Lance request

[masheek2.livejournal.com]

Can I request a Lance/original female?

Love the community btw :)

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[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Hope this works for you.


She didn't have the foggiest idea why she was there, but it was a nice enough day and that allowed her to sit on the sand and simply enjoy the view. With her job taking up most of her time and responsibilities a great deal of the rest a day off was a luxury.

Lance's mysterious note this morning had left her curious. 'Go to our beach, sit on the blanket and wait.' No comment about what she was to wait for or when Lance planned on showing up, but she trusted him.

The beach was deserted at this hour. She watched the gulls fly lazily overhead, then closed her eyes to the warmth of the sun.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, Tiny was shaking her shoulder, waking her up. He smiled at her, handed her an envelope and then walked back to the Escalade still running in the parking lot.

'Go make yourself even more beautiful' this one said on the back of an apointment card from Elizabeth Arden. Scrambling up she jogged to the car and hopped inside.

Hours later, completely relaxed and primped to perfection she stood in the dressing room at EA, waiting. A garment bag with a note attached was draped over the door.

'Shall we dance?'

Eyes wide, she opened the bag to find a classically designed ballroom dancing gown Ginger Rodgers would have been thrilled with it. She slipped it over her head, the shoes onto her feet and bolted for the waiting car. When Tiny pulled up in front of the building she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

Lance greeted her at the door. Dressed in his tux and top hat he was the classical romantic figure. He bowed lowly to her, sweeping the hat off his head and out in a gesture of invitation. She laughed lightly and dropped a quick curtsey, nodding. Lance took her hand in his and lead her to the dance floor. Couples of all ages and varying levels of costumery twirled about them, faces shining with smiles.

Not the best dancer by modern standards, Lance knew how to hold a woman. He splayed his hand across her lower back, and cradled her hand in his own, fingers sure and caring. Smiling at her he set them in motion. The song was very near it's end and in true Fred Astaire fashion he dipped her on the last note. Leaning over hew whispered in her ear 'I love you' before placing his warm lips over her own.

The card with the flowers was expected, the sentiment was not.

'I could have danced all night'

Lance had always said he hated dancing. Smiling, she picked up her phone and called her boyfriend.

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[masheek2.livejournal.com]

Aw! That's so sweet!

Thank you!!!