Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.
Author's Note: I know that applepips16 was hoping for a little bit of smut, but I don't think I have it in me. Hopefully this will do, even though it is not my best work. Blame the headcold. Also, this is actually version two of this chapter. If anyone wants to read the completed, angstier version of this that I discarded, send me a PM and I will Docx it to you. The next chapter is almost finished, and he is back in town.
"Hello, Beautiful," Shane said as Caitlyn picked up her phone.
She grinned at the sound of his voice. "Hi, Rockstart. Where are you?"
"We just got to the hotel," Shane replied. Then he added, "I got you something today. I'll have someone send it to you in the morning."
Caitlyn shook her head and said, "Shane, you didn't need to do that."
Shane chuckled. "It's nothing, really. Just something I saw at the airport that reminded me of you. It'll make you laugh."
"Well, I'll look forward to getting it." Then Caitlyn added, "But Shane, let me be perfectly clear up front. I want you; I don't need you to buy me things."
Shane smiled at her directness. The great thing was that he believed her, and she seemed to have no idea that saying things like that made him want to spoil her. "Message received, Ms. Gellar," he said playfully.
"Excellent," Caitlyn replied before adding, "How was your flight?"
"It was pretty productive. We worked on a few songs for the next album and sketched out some ideas for our tour set. Then Jason made us watch some bird documentary; Nate slept through most of it, and I sort of daydreamed while managing to look like I was paying attention."
"And what were you daydreaming about, Mr. Gray?" Caitlyn asked with a hint of amusement.
"Just some girl I know," Shane said vaguely.
"Really?" Caitlyn said smirking. "And what exactly was happening during this daydream?"
"Nothing I'm going to tell you over the phone," Shane said smugly.
"I'll tell you my daydream if you tell me your's," Caitlyn purred seductively.
"Not gonna happen," Shane answered. He liked the idea of hearing what she had to say, but he was working hard at not objectifying her; that wouldn't help his cause.
"Hey, wait, are you saying you're really not going to tell me?" Caitlyn replied sounding a little offended.
"Relax, Caity. I'd just rather wait and actually show you in person. I'm not that great with words."
"You write songs for a living," Caitlyn said incredulously. "What do you mean you're not good with words?" Shane glanced over at the partially completed song on his desk. "I'm starting to get a complex here. Are you sure you're attracted to me?" Caitlyn said it jokingly, but Shane could sense her genuine insecurity behind the jest.
"Caitlyn Gellar, you have nothing to worry about in that department. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They are like deep pools of warm chocolate. And your curls are adorable; they look so soft, and it takes a lot of self-control not to reach over and play with them whenever I'm near you. And you absolutely kill me with your dancer's body – you're both graceful and sensual whenever you move. And when I close my eyes, I can still feel your lips on mine which does some amazing things to my body. Even hearing your voice turns me on," Shane said huskily.
He could hear Caitlyn swallow on the other end of the phone. "Does that clear anything up for you?" he asked. When she still didn't reply, he asked, "Did I render you speechless, Gellar?"
"How long before you're back?" she finally muttered.
Shane laughed. "Thirteen days."
This time it was Caitlyn's turn to groan.
Two days after their phone conversation, Caitlyn received a package in the mail. She burst out laughing when she opened the envelope to find a t-shirt emblazoned with "New York is for Lovers".
