. He glanced out to the bed area and his green eyes widened with shock as two scantily dressed women dropped on the matress, kissing and caressing one another. "What the fuck?" "It's your fantasy. To watch two girls." She reached around and rubbed him between his legs, grinning as she felt his excitement. "It's all for you." Sinking to her knees, she began to pleasure him with her mouth, catching glimpses of his face, dropped in disbelief. His hips bucked slightly, and his heart thudded wildly inside his chest as her mouth worked on him with expertise. He'd never imagined that she would take him seriously, hell, he just barely remembered telling her about it. Now it was real, someone cared enough to listen to what he wanted, what he neeeded, and made it come true. Whatever she was doing with her tounge drove him insane, and his eyes rolled back as he felt the release grow near. Burying his fingers in her hair, he grabbed her head tightly, mashing his teeth together in ecstacy, staring out at the wild scene in front of him. "Fuck," he gasped as he let go, his knees shaking. He leaned back against the closet, spent and sweaty. She rose up, kissing him softly. "You like?" "Oh my God," he muttered, unsure if this was real, if time was continuing. He closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing down a bit. She watched as the girls dressed, taking the envelope on the nightstand as agreed. When the hotel suite's door snapped shut, she lead Lance out, pushing him back on the bed. He gazed up at her inbetween breaths. "I think I love you," he chuckled, resting his hands behind his head, exhausted, but still turned on. "Ah, that's all I had to do to get you to love me? Shit, I could have done that months ago." She peeled her clothes off, climbing ontop of him, devouring his mouth with hers, pulling at his hair with sheer desire and want. He ran his hands over her, ready to please her now. "You're sexy," he whispered in her ear, nibbling at her lobe. "Shut up and fuck me," she grinned, pulling the sheet over them. She was pleased it had worked, if only for the night, he was relaxed, work put aside, and intimacy risen to a new level. Oh, she planned to make it worth his while more often. Way more often. |