Sequel: Two Lives As One ›
Status: Check out Two Lives As One! Picks up at Christmas time after the events in this story :)
One Life To Live
Glimpses
Lance was sitting on a chair in my tiny, intimately spaced kitchen with his arm slung across the top of another. He grinned while he watched me dump potatoes into a beef stew I was methodically making. I shook my head, a blush creeping across my cheeks.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?” I asked, a smile in my voice.
“Definitely.” He replied in his deep, husky voice.
I had promised him earlier in the week that since he took me to that nice Italian restaurant last time, I was going to cook for him today. He seemed very intrigued, and had agreed right away.
His eyes followed every movement of mine – from me cutting beef strips into fourths and searing them on a pan, or pouring the beef stock into the soup. I was very self-conscious, and I would make a very good bet that he was doing this on purpose. I whipped my head around and smacked the ladle I was about to stir with continuously in my hand.
“Would you like to make this?” I demanded in a playful tone. “Am I not doing something right?”
An amused chuckle slipped from his mouth, he stood up and lazily walked over toward me. I sighed, and gave him a knowing look as he approached me, “I feel like I’m being inspected.” I murmured as he came up behind me. He slid his hand around my waist, and whispered in my ear, “I approve.”
His breath on my neck, I felt his mouth gently suck on my throat. I leaned my head back slightly soaking up the ecstasy of his kisses. His hands dragged up my body, and I finally turned around facing him. His eyes held a subtle note of desire in them, and he took my face in his hands kissing me deeply. My hands placed on his well-defined chest, I kissed him back. His sensual lips were all I could think of. The way they curved around mine, the forcefulness and sweet smack of them against my own. A minute or so later, I couldn’t keep my fingers from delving deep into his silky smooth hair. I wasn’t able to stop – the addictive quality of his touch kept me reeling back for more.
Deep in the recesses of my mind, I heard something boiling rapidly. Catching myself, I broke away from him and flipped my attention around to my soup that was about to boil over. “Shoot.” I muttered, lifting the pot up to let it settle back down, and turning the dial down five pegs. I placed a hand on my chest, my eyes widening slightly.
“What are you trying to do? Destroy my soup?” I grinned at him.
He laughed. “I can’t keep my hands off you, babe.”
I blushed feverishly, and collected the waiting beef tips on my cutting board to let them drop into my concoction of stock, and vegetables.
I felt his hands on my hips when he said, “Did I ever tell you I love it when you blush?”
And of course that comment made me blush more. “Did I ever tell you it’s a highly embarrassing thing not to be able to control it?” I responded softly.
Just as his mouth was in contact with my cheek, Bethany Lynn burst into the dorm room.
“Melly! Darlin’ where in world-” She began in her bumpkin southern voice as she rounded the corner of the kitchen. Her voice was cut short when she stared at Lance and me in the kitchen.
“Oh goodness, my apologies.” She added, her eyes widening. “How silly am I. So this must be the famous Lance?” She smiled, recollecting herself.
“Yes ma’am,” Lance replied, smiling. He walked forward meeting her through the walkway. He took her hand, and kissed the front of it. “And you must be Melanie’s best friend Bethany Lynn.”
“Oh my,” she said, her face lighting up as he kissed her hand, “well, yes I am." She gave me an approving smile on the side of his face. "I've heard a lot about you, Lance."
"Mmm, really." Lance flashed me a smile.
"Oh yes," Bethany really laid it on thick, "all good, though so you needn't worry." She winked at me, and then continued, "Well you know what? Freddie mentioned wanting me to come over to his dorm and watch a movie..."
"Oh, Bethany we have plenty of soup if you want some-" I started, feeling guilty.
She waved dismissively at me, "Oh Melly I just ate. I am perfectly fine. Plus, Freddie and the guys are over. I won't be alone." She all but giggled. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Well if you think-"
"I'm thinkin' I'll be better than all right. It was nice to meet you, Lance." She commented, smiling from ear to ear.
"Nice to meet you as well," he answered back smoothly.
She nodded at him, and I spoke up, "I'll see you later, then Bethany."
"Of course, Melly. You two have a good night." She smiled as she closed the door and she walked out.
Once out the door, Lance turned his attention back to me, grinning. “So…where were we?”
I laughed and shook my head. “That’ll have to be for later, mister. I have soup to make.”
He frowned momentarily, but then his face twisted into a mischevious smile. “You said later…”
“I did.” I confirmed, smiling.
“That’s fine with me, then,” he splayed his legs out as he resumed his seat on the chair.
I couldn't help but feeling incredibly content and happy.
