May-December & 3 Dark Years

Fuck, it was heaven, feeling and tasting and touching her. And it was beyond ecstasy. He turned his head and pressed his lips reverently to the baby-soft skin of her inner thigh for just a moment. "Love you, Annie," he murmured, smiling to himself as she threaded her fingers through his spiky blonde hair. Then he shifted his attentions back with a deep caress he knew would send her reeling over the edge.
"Jamie Jamie, I want oh, fuck" Her voice trailed off in a choked gasp and she twisted beneath him. Her trembling escalated into shudders, and she cried out.
Annie bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm hit her full force. Waves of bliss crashed through her, stealing her breath and threatening to do the same to her sanity. She babbled, losing control and crying out her love for the man who was slowly crawling his way up her body.
Lance trailed his lips across her flushed skin, soaking in her response, trying to memorize it. His hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing across her trembling mouth as he reached out with his other hand, fumbling with the nightstand drawer.
Her head turned to follow the movement. "Let me?" She took the foil packet from his fingers, ripping it open with her teeth.
Lance sat back on his haunches, his knees spread apart to give her easy access. He shuddered as she rolled the latex down over him, her fingertips lingering for a moment in a slick caress. He closed his eyes, dropping his face to nuzzle her. "How ya doin'?" He rumbled.
I'm good, Jamie." She wiggled beneath him, her legs tangling with his as he shifted, moving slowly.
He'd done this hundreds of times, had lain with every kind of woman, his heart beating with desire. Sometimes it was a slow, steady beat, and other times it would pound with excitement and release. Curling his body around someone was nothing new.
Still, as he moved to settle his hips between her thighs, he trembled. This was different.
This was possession.
Lance forced himself to move slowly, sliding his hardened flesh into hers inch by torturous inch. He watched as Annie's eyes squeezed shut.
"OK?" he rasped unevenly, fighting for control.
She opened dark, liquid eyes, and her hands grasped at his shoulders. "Oh yeah," she whispered. "It feels" The words became lost in a strangled gasp. "Jamie"
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her temple. "Annie." He wished that he could tell her, that he could find the words to describe how he'd dreamed of holding her just like this. Of her body surrounding him, clutching him.
Loving him.
But there were no words. He'd have to sit down later and write a song for her.
Then she shifted, bringing her feet up to brush his hips, and everything was forgotten but that one moment and the incandescent explosion of sensation that rocked him.
Her fingers in his hair urged his face to hers, and she stabbed her tongue past his lips, kissing him hungrily as he began to rock his hips against hers.
She released a muffled moan against his lips, and he nestled his face in the hollow of her neck. "Fuck," he gasped, struggling for control, for breath, for everything. "Oh, fuck"
"Jamie" Annie arched her back and nearly whimpered as Lance's movements grew surer, more powerful. She ran her hands shakily over his back and hips, clutching him to her as she felt the tightness, the tension, build, all over again, but so much deeper this time. Stronger. "NEVER like this, Jamie" she murmured. "It's never"
"I know for me either," he ground out, still pressing his mouth into her neck. He groaned, his body pushing hers further toward completion. Too fast, it was too fast, but he couldn't stop it. Couldn't slow his climb to ecstasy, not with her soft hands dragging him heavenward and her mouth open on his ear.
"Look at me, Jamie," she whispered, brushing her lips over his temple. She wanted to stare in his eyes, to see the pleasure in his voice reflected there.
"Annie" Her name was a prayer as his hips thrust unevenly. He pulled his head up, their eyes meeting in a heated rush. Her expression shook him, screaming possession, completion
Love.
Forever.
"Annie" he panted again, tightening his hands on her hip and shoulder.
"I oh, christ" He clutched her closer, grinding into her sharply.
Annie bit down on her lips as rapture rushed through her, batling for her attention. Elation at the feel of his body on hers, inside hers, won, and she bucked against him, incoherent sounds spilling from her. "Ahhh Jamie!"
Then she couldn't see, couldn't breathe, and there was nothing but him, nothing. Just his harsh panting and the way he moved, and she shuddered uncontrollably, pleasure surging through every cell of her body and out into the blackness that surrounded her.
She cried out, and it could have been his name or a prayer, or even a curse, for all she knew, because she knew nothing beyond the fact that he was still inside her and it felt good and right and like it would never, ever end.
Ever.
