Snap Shots Series: In Focus


As their kiss deepened Lance began to hatch his plan on how to proceed with the rest of the evening. He kept enough of his attention on meeting every move she made against his lips while the other half of him tried to maneuver his body into a more comfortable position over her. When he'd been massaging her shoulders he'd been sitting next to her and when she'd rolled over he'd twisted a little to hug her, leaving him in a strange position. He was already sort of on the top of her so he moved his legs over so that he was basically laying on his stomach next to her with his chest against hers. He slowly slid a leg over hers then began to push with his knee on her leg so that he could rest his leg between hers. He bent his knee once he was between her legs and he heard her let out a breath as his leg parted her legs and lifted up to rub against the crotch of her underwear.

He stopped what he was doing at the sound. "You OK?" he asked retreating a bit so that his full weight wasn't on her.

Her breaths were labored as she nodded up at him. She licked her lips and moved her arms more securely around him.

"You sure?" he asked. "I'm not squishing you am I?"

She nodded that she was ok then reinforced the feeling by pulling him down to kiss her again. "Did I tell you that I like these pajama bottoms?" She leaned and looked at them over his shoulder. "I'm just surprised they aren't Dr. Sues."

"I have a pair of those," he said with a laugh and kissed her. "And a pair of Tasmanian Devil ones too."

Willa moved her legs a little settling into a more comfortable position underneath him then moved her legs again and smiled, "Flannel, just like my sheets at home."

"You don't get hot in those?" he asked. Just the thought of flannel made him sweat. The only reason he'd put on the pants that he had on was because they'd been the clean ones of his set of sleeping clothes.

"No," she said, "Why? You do?"

He nodded, "Flannel sucks unless you're in the middle of winter. I like to sleep cold. Flannel is too hot." He was already hot just having her body against him. He would have just worn boxers to bed, but he didn't know what the plan was so he didn't want to chance offending her.

"You're wearing it now though," she said.

"I know, I know, and I'm regretting it already," he said moving his away from her a little as the heat began to make his leg uncomfortable.

"Well take them off then," she said softly.

Lance tried to swallow, but he found that he couldn't. She was killing him with her boldness. He'd never dated anyone who really spoke their mind like she did. For a few moments that night she'd been a bit shy, but once they'd had their drinks she'd said whatever seemed to come to her mind.

"God Willa you kill me," she said and leaned his forehead against hers.

"What?" she asked, "You're hot, take them off."

"Are you still drunk?"

"No," she said, "Just a little buzzed, why?"

Lance stared at her for a moment. She had no clue what her comment was doing to him. "Are you kidding me?"

"No," she said.

"Whatever I did to deserve you, please let me keep doing it," he said with a laugh.

Willa moved her hands to push against his chest. "Come on, get up and get them off. I'm getting hot too."

"Whatever," he said and pulled away from her. He pulled the pants off and slid back into bed completely naked. The sheets were cooler than he thought and for a moment, before the heat of her body began to warm him up he felt goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been naked like that in bed, but Willa seemed to take control, moving so that she was laying on top of him.

His breath caught in his throat as her bare legs met his and he could feel the silkiness of her underwear against him. He gave her a what-are-you-doing look, but she didn't notice, or at least it didn't cause her to pause her actions.

His arms slid around her, resting at the small of her back, his fingers playing with the edge of her underwear covering her bottom. He let out a satisfied groan as he lifted his hips up a little. He'd only meant to move into a more comfortable position, but the material of the tiny scrap of clothing that she wore was causing the crazy sexual thoughts he'd been imagining about her at the party to return.

As she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him he closed his eyes and willed himself not to move against her.

"Well one of us has to get this started or we're gonna be here all night TALKING," she said.

"I'll shut up," he said and took a breath as she moved her hips against his, "I promise."

"Go-od," she said pressing her hips against him tightly for a moment. He knew that it was evident her effect on him and although it was a little embarrassing to be that "excited," he knew that she liked it, or at least he figured that she did because she didn't move away from him at all when he matched the rhythm that she set for them.

