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Date Posted: 15:58:38 06/06/03 Fri
Author: Sarah
Subject: ~*REPOST*~ Close Encounters: Lance

In case anyone hasn't read it already....but I know everyone has so, in case you wanted to read it again....LOL!

********

Dark rain clouds covered the August sky. It was the middle of the day, but by the looks of it, you would have sworn it was near dusk. Catherine was on the way to visit her grandmother in Batesville, Mississippi when her car killed.

She was scared and alone in the middle of nowhere. She didn't bring a phone and it was about three miles to the nearest city. She put the emergency flashes on and thought about what she should do to solve her situation.

She was sitting in her car for about fifteen minutes, when a black SUV spend by.

'Of course they aren't going to stop,' she thought to herself, but just then she saw the brake lights come on in the distance.

Before she knew it, the car was right in front of hers and a tall blond headed guy had gotten out. She noticed that he looked about her age. He was a well-built, strong guy. She couldn’t make out his face until he was right next to her window because it was still storming, and she couldn't use the wipers since the motor wouldn’t start. He looked vaguely familiar. Quickly her brain registered who he was and the shock set in.

‘Oh my God!!…. That’s Lance Bass from *NSYNC!’ she was excited and nervous as she rolled down the window.

“Hey, it looks like you could use some help.” He smiled.

He wasn’t the type to just stop and help anybody, but something told him that this would be different. He didn’t know what. He just felt a sudden urge to stop and help, and he was glad he did. Catherine was a beautiful girl with smooth brown hair and eyes the color of chocolate. She definitely needed help, in more ways than he could imagine.

“Yeah…. it looks that way,” she couldn’t stop staring at him. He was always her favorite, and now that she was right next to him, she could understand why in a whole new way. He was beautiful, and he was wet from the rain. His green eyes looked like two emerald spheres, rotating in his head. His body screamed sexuality. It was like he had some kind of aura around him that looked as if it tasted sweet. All she could think about was how much she wanted to run her tongue up and down his body, as if he were a piece of candy.

“My house is about five miles away. Why don’t you come with me and you can use the phone to call somebody. I’m kind of getting wet.” He laughed. ‘Why didn’t I bring an umbrella?’ he asked himself, as he opened her car door for her.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “I’ll race you to the car,” At that, they both started running as fast as they could. They both got to the car at the same time, but Lance got in the car first because his door was unlocked. He quickly unlocked Catherine’s door and she hopped on in. They laughed for a while, and then they were on their way.

“So, where were you going?” Lance asked, as he turned off the air. They were both wet, and the air conditioner was just making them shiver.

“I was going to visit my grandmother in Batesville.” She still couldn’t believe she was sitting in Lance’s car, of all people!! His car smelled brand new. It had many expensive features including surround sound and a small television. He even had a DVD system in his car.

“That’s a small town. I think they have a population of 2,000, or something like that. Where are you from?” He really thought she was pretty. It was then that he realized that he never asked for her name. How could he forget something like that? He must like this girl more than he is admitting. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he said before she could answer the first question.

She smiled. “My name is Catherine and I’m from Dallas. You can call me Cat, though. What’s your name?” She figured she would have a better chance in getting to know him if she pretended she wasn’t a fan. She hoped it worked.

“My name is Lance.” He said it as if she was supposed to know already. How could she not know who he was? His ego was getting the best of him these days, but he tried not to let fame go to his head. “It’s nice to meet you Cat,” he smiled.

“Nice to meet you too,” she said as he pulled into his driveway.

She finally took her eyes off of him and noticed his house. It was huge! It was a gray-bricked house with white shutters. Trees were everywhere. She couldn’t even see another house in the surrounding area. She got out of the car and ran with him to the front door because it was still raining. The minute she got in she inhaled that new house smell. Lance saw this, and stared laughing.

“The phone is in the kitchen. Follow me.” They walked though the traditional dining room to the kitchen. The kitchen was done in a Cajun theme. Crawfish, hot peppers and seasonings littered the massive room. Shades of red, orange, yellow and green grazed the walls.