Maybe...things were getting better.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?” I asked, a smile in my voice.
“Definitely.” He replied in his deep, husky voice.
I had promised him earlier in the week that since he took me to that nice Italian restaurant last time, I was going to cook for him today. He seemed very intrigued, and had agreed right away.
His eyes followed every movement of mine – from me cutting beef strips into fourths and searing them on a pan, or pouring the beef stock into the soup. I was very self-conscious, and I would make a very good bet that he was doing this on purpose. I whipped my head around and smacked the ladle I was about to stir with continuously in my hand.
“Would you like to make this?” I demanded in a playful tone. “Am I not doing something right?”
An amused chuckle slipped from his mouth, he stood up and lazily walked over toward me. I sighed, and gave him a knowing look as he approached me, “I feel like I’m being inspected.” I murmured as he came up behind me. He slid his hand around my waist, and whispered in my ear, “I approve.”
His breath on my neck, I felt his mouth gently suck on my throat. I leaned my head back slightly soaking up the ecstasy of his kisses. His hands dragged up my body, and I finally turned around facing him. His eyes held a subtle note of desire in them, and he took my face in his hands kissing me deeply. My hands placed on his well-defined chest, I kissed him back. His sensual lips were all I could think of. The way they curved around mine, the forcefulness and sweet smack of them against my own. A minute or so later, I couldn’t keep my fingers from delving deep into his silky smooth hair. I wasn’t able to stop – the addictive quality of his touch kept me reeling back for more.
Deep in the recesses of my mind, I heard something boiling rapidly. Catching myself, I broke away from him and flipped my attention around to my soup that was about to boil over. “Shoot.” I muttered, lifting the pot up to let it settle back down, and turning the dial down five pegs. I placed a hand on my chest, my eyes widening slightly.
“What are you trying to do? Destroy my soup?” I grinned at him.
He laughed. “I can’t keep my hands off you, babe.”
I blushed feverishly, and collected the waiting beef tips on my cutting board to let them drop into my concoction of stock, and vegetables.
I felt his hands on my hips when he said, “Did I ever tell you I love it when you blush?”
And of course that comment made me blush more. “Did I ever tell you it’s a highly embarrassing thing not to be able to control it?” I responded softly.
Just as his mouth was in contact with my cheek, Bethany Lynn burst into the dorm room.
“Melly! Darlin’ where in world-” She began in her bumpkin southern voice as she rounded the corner of the kitchen. Her voice was cut short when she stared at Lance and me in the kitchen.
“Oh goodness, my apologies.” She added, her eyes widening. “How silly am I. So this must be the famous Lance?” She smiled, recollecting herself.
“Yes ma’am,” Lance replied, smiling. He walked forward meeting her through the walkway. He took her hand, and kissed the front of it. “And you must be Melanie’s best friend Bethany Lynn.”
“Oh my,” she said, her face lighting up as he kissed her hand, “well, yes I am." She gave me an approving smile on the side of his face. "I've heard a lot about you, Lance."
"Mmm, really." Lance flashed me a smile.
"Oh yes," Bethany really laid it on thick, "all good, though so you needn't worry." She winked at me, and then continued, "Well you know what? Freddie mentioned wanting me to come over to his dorm and watch a movie..."
"Oh, Bethany we have plenty of soup if you want some-" I started, feeling guilty.
She waved dismissively at me, "Oh Melly I just ate. I am perfectly fine. Plus, Freddie and the guys are over. I won't be alone." She all but giggled. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Well if you think-"
"I'm thinkin' I'll be better than all right. It was nice to meet you, Lance." She commented, smiling from ear to ear.
"Nice to meet you as well," he answered back smoothly.
She nodded at him, and I spoke up, "I'll see you later, then Bethany."
"Of course, Melly. You two have a good night." She smiled as she closed the door and she walked out.
Once out the door, Lance turned his attention back to me, grinning. “So…where were we?”
I laughed and shook my head. “That’ll have to be for later, mister. I have soup to make.”
He frowned momentarily, but then his face twisted into a mischevious smile. “You said later…”
“I did.” I confirmed, smiling.
“That’s fine with me, then,” he splayed his legs out as he resumed his seat on the chair.
I couldn't help but feeling incredibly content and happy.
Maybe...things were getting better.
♠ ♠ ♠
:)Mel is definitely getting deep feelings for this guy...
*sigh* Expect the next chapter to be in Lance's P.O.V.
It may be a while!! :( I'm sorry! I'll try to update it by next weekend for sure...
xoxoxo,
Lauren