Soon they were kissing again, then even sooner than he expected her underwear joined his pajama bottoms on the floor.

The Christmas tree lights on her skin made her glow and as they moved through the motions of their love making he marveled at how good they were together. He'd imagined it before, on many occasions, but even she was going past his wildest dreams.

It was perfect, too perfect, and when they finally collapsed on each other, completely sated they both laughed.

"I can't believe that we didn't do this sooner," he said with a smile.

"As I remember honey, you were ready to do this at the video shoot. I know that wasn't a pencil in your pocket back then."

Lance tucked her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "You're hot, what can I say?"

"I know what I say," she said lifting her head to look at him.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Shower," she said softly, leaning to kiss his neck, "You and me and a whole lotta hot water."

"Hmm," he said. He took a breath and ran his hand through his hair with his free hand then squeezed her closer to him for a moment. "Sounds good to me."


Beep. Beep. Beep.

Lance could hear the alarm through his sleep, but he wasn't at all in a rush to turn it off. Somehow, even in a half asleep daze, he knew that it was a day off and that he didn't need to get up right away. With his eyes still closed, the rest of his body started to wake up. He felt warmer than normal, but only on part of his body. He usually slept on his stomach, but he knew that he was on his back and his arm was half asleep. When he went to reach for the alarm he found that his arm was caught on something.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He heard a groan next to him and opened his eyes to find Willa holding her head up staring at the alarm. His arm was free now and he stretched it a little trying to get the circulation done. She rose from where she must have been resting her head on his chest and turned the alarm off by reaching across him to reach it. Her bare chest slid across his and although he was dead tired, one part of his anatomy was definitely wide awake due to her move.

"What time is it Fred?" he asked as he tried to concentrate on something else. He stared at the ceiling and tried to keep his gaze off of her.

"Don't call me that!" she pouted.

"Why not?"

"I don't like it," she said.

"Honey it's not a bad thing. Its like a pet name for you," he ran his hand along her bare back then tucked the sheet around her. "I think you'd object to Babe."

"I don't like it," she said with a pout.

He pouted back. "What time is it?"

"About three thirty," she said.

He let out a groan. He'd known that he'd slept hard that night, well the hour that they'd been in bed after their lengthy shower. "AM or PM?" he asked closing his eyes again.

"AM," she said softly then changed her tone to one of sarcasm, "Lynn better be a good cook."

He opened his eyes and found her looking down at him. "Ah, poor baby. Needs more beauty sleep?" He reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"It's too early," she said and rested her chin against his chest.

"Morning honey."

With a smile he reached up and pulled her down to him for a kiss. His hand met wet hair and for a moment he was confused then he remembered the shower that they'd shared before they'd fallen asleep earlier. It had been quite the little experience taking a shower with her. He'd never gotten to the point of taking showers with his former girlfriends. Other girls had been intimate with him, but somehow they'd never been that open and easy enough with each other to do that.

"Morning," she said.

He watched her smile at him softly. Her eyes crinkled at the edges.

"We should get up."

"I know."

"We don't have to dress up or anything," he said.


"You have pajama bottoms you can wear over there?" he asked.

"I have sweats."

"Well grab them up and put on some running shoes and we'll head over to Lynn's."

"OK," she said. She hopped up and walked naked over to her suitcase.

"God Willa, you're killing me," he said softly.

"Huh?" she asked as she leaned down to get her clothes. She pushed her hair over her shoulder then pulled out underwear and clothes to wear to breakfast.

"Nothing," he said and slid out of bed and went to the closet so that he could get dressed himself.

"Ugh!" He heard a moment later.

"What?" He asked turning back to her.

"I look like hell," she said. She had caught her reflection in the mirror and was staring at herself.

"It's three thirty in the morning," he pulled on his underwear and the nylon running pants he'd grabbed out and went over to her side. "No one is going to take your picture Fred. Throw your hair up and we'll head over. I'm starving."

Willa leaned and kissed him. "Ok."


