What Would Happen?
Everything was moving in slow motion. Time was almost standing still as I watched him from across the table. He was rambling on about something. His hands were gesturing everywhere, and he was smiling at his story. I smiled too, out of politeness, even though I wasn't paying attention to a damn thing he said. His eyes were far too captivating for me to notice anything else.
He looked so handsome tonight. The baby blue of his sweater accented his eyes perfectly. The sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. His silver watch was clearly visible and it glimmered in the dim lighting of Nobu's resturant. I've never seen a man so gorgeous in my life.
Electricity, eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak
I hear him laugh and I smiled even harder, if that was possible. He sips some of his wine and I can't help but notice the way his lips curl over the edge of the glass. Those soft, pink lips. I involuntarily lick my own lips. Justin smiles at me and I look away as the butterflies swarm my stomach.
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
"So, what do you think?" he asked me suddenly and I blink completely caught off guard.
"What?" He laughs at me and shakes his head.
"Nevermind." he says through his laughter.
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
"I'm sorry, I kinda spaced out." He nods understandingly and smiles at me.
"It's cool, I tend to babble sometimes." He's embarrassed and his blush is too cute for words.
"No, it's not that," I assure, "I was just. . .thinking."
What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?
Would you run away, would you stay?
"About?" he asks curiously. I smile and feel the blood rushing up to my cheeks.
"About. . .stuff?" He nods again.
"Is there any 'stuff' you want to talk about?" I shake my head 'no' and he smiles at me. Damn that smile.
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
"Would you like to try any of our desserts?" Me and Justin both turn our heads upward to see a waiter standing patiently.
"Well, do you still have those caramel custards with the chocolate wafers?" Justin asked as the waiter nodded.
"Yes sir, we do." Justin smiled happily.
"Okay, we'll take two of those." Justin said as the waiter excused himself.
"Caramel custards?" I question curiously. There goes that smile again.
"Yeah, they're so good." I nod, "They're in this bowl made of this waffle cone kinda basket and they put some custard in it and drizzle it was caramel and fudge." I laugh at his excitment before sipping my wine. Once I place my glass down, I see Justin looking at me. He licks his lips and I smile weakly as the butterflies come back.
The room is spinning out of control
"What?" I ask him nervously. He smiles at me and reaches across the table. He takes my hand in his and holds it warmly. I look from our hands to his eyes.
Act like you didn't notice
Brushed my hand
"You are so beautiful." I'm almost tempted to look behind me to make sure I'm the one he's looking at. My heart jumped and I swallowed hard. What do you say to that?
"Justin. . ." I begin.
"I mean it, Alonsha. You've always been beautiful." Damn his charm. His irresitable charm.
"Well, I try." I joke, trying to lighten the mood. He laughs softly but never lets go of my hand.
"I wish we did all this sooner." I look at him confused.
"Did what?"
"Go out." he answers.
"Me too." I say honestly as the waiter comes back. Our hands reluntantly fall apart as he places our desserts in front of us. We thank him before we nip at our food. After eating in silence for a few moments, I can feel the warmth of Justin's hand again.
"Thank you." he says. What the hell is he talking about?
"For what?" I asked completely confused. He squeezes my hand softly.
"For being you." I smile in response, completely speechless. Oh. My. God. My heart just quivered in my chest. Nobody has ever thanked me for being me before. Where had this man come from? Why had I been dumb enough to never go after him before? I could kick myself right now.
It's our fourth date. Yes I said fourth, and I still haven't gotten the balls to kiss him. On our third date, I had come close to it. But as soon as he leaned in, I turned my head and he kissed my cheek. I don't know why I'm scared to kiss him, but everytime he tries, I pull away. Now, I'm here in New York with him. Sitting in one their most famous sushi joints, eating this delictable dessert and all I can think about is his soft lips gracing mine.
What would happen if we kissed?
Would your tongue slip past my lips?
Would you run away, would you stay?
-*-*-*-
Dinner was great, and now me and Justin are in his Mercedes heading back to our hotel, where he claims there's another "surprise" for me. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't excited, but I'm also nervous. What else could he have instore for me? The date itself was a surprise. He blind folded me and when he removed the thing, I was standing in front of his jet, hearing him say we were headed to New York.
"Don't be nervous, Beautiful" I turn from the car window to look at Justin, "You'll like it, I promise." He looks from the road briefly to give me a reassuring smile. I smile back and continue to look at him. Damn, he was one gorgeous man. I turn my attention back to my window. I watch as the scenery goes by in a blur. My heart raced slightly when I hear Justin sing to the Usher song playing on the radio.