Lance heard her strangled scream, then felt it as it threw him headfirst into madness. His mind shut down as he opened his mouth against her skin and fought to rein in the rough heat that was reaching through his body, seeking release. But the blinding, pulsing heat was impossible to conquer, because it was Annie beneath him, her slick limbs and shaking fingers ska ove over him, her body still fluttering around his.
Annie.
He thrust forward one last time before the world stopped turning, the universe itself shifting to revolve around the two of them. Lance's mouth worked soundlessly against her skin as everything exploded, passion and intensity flowing out of him in an ecstatic rush.
Then her fingers were in his hair, tugging his head back, and he quaked when his eues met hers, when he saw the ardor that hadn't yet had time to glaze out of her. He still couldn't think, so it was sheer emotion and instinct that propelled his lips to hers, that opened and stroked and devoured. Pure need. And she was still throbbing around him, and suddenly Lance could reason again.
What he knew in that moment was that he could never ever lose her. She was as much a part of him as the heart that beat achingly in his chest, and if her never got to see her again, he would never stop loving her as much as he did at that instant.
She would always be his.
Lance's arms began to shake as the after-effects of his orgasm momentarily weakened him. Grinning, he relaxed over Annie's sated body. He felt his dick twitch with new life as he reveled in her softness.
"Oof. Get off me Jamie, you bear." She chuckled sexily at his scowl.
Rolling over to her side, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her over against his side.
Annie propped her chin on his chest, gazing into his beautiful green eyes with a new awe. Her Jamie had made hot, wet, AMAZING love to her, and she wasn't sure what to say to him now. Her heart was so full, and so aching -- more so even than she could remember it being with Will. She had fallen horribly in love with this man, and it caused her a large portion of sadness, too. How could she possibly hope to keep him, let alone SEE him one a regular basis? And how could she even expect him to? His life was so much more than hers, in every way that counted. She, with her little family, was so different from his high-profile celebrity status. There would be no contest.
Lance was not unaware of Annie's uncertainty. He could see it all over her face, and the sadness in her eyes nearly brought him to tears. It spoke to the deep anxiety (fear?) within him that he might not have her for very long.
He ran a finger down her temple, taking joy in her shivering response. God. He loved her. So damn much.
"Regrets?" Shit. Did he really just ask her that?
Her expression softened, and she shifted up to press her lips to his in a gently kiss. For a few long moments they were caught up in their lingering need. When they parted for breath, she gazed deeply into his glittering green eyes, searching for the courage to speak her heart.
"I'll never regret loving you, Jamie. Never." His heart pounded, beatint hit his love and admiration for her.
She swallowed back her fearful tears, determined to get all of this out before she lost her borrowed nerve.
"I'm just wondering if this is all I'm ever going to have of you."
His brow furrowed at her words, and she knew he was hearing this wrong. She plowed on, hoping to make him understand.
"I love you, Jamie, and I know you care about me too, but your life just doesn't have room for me and my kids." As her heart cried out it's need for him, her mind told her that there was really no easy way to do this. She would be hurt, he would be hurt, and it would end badly. But what else could she do? What could he possibly DO with her? The press would have a field day with their relationship, and who said he even had time for a 30-ish widow and her two kids? It was too hard, and it wouldn't work.
"You've already given up on us, and we're still in the bed where we just made love for the first time. That's fucking great Annie. Real fucking cold." He scrambled out from under her, grabbing up his clothes and pulling them on before stalking out of the room.
He looked terribly hurt, and Annie ached to make him feel better, but she could see this as a good opportunity to push him gently out to arm's length.
It hurt. A lot.
Lance was angry. How could she take such a wonderful, meaningful act, and treat it so flippantly? Hadn't she said she loved him? Or had it all been words, spokor hor his benefit? Shit, had she meant any of it at ALL?
Snarling at himself internally, he got a loose grip on his emotions. He would never believe those things of her, regardless of what happened between them.
Reentering the room he'd left not 10 minutes before, he found only her scent lingering. She was gone.
Unable to come up with a valid reason for her actions, he told himself that this was for the best.
Too bad his heart, and body, didn't agree. He would be a long time getting over her.
A lifetime, he was sure.


