Snap Shots Series: Picture Perfect


Lance's eyes began to dry out as he stared at the phone in his hands. He needed a drink or something. The tension was getting to him. He'd felt it coming on since he'd gotten up that morning. He'd woken up with a headache. He'd been temperamental at the radio interview that they'd done that morning. When they asked him about Willa he'd left the room and the bad mood had lasted when he'd gotten on the airplane. He'd been uncomfortable the whole time. He couldn't get into his seat just the right way and hadn't been able to sleep. This antsy nature was a sure sign that he needed a break. Not just a few days, but maybe a few weeks.

He shifted the small device from hand to hand, but never let his eyes wander from staring straight ahead. He would have called someone to talk to them, like he'd said to everyone at the table, but really there was no one that he could call that would understand.

Hell, he didn't even understand what was going on half the time. Even when he thought he might have a clue about what was going on Willa would change on him. Like that day, she'd been quiet, really quiet. He wished that there wasn't that tension between them. It was standing in the way of everything, but he couldn't help himself. Every time he got near her he found himself wanting to push her buttons, get her to react to him the only way she'd ever seen her react.


His eyes stayed trained on his phone as he heard his voice. He knew he should look up, but the calm of the moment was addicting. It was rare during the day that he just got to sit by himself. Sure it happened. Every once in a while on the bus, but usually there was at least one other person or more with him at all times of the day. Even when he was home he had more than a few people over at the house or he went to visit them. He didn't want to end it too soon. It was the first time he'd been alone in a week. He felt so bad at the moment that he almost thought about faking sick and staying home the next day, but he knew that the Make A Wish people would be upset and the little girl would hate him forever if he bailed out now.

"Yeah?" he said lazily. He recognized that it was Willa and didn't see the harm in not looking up right away.


His eyes flew up to the sound of her voice and he squeezed his eyes shut after he recognized the figure standing above him as Willa. This wasn't going to be good.

"What?" he asked in a harsh tone. It was the same tone he'd used with the guys that morning when they'd wanted to know why he'd left the interview. He hadn't meant to snap at her really, but it was better than him bursting into tears or something crazy like that. He hadn't cried since he and Danielle had split ways and he wasn't about to start again.

He heard her sigh heavily and he opened his eyes. The look on her face said it all, before the words came out of her mouth. "You really are an asshole."

He didn't even flinch at the sound of the insult. He was too amazed by the look in her eyes. That sparkle was back in her eyes again. He loved it, but at the same time he didn't know how he could handle her being pissed at him all the time. At first it had all been a game, but now he wasn't sure that he wanted to play it anymore. There had to be a better way.

Hearing her words he pushed himself off the ground and scrambled after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him before she could go around the corner again. He knew he shouldn't grab her again since he knew how much she'd taken offense to his hand on her in the hotel in New York.

This time she must have expected him to grab for her because she swung around and twisted out of his grip before he could really hold her back. "Leave me alone."

"Willa wait." He grabbed again and pulled. She came around and almost smacked him again.

"Damn it!" Lance yelled.

Willa did the one thing that he never thought she'd ever do. She came full force against him and pushed him up against the wall. His shoulder blades hit the wall with a thud and he looked around for a moment to see if anyone was watching them. It was a force of habit to look around, but thank God no one was there. His breath almost got knocked out with the force of her push, but he'd taken a big breath when her body had pressed against his and he luckily still could breathe.

"Kiss me." She looked into his eyes with a completely honest and innocent look on her face. It was the first time he'd seen that from her. She looked vulnerable, which was surprising. She hadn't even looked that way when she'd come to him in the middle of the night. He hadn't thought she could even have that emotion.

"Kiss you?" he asked. His voice caught in his throat as he felt her hands squeezing their way around him. They came around his waist and slid up his back, resting near his shoulders to pull him closer.

Willa nodded her head a little, never taking her eyes from his. She licked her lips and looked at his mouth for a moment. He didn't even think she blinked. He knew that he hadn't. He had been too caught up in it all.

"There is a man with a camera that is taking our picture right now. Kiss me or you're going to have to explain this little fight to the press."

Lance leaned his head back against the wall and let his eyes wander a little. He didn't see anyone with a camera. They were alone in the alcove, but he wasn't about to back down from a situation like this. She felt too good in his arms not to kiss her. He cautiously tasted her lips, capturing her bottom lip in his, then pulled back and looked into her eyes.

That sparkle was back, but this time he knew that it wasn't at all from her anger so he leaned again and kissed her again. She had made the excuse to kiss him and he was going to take advantage of her poor planning.

His hands slid from around her waist up between them and cupped her face firmly holding her against his lips. He felt her arms around him, pulling him closer and he kept up the kiss until he thought he'd pass out from lack of oxygen.

Pulling back he watched her for a moment then gave her a short kiss. "Anytime you want to kiss me you don't have to make up excuses," he said and kissed her again.

"Excuses?" Willa pushed away from him. She stepped back and stared at him, breathing hard, as if she'd lost control a little herself and was now trying to regain her composure.

"Yeah excuses," he said with a smile. He didn't mean to ruin the moment, but he wanted her to know that she'd been caught lying. He looked around again to make sure that he was still there alone with her. "There wasn't anyone there."

"What?" she asked. She looked around and pointed to the corner that led to the main dining room. "He was right there." She looked back at Lance.

"Where?" he asked.

Willa looked around again. "I saw him.

"I think you're getting a little paranoid. There wasn't anyone watching us," Lance said and reached out to her. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again.

For the first few moments of the kiss she answered the kiss back just as feverishly as he gave it to her, then all of a sudden he could feel her resisting him and when she placed her hands on his chest and pushed back he let her get away.

"What was that?" she asked.

Lance smiled, "You said to kiss you."

"That wasn't a kiss. You were mauling me like a bear."

"You weren't complaining."

She stepped back even more when he reached out his hand. "I couldn't breath thanks to you."

"You didn't seem to mind at the time."

"Well I mind now!" Willa turned and walked away from Lance. He took a breath and followed her back to the table.

When they got to the table Wes handed Willa a bag that had the restaurant logo on it.

"I got them to go," Wes said.

"Why?" Lance asked.

"We need to get you guys home."

"Why?" He repeated his question and looked around. Normally they were rushed away from places if there was a crowd that security couldn't handle.

"Because there was a reporter here looking for the two of you."

"See I told you," Willa said throwing him a glare.

Lance felt like sticking out his tongue at her.

"Come on we have to get you guys home."

"Home?" Willa asked and looked at Lance.

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