"Play another slow jam. . .This time make it sweet. . .On a slow jam. . .For my baby and for me. . ." I could've sworn I heard him smile on that last part, but lets not jump to conclusions.
We finally pull up to the Four Seasons Hotel. It was a nice ass hotel, but Justin said that it was nothing compared to the penthouse suite he usually stays in at the Hilton. But anyways, we make our way inside, the valet takes Justin's car to the back. The woman at the front desk greets us. We each give a polite hello and take the elevator up. When I see the the elevator pass our floor, I look at Justin confused.
"Where are we going?" I ask. He smiles at me and takes my hand.
"You'll see." I smile back. I'm still a little skeptical but I don't say anything. We finally reach the last floor and Justin pulls me out of the elevator. We turn down a corridor and I see a stair way leading up to the roof.
"You're not gonna push me off the building are you?" I ask jokingly and Justin stops dead and his tracks.
"Who told you?" He looks so serious that I'm almost afraid. . .until he starts cracking up.
"You jackass!" I whine as I punch him playfully.
"You had to see your face. . ." he says through his laughter, "Priceless, man. Priceless." We walk up the stairs and Justin opens the door for me. I walk out before him and I'm instantly hit by a gentle breeze. The next thing I knew, Justin's large hands were over my eyes, blinding me completely.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it," he whispered softly in my ear, "I'll guide you to your surprise." The whole time we're walking, I can't help but relax against the warmth of his body. He's so close. So warm. So. . . gone?
"Justin?" I questioned once the warmth fell from my back.
"Keep your eyes closed." Justin said as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. A few moments later I felt his hand gripping mine. He guided me a few steps before stopping. I could smell vanilla and hear soft music.
"Open them." My eyes slowly drifted open and I sucked in my breath once I saw the display in front of me. Justin had candles adourning the roof. A blanket was laying in the center of the candle display and music flowed from a radio that was perched on a small glass table. I also took notice to the bottles of champagne.
"Did you bring me up here to get me drunk?" I asked playfully as Justin grinned.
"You know me so well." We laughed briefly before he gestured toward the blanket. I sat down and watched as he walked over to the table, pouring some wine in each of the glasses.
"Thanks." I said as I accepted the drink from his hands. He plopped down besides me with a sigh and we sipped our drinks silently.
"You know what?" Justin said breaking the silence, "I thought that this was going to be. . . weird. You know what I mean?" Of course I knew what he meant.
"Yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about," I said with a nod, "The whole transition from friends to. . . this." He laughed at my hesitation.
"This. . . this is nice." I smiled at his choice of words and I watched as he scooted over closer to me.
"Dance with me." he whispered in my ear. I'd be lying if I said that his voice didn't send a shiver down my spine. The way his warm breath caressed my cold ear. I'd do anything to have him close to me, even if it meant dancing.
-*-*-*-*-
Justin offered her his hand as she stood from the blanket. She took it willingly and he smiled as she nervously leaned against him. He breathed in her scent and couldn't put his finger on what it was. All he knew was that nobody smelt like her. She had this honey smell to her. It was light and natural, not suffocating like most of the perfumes he was used to smelling.
He was beginning to feel guilty about his bet. He no longer wanted to be a part of it. Justin had realized that the bet had no real purpose any longer. He knew that she liked him, or there wouldn't have been a second date, let alone a fourth. But he never mentioned any of this to Trace. Hell, all Trace knew was that Justin was in New York. He hated keeping things from his best friend, but this was something and someone he wanted to keep to himself. Call him selfish if you want to, but he wouldn't care. If being selfish meant being with Alonsha, than so be it.
I've been crushed like paper
I've been washed like rain
I've been scared of sleeping
In case I wake up the same
Justin nuzzled his nose deeper into her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelt so good. She felt so good in his arms. . .so perfect. It scared the hell out of him.
He felt the same way about Britney and all that did was rip his heart out his chest. Justin knew for a fact that Alonsha was in no rush to have a serious relationship, but that didn't stop his heart from beating ten times faster the moment she walked into a room. Or stop the feeling of relaxation that overwhelmed his body the moment he'd hear her voice. It was too much, too soon.
I've been broken and battered
I've been lost in my home
I've been cryin' a river
I've been cold as a stone
His mind was telling him to pull away while he still had the power to. But his heart quivered in protest. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and never let her go. He felt. . .normal with her. Justin was no longer one of the most sought after popstars. In her eyes, he was Justin Randall. Mr. Tennessee white boy with a sprinkle of soul. He smiled as he remembered her words. She always came up with creative shit like that.