Twenty minutes Lance pulled Willa up close to him at Justin and Lynn's door. When they'd gotten out of the car she'd been hesitant, asking about her outfit as a way of stalling. They both had on nylon running suits, Lance's was purple and hers was black. He reached and knocked and looked around for a moment trying to see if he could tell if everyone had gotten there yet or not. He didn't see any extra cars, other than his own SUV.

"Finally, the missing duo," Lynn Harless said as she opened the door. She smiled at them both then held the door open as they entered. "Happy New Year kiddies."

"Happy New Year," they replied in unison. Lance had Willa's hand and could tell from her grip on his hand that she was nervous.

"Everyone's already here?" Lance asked hugging his second mother. He'd always loved coming to Lynn and Justin's house, other than being back home in Mississippi, this was the closest thing to really being home.

"Yeah, down in the basement watching movies." Her southern accent was fairly thick that morning which could only mean one thing, that she and Justin had been visited by his little half brothers, Stephen and Jonathan. The two little boys from Tennessee always seemed to bring their accents with them when they came to visit.

Lance looked at Willa and noticed how nervous she was. She pulled her hair down from the rubberband she had it in and ran her hands through her hair then put it back up in a ponytail. "Oh, sorry," Lance said, "Lynn Harless, this is Willa Marviani." "Its nice to meet you," Lynn said and hugged Willa. "Come on in, we'll get you guys breakfast and you can go watch movies with everyone, although they're probably already falling asleep. I haven't heard Chris or Joey laughing in a while."

Lance and Willa followed Lynn into the kitchen and Willa slid into a chair when Lance pulled one out for her at the breakfast bar as Lynn slid around into the kitchen.

"What can I get ya?" she asked.

"What's on the menu?" Lance asked with a laugh.

Lynn smiled at him. He knew that she would make anything he wanted. He was on her good side and he knew that she liked to baby him when his own mom wasn't around. "Anything sweetie, you know that."

"Got any French Toast?"

"But of course," she said, "Would you like some too Willa?"

"Sure," Willa said with a shrug, "I don't want you to go out of your way to get us fed."

"No worries," Lynn said, "I've already helped make omelets, hot cereal, cold cereal, orange juice, grape juice. I'm my own little catering service."

Lance let out a laugh thinking of the eight others, plus the two boys running around in the kitchen with Lynn as the ring master of her own little circus.

Lynn went about making the French Toast and Lance slid into a chair next to Willa.

"Honey did you have fun with your mom and dad at home?"

"Yeah," he said, "I got to see Darren and Kerri and my sister and Ford and I hung out for a while too."

"That's good," Lynn said dunking the bread into the egg and milk mixture. She glanced at Willa. "What about you hon?"

"Oh I flew from New York to my parents house in Seattle for the week. I hadn't been home in a while. It was pretty good, although my parents still think of me as their little baby."

"Oh Willa, parents always think of their kids as babies. I mean Justin is almost twenty and is about a foot and a half taller than me, but he's still my little baby."

Lance let out a laugh at that comment.

"You be careful James Bass. Your mother says the same thing about you."

"Yeah, but at least she doesn't say it to my friends," he said.

"Well I'll remind her to do that next time."

Lynn began to cook the pieces of bread and Lance watched closely.

"So how was your night?"

"Other than a run in with a few people we didn't want to see, it was great."

Willa let out a groan and looked at Lance. "I still can't understand what they were doing there together."

"They?" Lynn asked.

"My best friend, excuse me, my former best friend and my ex-boyfriend showed up at Planet Hollywood tonight. I just don't understand how they got there together. I know that Amy knows how much I hate Brennan."

"Brennan? That model guy?" Lynn asked, "I'm glad you picked Lance. I don't like that guy. He's too pretty."

Willa nodded.

Lance smiled, "I must be better looking than I thought if even you know that I'm better than that guy."

Lynn laughed. "I'm biased."

"Me too," Willa said and leaned over and kissed Lance's cheek.

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