She picked up the phone and dialed her grandmother first. As they chatted, Lance ran off in search for a phone book. When he returned she was still on the phone. He set the book on the kitchen table. She eventually got everything settled, but the news wasn’t good.

The rain had caused the major streets to flood, so there was no way for her to get to her grandmothers house. She would have to wait until the waters died down, and by the looks of it, it would be awhile. The rain was still coming down in sheets. She told Lance the news, and he immediately told her she could stay with him. Somehow, the bad new didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Well, since you’ll probably be staying here overnight, why don’t you borrow some of my clothes? You’ll catch a cold wearing that.” He sounded like her father when he said that. He then pointed to her now soaked jeans and lavender baby tee.

“Yes, dad,” she smiled, following him to his room. When she got there she wasn’t surprised at what she saw. The room was black and white. He had a circular bed with a zebra print bedspread. One side of the wall held his massive beanie baby collection. There were at least 200 of them. He had some of them displayed in a trophy case, and others were lined up on the floor, posed as if they were getting their picture taken.

He gave her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers with little smiley faces on it to wear. She went into the bathroom to shower and change. As she was in the shower her thoughts ran free. She began to believe that she was in Lance Bass’ shower and soon she will be in his clothes.

She got out of the shower and dried off. She quickly shook out the bra and panties she was wearing before and slipped them on. Then she put on the clothes Lance had given her. She could smell his scent on them; what a sexy scent it was. It was a mixture of Polo Sport and fabric softener.

She ventured out into the living room where Lance was sitting. As Cat showered, he paced around and tried to make his already neat house a little neater. He was nervous, although he would never admit it to himself. When he saw her enter he got up and greeted her with a smile. “Hey, are you hungry? I got some food. What would you like?” He smiled and walked to the kitchen. “I can cook.”

She was looking around the house when she noticed that he had no pictures of the other guys or other famous people he had met in the past. He just looked like a rich person. She decided to put it in the back of her mind that he was who he was.

“What would you like me to make? Let’s see here, we got chicken or pasta. Which one?” He said, as he walked around the kitchen in search for food.

He liked to cook. He remembered the first meal his mom ever taught him to make, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. At the time he thought he was making the equivalent to Thanksgiving dinner, but he was only six. Still, he’ll never forget the feeling he had every time he made one of those sandwiches. He couldn’t really describe it. It was just a feeling of complete happiness knowing that something he just made, someone will enjoy. He had this feeling on stage, too.

“Actually, I’m not that hungry right now,” Cat said, madder or factly. She was too nervous to eat. She also had a strong feeling that she would taste his cooking at some point in the future.

“Ok, that’s cool. Why don’t you go in the family room and pick out a movie, while I’ll go shower and change.” He was still in his wet clothes, which were now dry, but they were still uncomfortable to wear.

“Ok, sounds great!” Cat walked to the oversized family room and picked the movie Broken Arrow. They had movies from There’s Something About Mary to The Little Mermaid. She decided on that one because it wasn’t all lovey-dovey and it wasn’t horror. She put it in the VCR, and made herself comfortable on the sofa.

She was watching the previews when Lance came back in. He was dressed similar to her, boxers and a t-shirt; only he looked much sexier in the outfit than she did. It was now about 6:30 and it was still raining pretty hard.

“I was watching the weather report, and it looks like it will rain all through the night,” Lance sounded both disappointed and excited at the same time. “I’m going to call my mom to see how she is doing. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sure, I’ll take a Coke. Thank you.” She watched as Lance walked to the kitchen. A big grin crept across her face as she thought about what was happening.

Lance called his mom, who said that everything was ok. It wasn’t flooded where she was to Lance’s relief. He got himself and Cat a Coke before returning.

When he saw her sitting on the couch, laughing at one of the previews, he realized just how exotic looking she was. Her smooth brown hair framed her face, and her soft brown skin seemed to glow in the light of the room. He briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss her.