But falling into you
It carries me far enough away
And everything you do
It lightens up my darker side of day
Alonsha Daniels was one of his best friends. She was one of the few people that he would put his trust in. He knew in his heart that he loved her dearly as a friend. That was one thing that would never change. But his mind couldn't help but drift to the future. The future that showed that friendly love turning into something more. . .
He felt her shiver against him and he gripped her tighter. Another wind blew by and he enveloped her in his arms, as if he were afraid she'd blow away in the light breeze. Justin could feel her hold him tighter, as if she read his mind. His hands ran up and down her back, assuring her that he'd never let her go.
I just hope that the wind
Doesn't blow you away
Alonsha was so confused right now. Here she was, boo-loving on the rooftop of some glamorous hotel with Justin Timberlake of all people, and she felt so. . . out of place. She didn't belong here. She didn't deserve this. Justin didn't want her. He was only using her as a rebound. She knew that she was just a good time. A way for him to make Britney disappear until something better came along. But damn, she wished that he knew what he did to her.
Something 'bout the way you looked at me
Made me think for a moment,
That maybe we were meant to be
Her eyes drifted down to the wine bottle on the ground. She was sure that it cost more than her entire wardrobe. She squeezed her eyes tight. Maybe when she opened them she and Justin would be on a normal date. Being normal people. Laughing at some random joke as they sat in one of the Rosco's Chicken and Waffles back home.
Living our lives seperately
And it's strange that things change
But not me wanting you so desperately
Damn it, he was still holding her on the rooftop of the Four Seasons. She had still gotten there via his private jet. She was still dancing with one of the most desirable men on the planet. Nothing changed. Especially the beating in her heart.
Oh why can't I ignore it?
I keep giving it in but I should know better
"Alonsha?" Her thoughts were quickly shattered by the sound of his voice. She pulled away from him, just enough to see his face. The warmth of his hand caressed her cold cheek and she swore her heart was going to pop out her chest at any moment. She couldn't tear her gaze from his blue eyes. She hated his eyes. They were so. . .intense. That's why she could never lie to him. There was something about the way he looked at her that made it impossible to do so. The same something that made her want him even more.
'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me
And it's strange that things change
But not me wanting you so desperately
Justin softly pressed his forehead against hers. His nose brushed against her own and their eyes closed briefly as they enjoyed the closeness they were sharing. "Can I kiss you?"
Her words caught him off guard, hell, they caught her off guard. Justin smiled at her and she smiled back. She felt like it was her first kiss all over again. The butterflies. The anxiousness that overwhelmed her completely. But then again, Justin would be the second guy she ever kissed in her entire life.
"You want to kiss me?" Justin taunted. Alonsha smiled. She had forgotten that his ego was so big. She had done the worse thing she could've possibly done; make it larger.
"Look, if you don't want to kiss me, Justin. . ."
"No. . . I do." Justin admitted softly but never moved in for the kiss. He was going drive her out her mind if he didn't do something. She was just standing there waiting. Watching as his smile grew the more her impatience grew. She finally had enough. She cupped his face in her petite hands the best she could and kissed him. At first it was more her than him, but once Justin got over her intial agressiveness, he slowly moved deeper inside of the kiss.
Justin could taste the cherry flavor of her lip gloss and felt the warmth of her mouth. His hands gently met her face and he tilted her head back slightly to kiss her deeper. Once his tongue slipped through her cherry lips, he realized that she tasted as sweet as she smelled. Her tongue found his and they playfully tagged one another.
Alonsha pulled her tongue back, teasing him. Justin pulled her head closer to his, desperately trying to find her tongue again. Alonsha smiled and pulled away from the kiss.
"Damn, girl." Justin whispered and Alonsha laughed lightly. She was happy, he enjoyed the way she kissed. Even girls get a little self-conscious about how they perform.
"Damn yourself." Alonsha commented as Justin blushed, "Aww, is Randall blushing?" Justin laughed nervously.
"Naw, it's the cold." He lied. Alonsha made a face before moving closer to him again.
"I think I can warm you up." Okay, so maybe it was a tad bit cheesy, but the way she said it turned him on. He smiled and leaned down until their lips met again. This was something they could both get used to. . .
Song Credits:
"What Would Happen."- Meredith Brooks
"Slow Jam"- Usher/Monica
"Falling Into You"- Kasey Chambers
"Desperately"- Michelle Branch
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