Aman took me to get my car and we said good night to one another before we both headed home. As I am approaching my house I notice another car there.
"What the devil?" I start to slow down not sure who's it is, but realize it's Lance's before I turn into the drive.
"What is he doing here?" I mumble to myself as I pull in to the drive way. I take note that there's stuff in his back seat but shrug it off.
I approach the front door and see him asleep on the porch swing, gently breathing in deep sleep. I can't help the grin that forms on my lips as he sleeps so comfortably. I look at the time on my phone and see it's only just past midnight.
He must have had a hard day.
I open up the house and set my things down before going back out to wake him up. I pause before I go to nudge him thinking about what Aman had said.
"You two look good together." Do we really look good together?
"Hey.." A sleepy acknowledgement snaps me from my thoughts and I find Lance sleep filled eyes staring at me with a soft smile on his lips.
"Hey you, what are you doing sleeping on the porch swing?" I ask him with a chuckle.
He sits up and yawns, "I don't have a house key." He states plainly.
I roll my eyes and let him know, "The hide a key is hidden in the lighthouse, just put it back after you unlock the house." I gesture for him to get up and come inside.
"So why are you here, it's past midnight and you knew I'd be out?" I ask as he follows me in.
"You have not checked your phone messages yet then?" Lance sits putting his head into his hand.
"No... It's on silent." I pull my phone out of my clutch and see two missed calls and a two text messages.
The text messages are from Brian asking how my night went, then another from Lance asking me to call him asap. Both calls are from Lance, so I call my voicemail and listen to the messages. Only to have my mouth drop in shock.
"OH! Lance!" I hang my phone up as he shrugs and gives a dry laugh.
"Yeah, I know. Water's been turned off for the pipes that busted but I won't know how bad the damage is until the inspectors and insurance guys come take a look. You don't mind do you if I use your spare room for the time being? None of the items in the car are wet, it's just my important documents and some clothes and toiletries." Lance groans and rubs his head in frustration.
Damn he had a bad day alright.
"Sure, of course. Did a lot of things get ruined from what you could tell? I mean what exactly happened?" I ask concerned, taking a seat on the sofa next to him to wrap my arm around his shoulders.
He sighs heavily, "When I got home from the office after one of my shop tenets called me talking about a drip in her ceiling, I checked it out in her place first. Knowing above where her ceiling was dripping there should not have been any major water fixtures, I ran upstairs and before I even opened the door, I knew this was not going to good. I opened the door, and a good foot or so of water just poured out over everything. I ran and turned the water off to the building and walked back upstairs. My tenet was just as shocked as I was. We went and called our insurance agents, then I packed up what I could of my clothes and important papers, and came here. I won't know how bad it is until tomorrow when I go through it with the insurance and the inspector. Sorry for the intrusion, but I couldn't think of asking my uncle for his spare bedroom. We'd end up fighting and that wouldn't be good for anyone."
"Oh, my. That's your home! The club! Oh, Lance.." I toss my arms around him and hug him fiercely, "... Let's not lose all hope, obviously there's going to be a significant amount of damage but who knows? Maybe it will not be as bad at first glance? Depending on what it was that caused the damage, maybe it didn't have time to soak through the second floor and it was just that area that was leaking to the ground floor?" I try to reassure him as Lance looks extremely stressed, ready to burst into tears or go on a rampage with the look of being lost rising in his eyes.
Knowing he needed something to keep his mind and body occupied, I stand and stick my hand out for him to take. His eyes lift to mine and I swear the image of a scared, adolescent aged, Lance pops into my mind.
"Come on, let's go get your stuff. Then I'll tuck you into bed. We will need to get some sleep before tomorrow, but for now, it's my turn to help take care of you." I pull him up and help him unload what he had in his car and brought it inside.
It really was not much, literally his clothes, some shoes, bags of toiletries, towels, a couple of closed and taped boxes unmarked, and then a few boxes of files and paperwork and we were done.
I helped him stick some of his clothes up and hang them in the closet, only stopping once I found some clean boxer briefs and his sleep shorts that he likes to wear at night.
"Come with me, my pet, let me take care of you." I gestured to my hand, letting him see the sleep clothes and motion to go out of the room with me. He grabs the bag of his toiletries and follows me out, still looking like a lost puppy.
I get a bath ready, nice and warm for him and turn around to undress him.
"Have I told you how breathtaking you are right now?" Lance swallows hard as I loosen his tie and begin to undo the buttons on his shirt.
"You're the one who helped pick out the dress, remember?" I smile up at him, as I slide the shirt over his shoulders to bring it down over his strong arms. My searching hands feeling his muscles along the way, looking for tension spots to take care of in a moment.
"I remember. So did the dinner go well?" His heavy, distracted eyes are focused on my lips, causing my mouth to go dry.
I subconsciously lick my bottom lip in response, chuckling as I think how the evening went.
"You know the dinner went to shit, before we ever got our food? We ended up going to the park down the street where they were having a charity orchestra event. We ate tacos, had fun, talking and danced to the music they were playing. It was a lot of fun. Once his cousin and that stuck up snob were put in their place, that is." My smile thins at the thought of those two but I get back to what I was doing, removing his shoes, socks and pants.
A groan escapes Lances chest, making me look up from the floor where I was picking up his pants and shoes, noticing his constrained erection, before meeting his eyes. Those eyes that desire nothing more than ensuring me that if I say the word, my pleasure will be his focus.
"Hop in the tub, I'll be there shortly." I cock a brow in amusement at him, gesturing towards the tub as I take his clothes to an empty hamper to handle later.
I hear the sound of the waters movement before I enter the bathroom again, reaching up and unpinning my locks of hair before taking my dress off, stepping out still in my heels.
The sudden intake of breath, followed by an approving grunt has me smirking as I turn around, wearing only a black, laced edged, bikini cut, underwear and my heels.
"Lirael, please get in this water. I need you."