She looked at his masculine jaw and sharp nose with a narrow bridge. His long face was exquisitely decorated with his blue eyes and shaggy hair. He looked neat. Weird though neat. His eyes reminded her of her mother and her younger sister. His skin was tan and glowing and the blue-themed lighting from the disco lit him perfectly. Holding him like this reminded her of Ethan, though she tried to ignore his face all over again. This was hers and Lance's moment. She wanted to fall in love with him, though she didn't want to rush anything. She had taken time with Ethan before the devil set in on them, and even though it was short, she felt like that was the way she needed to handle guys. Not in a raspy and messy cohort of stupid lust. Elena was willing to see where things would head to, even if it took years. It was a second chance she had given herself and she wasn't going to let it slip out of her hands. She peeped at him from under his chin and looked adorably cute in the process.
"Lance," she broke the silence, "do you ever think of having your children... like in the future?"
His mind was puzzled instantly as he wondered where the strange unnecessary question, from his perspective, had come from. Was she ready to have children?
"Why do you ask?" He inquired.
She rolled her eyes, feeling annoyed by his answer.
"I mean you know... like in the future when you have a wife and make love, you know? Have children." Elena muttered softly.
"Hmm..." He startled. "Nah. Right now I'm just trying to build a future for myself. If I have that future then perhaps then I'll be interested in kids."
"Oh," Elena said in return feeling betrayed by his answer. He had a right to his own opinion but somewhere in there, she hoped that they had something unique of their own. She hadn't found it in him yet. She had a future once, now she had another. Her baby was her future and Lance seemed like he wasn't in the same boat with her. She knew if it were Ethan, the response would have somehow lit her up immediately.
"Why do you ask?" Lance questioned her. "Do you want to make babies with me?" He asked her jokingly.
She wanted to puke. Eeew.
She shrugged at him and afforded a smile. "Maybe? In the future?" She asked. She knew what he wanted to hear. Would he be willing to raise a child that was not his? Not make babies with her. Not even when she wasn't still in love with him.
"Shit. Oh..." He blurted in confusion. Elena was just unpredictable. "I know what I said Elena and it was out of respect."
"Respect? For what?"
"I don't want you to see me as a guy who's taking advantage of a woman like you with such a tragic story." He told her softly.
Elena rolled her eyes. "You don't have to use me as the point of argument Lance. It's okay if you aren't ready yet. Stop lying... no one will beat you."
Lance shrugged. "Elena, I've had the worst childhood a child can ever live. It'd really hurt me to bring a child on this earth to suffer the same fate I did." He sounded serious. "I hope you understand me from where I'm standing."
Elena nodded. He knew a lot about his childhood and how hard it was for him. How he had to jump from foster home to foster home, and sometimes running away and feed on trashes from dumpsters until when he was adopted by a rich family from Seattle, Washington. He never ran away since that day, and they became the son they never had. When the old couple that had adopted him died, they left everything they owned to Lance Harper. He was just lucky to reach this far. If he wasn't ready for kids then okay, she knew the reason why. But the important question was whether he was ready for a baby that was already on the way coming.
Elena pulled him closer and looked at his eyes daringly. She could see the hot and burning stare that he was giving back to her. It was seductively imposing and grabbed her attention like a fish to a hook. Her eyes drifted to his lips as his did too to hers. Without much of a warning, she attacked his ready lips desperately and incoherent of a need or lust. She felt safe and okay with him, happy too if little. She hoped that she'd love him the same way anytime and maybe from there build something prosperous with him.
As he kissed her back, he heard her release some soft moans. His wet lips convoluted against hers in a rhythmic manner as the song carried them along with the moment. She was cold, and she tasted cold from what his lips could decipher about her. Physically present for the kiss, his mind shifted elsewhere as it racketeered of what a success it had been to get Elena this close to him and for him. He just couldn't believe that it worked out. All the dignitaries involved and the money it had cost him... this was worth it.
His kiss begged her to stay in him as he felt her cold and sexy body. He however knew his bounds on her and knew she wasn't ready for anything further than the kiss. His boner was on already and he could feel it as it smattered her core in agony and desperation. If she would only accept it, then he would have mounted her with no second guesses at all and give her the sex of her life! How bad he wanted to have sex with her and feel himself in her. From how her lips moved choreographically with his, he could render that she was already wet. She had to be. He was a good kisser and all the girls from campus that he had once kissed couldn't agree more.
From what he was doing inside her mouth with his long tongue and from the soft wet moans she was giving out in return, he could decipher that she had a moist reservoir down there. He could swear that she was damp and he wanted to feel her aching core.
Slowly, as their kissing sensations continued, his hands traced from the sides of her waist to her breasts, so, so slowly that her lazy body couldn't render the movement. As soon as one of his hands cupped one of her breasts, she stopped kissing him immediately and pulled away in a cliffhanger of pleasure and instinct of protecting herself. He cursed himself internally.
"Not there Lance." She told him softly as he toured her eyes on his face filled with her fetishes. It felt like déjà vu.
He nodded in return with a weak smile. She wasn't ready yet for this next milestone step into their relationship, not that soon and this nagged him off. It had been weeks– a whole month since she had her episode with Ethan. Clearly, she could let herself open to him. So he thought. His warm charisma almost turned to pure biting cold as the momentum of their little episode was ruined.
She walked further away from him to the cake on her lamp's stand. The cake was a vanilla cream sponge cake with fresh berries resting on its whipped cream crust. At its center was Elena's name with her age displayed beautifully. There was one candle that was burning out.
"Twenty-seven?" She shrieked as she read the decorated writings on it. "Damn, I'm so old."
"Huh? One more year and you'd catch up with me." He told her as he crossed his arms around her belly from the back and kissed her neck seductively. She just chuckled. "It suits you though." He told her warmly and flirty.
Elena rolled her eyes, mockingly playfully. "Lance I can feel your... on my ass." She said with a weight of embarrassment and laughter in her sweet voice.
"I know." He said as he still maintained his position.
Elena scoffed shaking her head. In a way, she seemed okay with it.
"Go on. Make a wish and blow the candle." Lance told her.
Her eyes drifted to his hands which were well curled around and clenched at her belly. Were she on the third month of her pregnancy, a bump would be there and he would have felt it. She whipped her head slightly to look at him from her back. He was smiling broadly at her. His dazzling blue eyes told her of much hope she saw in him. He pecked her lips and she smiled. She turned back to the cake below her. The candle was blowing stiffly. She closed her eyes and made a wish, smiling in the process. She opened her eyes and blew the candle.
And so may it be. She told herself.