And so Annie went back to her life. Raising her children, welcoming her father-in-law permanently into her home, and nursing her broken heart. She never spoke of her ill-fated night with James, even though her adopted dad asked her about it, once.
All she would say was that it was worth any pain she endured.
Her computer collected dust in the corner. She just couldn't bring herself to use it, when all she wanted was to chat with James. Maybe he'd found another friend to share things with, she told herself, knowing that was very unlikely.
She kept track of the band's fame, keeping a secret scrapbook for those times when her pain whelwhelmed her, and she needed just to see his face. That, and her memories were all she had to sustain her when her chest ached so fiercely she longed to curl up into a ball and die.
She wondered if he missed her as badly. Regardless of his past sexual exploits, she knew he was a very sensitive man, deeply in need of the rewards a normal life could give him. She hoped that when the group's time had passed, that he could find someone to share the rest of his life with him.
Annie knew she would likely never find another love for herself. The odds were just too great.


3 years later --


Lance pulled into the driveway of the understated home, his hands trembling on the steering wheel.. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here, knowing only that he still wanted to see her.
It had been a strange, sudden need to find her that had led him to dial her old cell phone number. He'd never been able to erase it from his phone's memory.
The man's voice answering had sort of surprised him, but her father-in-law was a fount of information once he learned who Lance had been to his daughter. And he was ALL for getting Lance over there to end Annie's 3-year-long depression.
Lance didn't know what to make of that. She'd been unhappy all this time? As unhappy as he'd been, he wondered? There wasn't a day in the last 3 years that he hadn't missed her, regardless of the highs and lows of their now defunct group.
He'd tried, he thought, as he tread ly uly up the walkway to the front door, stepping over and around various bikes inliinline skates. But non of the women he'd come across, or even dated, could compare to his Annie. He'd eventually quit trying to replace her, and fell back into the pit of casual sex. Unfulfilling as it was.
Lance wondered how well she'd done at forgetting him.
He knocked quickly before he could talk himself out of it, hearing voices argue about who would answer the door. It was whipped open about a foot by a tall, teenaged boy. His facial features ahowed him to be Annie's son, Mark. He eyed Lance for a moment, then turned to speak to someone behind him. "You should answer this one," he said in a deep voice. He winked at Lance good-naturedly before g reg replaced by a younger girl who was obviously his sister.
Her face scrunched up as she slowly realized who he was. And tried to figure why he was at their door.
"Lance Bass?" She already had the makings of a lovely alto voice just like her mother's.
He shook himself out of his memories and spoke.
"Is your mom home?" Great, his voice shook and broke like he was on his first date.
Damn his nerves.
Janey looked surprised, but nodded faintly.
"Hang on, I'll go get her." She opened the door a little wider.
"Would you like to come in?"
"Sure."
She closed toor oor behind him, and led him to the livingroom, where he sat down on a comfortable couch. Janey left him there, heading through the adjacent kitchen to disappear through a door.
Lance had never been this nervous in his life. What if she didn't WANT to see him? What if she was over him and just felt sorry for him? Shit, he couldn't take any more rejection from her hands.
He turned as the french doors to his left opened, and there she was, nearly unchanged after all this time. His heart did a strange skipping thud as she slowly approached.
Damn, but he'd missed her. He was only now realizing how much.
Annie was calm. Somehow she'd known that if she was patient, this day would comIt wIt was all that had kept her sane without him. That, and her kids.
"Hey Jamie." She wondered if he could hear how much she still loved him, in her voice. She smiled, gently, taking the hand he extended toward her.
Lance wasted no time, pulling her into a bruising hug. He spoke into her sweet-smelling hair.
"Missed you. Want you back. Come back to me." A tear dripped off his nose to leave a spot on her t-shirt. His chest was tight and painful. He hadn't meant to leave himself this vulnerable, but he just couldn't help it.
Whatever happened, he wanted her to know how desperately he loved her.
Annie squeezed him back just as tightly. He was trembling in her arms, sobbing softly on her shoulder. She briefly regretted their time apart, but knew his resentment would've hurt worse.
She pulled back to look into those glittering green eyes she so loved. They were wet, but very happy, and she could relate to that.
"Is everyone happy with the breakup?"
Lance looked surprised, but answered quickly enough.
"Yeah. We're all pretty tired of living in the spotlight." He grinned, suddenly.
"Except for Justin, but that's fine too. He deserves to do what he wants, just like the rest of us." His gaze on her intensified.
She willingly took the bait.
"What do YOU want to do, Jamie?" For the first time, her voice shook a little. There was always a chance he wouldn't say what she wanted to hear.
Lance looked her dead in the eye when he answered her.
"I want to FINALLY be with the woman I love, because when all's said and done, she's my home." The love and sincerity in his voice rang out, and she knew it was finally time.
Slipping a hand behind his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips pressed sweetly together, and before she knew it they were wrapped around each other so tightly she could barely breathe. It was heaven.
They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
Breaking apart reluctantly, they both turned to find the 3 members of Annie's family watching them with various expressions. The hulking, older man had to be the father-in-law, and he obviously adored her. His happiness for her radiated like the sun. Mark was pleasantly amused to see his mother kissing someone so passionately, and Janey's jaw needed to be picked up from the floor.
Annie chuckled as she squeezed Lance again. He was gratified to see a beaming smile on her face. He knew his cheeks would soon be aching his own grin, and thought to himself that their 3 dark years were finally over.


The End.