He shook himself from the daydream and continued into the room. He handed her the Coke and sat beside her.

Once they began to enjoy the movie, Lance’s arm reached behind her to grab the remote. He only put the remote in his other hand and he left his right arm behind her. A while into the movie, Lance let his fingertips graze her small shoulders. He made circles with his thumb over her smooth skin from time to time. It was a small touch but it made her feel wonderful.

About half way through the movie, Lance cleared his throat. She looked up at him just as he looked down at her. He smiled ever so sweetly. Then he leaned down and planted the gentlest kiss upon her lips.

His mouth was soft. His lips nibbled hers open so that he could slid his tongue over them, between them, to cloud her senses with flavor.

They were both in another world now. The movie was loud, but they couldn’t hear it. He broke away from the kiss and moved to lie on the couch. He moved her with him, and she put her head on his broad chest. She listened to him breathing as his hands danced across her back.

They lay like this until the movie was over. When it stopped and ejected itself, they still laid like that. No words were escaping their mouths. She just listened to the rhythmic music his chest was making in her ear as he looked down and watched her.

“Speak,” she commanded, not moving her head.

“Ok, what would you like me to say?” He was serious. He brushed her hair from her face.

“Your voice is so deep, and your breathing is so controlled.” She pondered if she should ask what she wanted to ask next. She decided to go for it. “Can you sing for me?” she whispered.

He smiled. “Of course.” He cleared his throat and made her stand up. He got up and they started dancing as he began to sing.

Dancing in the dark
Middle of the night
Taking your heart
And holding it tight
Emotional touch
Touching my skin
And asking you to do
What you’ve been doing
All over again

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Don’t think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know
What it is that won’t let me go

She put her head on his chest as he sung. He voice wasn’t horse; it was smooth and sexy. It was right there, that she fell in love with him. What she felt for other guys never reached to power of her attraction to him. Every touch, every breath, and every note he sang made ripples throughout her body. He continued to sing.

It’s your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can’t get enough

And if you wonder
About the spell I’m under
Oh, it’s your love

Better than I was
More than I am
And all of this happened
By taking your hand
And who I am now
Is who I wanted to be
And now that we’re together
I’m stronger than ever
I’m happy and free

He didn’t know what made him sing this song. It just seemed right. He had dates before, but none of them made him feel this way. He always believed in love at first sight, but he never knew it could happen to him. Their bodies made shadows as the lightning flashed in and out of the room.

Oh, it’s a beautiful thing
Don’t think I can keep it all in
And if you ask me why I’ve changed
All I gotta do is say your sweet name

It’s your love
It just does something to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can’t get enough

And if you wonder
About the spell I’m under
Oh, it’s your love
It’s your love

He finished the song. For a moment they just stood there dancing to the music of the rain and thunder, then she looked up and they met for another kiss. This kiss meant more to both of them this time. It was one of true love. He broke the kiss and took her hand and led her to his room.

**
“It’s Your Love” by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw
**

When they got to his room, he made her sit on the bed. “I’ve got to ask you something,” he whispered against her ear. “Do you know who I am?”

She couldn’t lie. “Yes,” she whispered and waited for his response.

He wasn’t surprised. In his heart he knew all along. She continued before he had time to say something.

“I know who you are. But right now what I’m feeling isn’t like anything I’ve felt before. Right now, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. I want to be with you because…” She was silenced by his soft fingertips on her lips.

He was speechless. Ever since he joined *NSYNC he wondered if anyone could love him for who he was, James Lance Bass, and not Lance from *NSYNC. What she said melted his heart. His only response was a kiss.

He stood up and removed his shirt. His chest was built and smooth. He grabbed her left hand and put it over his heart, his right hand covered it. He did the same to her, only he gently squeezed her breast. She put her right hand over his left, which was on her chest. He kissed her forehead and that was when she felt it. His heartbeat was beating at the exact same time as hers. Their two hearts beating as one in this moment left them both breathless.

She removed both her hands away from him and let her head fall into his chest. His masculine arms blanketed her. They stayed in this sweet embrace for a while.

He kissed her and she met him halfway.

No man had ever stirred her like this. No man ever would. She pressed herself against him, longing for his warmth, hungry for the taste of him. His arms were strong and sure as he held her close, his mouth deliciously demanding.

Arousal simmered, slow and hot, as the rain battered their heaven. She thought she knew what to expect, but she was wrong. Nothing had prepared her for the tenderness of his hands as he slowly peeled the clothing off of her body. Nothing had warned her how her knees would weaken at the way he looked at her, as if she were something rare and precious. Nothing in her wildest imaginings had hinted at the slow, drugging desire that flowed though her like hot wax when she finally stood naked before him-and he only touched her cheek.

Her limbs trembled as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with exquisite sweetness, as if nothing existed for him but her mouth.

She made a soft sound. He lifted his head and looked at her, stroking his hands down her neck and over her shoulders. Holding her gaze, he continued downward until he cupped her breasts in his palms. Desire spiked though her as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She didn’t try to hide her reaction from him. She couldn’t.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “Every inch of you, inside and out.”

“Lance…” His touched completely overwhelmed her.

“I need your hands on me, Cat.” He guided one of her palms to his chest. She flatted her fingers against the broad expanse. Then she leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his chest. He groaned, and his eyes slid closed.

Such power. Her lips curved into a smile, and she dragged her nails lightly down the exposed flesh. He shuddered, sending a thrill through her. She scored him again with her nails, enjoying the way he gritted his teeth and quivered beneath her touch. She did it again and again until he grabbed her wrist.

Taking her hand, he led her to the bed.

She lowered herself onto the bed sitting on her heals and watched as he took off his clothes. His boxers hid nothing, his arousal stretching the white cotton. In moments, he was as naked as she.

He came to the edge of the bed and looked down at her for a long moment. She waited, her heart pounding. Lance without any clothes was a sight to behold. His body was solid and lean. Here was a man she could trust with her heart.

He knelt on the bed, shifting until their knees touched. She stretched up to meet his descending mouth, linking her hands around his neck. With a groan, he clasped his arms around her, pulling her against him with desperate strength. He grabbed onto her hair, and tugged her head backward, breaking the kiss and holding her prisoner while he nipped at her neck and sent her senses soaring.

He released her hair and cupped one hand possessively over her bottom, urging her closer. His erection pressed into her belly, hotly insistent. She slid her hand down, and closed her fingers around him. His guttural moan urged her to stroke him. Their mouths met in reckless greed. He squeezed her bottom, stroked her back. She smoothed her hands over every sleek muscle she could reach, always coming back to the hungry flesh between his thighs. He returned the favor, parting her legs and caressing her with a tenderness that hinted at his tenuous control even as he edged her to the boiling point.

“Lance.” Mindless with need, she reared up and bit his earlobe. “Lance, please.”

“God.” He shuddered, still stroking the slick heat between her thighs. “You’re so ready for me sweetheart.”

“Yes.” Trembling, she dug her nails into his shoulders. “I want you so much.”

“Sweet Catherine.” He tumbled her backwards, cushioning her with one arm until she lay fully beneath him. She stroked her hand over his forehead, combed the sweat-dampened hair back from his face. Dropping a kiss on her breast, he shifted, hooking his elbows beneath her knees and spreading her wide for him. “I love you, Cat,” he muttered against her mouth. Then he slipped into her.

A sound of startled enjoyment escaped her lips. There was no pain, only a slow, satisfying stretching as he pressed insistently forward until he filled her completely. He paused, waiting for her body to adapt to the sensual penetration. Then he began to rock his hips, and she clung to him, her movements echoing his as he plunged harder, faster, deeper. Nothing else felt like this, the pleasure and the heat, the instinctive rhythm of loving.

When he buried his face in her neck and called her name, she tumbled right behind him into rapture.

****

That was how they met. They married one year later, to the day, and yes, it did rain on their wedding day. Today they are celebrating their 25 wedding anniversary. May they have many more happy years to come.

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