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Stagefright	By : TrophyGirl Category: 1 through F > Forever Knight Views: 1435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The roar of the crowd was ringing in her ears as she watched him come down the steps of
the platform into the space under the stage. His once tiglacklack jeans hung loose around
his waist from the moisture his body had put out in the last two hours. He had tossed his
shirt off by the fourth song, and replaced it with a short, black and gold jacket over his
naked skin. He took off his guitar casually with one hand and gave it to his technician.
He was covered in sweat, his face and chest gleaming with it. He smiled when he saw her
holding out a towel to him.
"How did you get in here?" he asked. Ignoring the towel, he stepped in front
of her.
"I walked..." she shrugged.
"Gonna have to talk to security about that..." He rolled his eyes.
A huge fan was blowing air on the back of his neck, fanning his long dark curls out in
all directions. She reached up with the towel and he let her dab the sweat off his face,
closing his eyes.
"It was a good one tonight..." he murmured.
"It's always good...." she smiled.
The rest of the band was drying off and preparing to emerge to face the gauntlet of
adoring fans.
"Coming?" Called the tour manager.
The guitar player's wicked grin and beautiful eyes were on her.
"Nah...I'll wait to the crowd's out...you go on."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. She'll keep me safe. Won't you, querida?" he couldn't seem to
keep his dimples from showing, and it was infectious.
"Sure." she smiled
"I don't know about that. But at least you'll be in one piece when she's
through with you." As an after thought he added "I hope..."
"Go on. I'll be fine," he was looking at her.
"Okay, okay..."
They were alone. And he was standing so close to her. She could smell him. It
was too intense. She made a slight gesture to move away from him, but his hand closed
around her wrist. She made a small suprised sound in the back of her throat at the
contact.
"Stay..." he whispered. He brought her fingers to his lips and began to kiss
them one by one, his eyes locked on hers. She dropped the towel she had been holding, and
brought her other hand up to his chest, running it lightly over the still damp skin. A
fleeting thought came to her as she touched him, the image of velvet, and then it was gone
as his mouth covered hers. Words, if she had them at all, would have failed to describe
the feelings that coursed through her. Rather than try to make sense of it, she
surrendered to him. Hnsednsed it in her, this acceptance, and kissed her deeper. He drew
her to him with one arm around her waist, and she slid her arms around his neck, tangling
her hands in his hair.
"We shouldn't do this here..." she murmured against his lips, between kisses,
even as she pushed his jacket back over his shoulders to get to more of him. She could
still hear the voices of the fans, and of the security guards that surrounded the stage.
"You shouldn't talk so much...." he replied as he shrugged free of the
arms of his jacket and discarded it on a nearby chair.
She couldn't help but touch him. He was looking at her, waiting to see what she would
do. He stood motionless for a moment as she ran her hands down his chest and around to his
back, and pressed herself against him. She had wanted this for so long....
He kissed her neck, moving along the line of her jaw, she could hear his ragged
breathing as she moved against him, and she felt him slide his hands down her back to cup
her rear and pher her tighter to him. She sighed and murmured his name, way past caring
who was listening or who might walk in.
He pushed the stretchy fabric of her shirt up, to get at her breasts, deftly undoing
the clasp that lay between them. He pushed them together with his hands, teasing each one
of her nipples with his tongue. Just as she thought her knees would buckle, the back of
her hips came to rest on an equipment box that had yet to be removed. He pushed her back
on it with only the slightest pressure of his body, and his lips began a descent down her
stomach.
She tangled her hands in his hair again, and wrapped her legs around his back. He slid
her skirt up to her waist, and, pushing the crotch of her panties aside, buried his face
in her flesh. His tongue was surprisingly cool as he slid it inside her. She arched her
back and moaned in response. She raised up slightly on one elbow, so that she could look
at him, holding his hair back from his face. The sight of him was too much and she threw
her head back and bucked her hips against him, making soft, strangled noises in her
throat. His fingers found her and brought her over the edge as she whispered his name.
He stood up and untangled himself from her legs and smiled. Slightly embarassed, she
thought to pull her clothes down, but he stilled her with one hand and unbuttoned the fly
of his jeans with the other. He reached for her, pulling her to the edge of the case by
her hips.
With one hand, he placed himself inside her and began to move slowly, eyes closed in
concentration. She savored his thrusts as he buried himself inside her deeper with each
one. She felt the peak begin to rise inside her again and reached out for him. He pulled
her up to meet him, and she wrapped herself around him, pulling him into her deeper still.
"Jav...oh...please...yes..." she pleaded. He brought his hands to her face
cradling it in his leather clad palms. His fingertips played over her face, as he thrust
inside her again and again.
"Shhhhhh..." He whispered.
She grabbed his hand and took one of his fingers in her mouth and began to suck it,
running her tongue up and down it's length. A strangled moan escaped his lips and his
thighs began to tighten as she sensed him begin to reach for his release.
As her own orgasm began to wash over her, she barely noticed that his hand had covered
her mouth, clamping down a little tighter than passion would require. He buried his face
in her neck and the last concious though she was aware of was a sharp, stinging sensation
and the muffled sound of his pleasure. As the last contractions of her orgasm faded, her
heart stopped.
ithdithdrew from her, allowing her body to fall back onto the case and sighed. Picking
up a towel from a nearby table he wiped himself clean, ran a hanrossross the back of his
mouth, and then wiped that on the towel too. He threw the thread-bare and stained piece of
cloth over her body, not that it could possibly have covered her, but it was the
'respectable' thing to do. Not that he believed himself respectable, but he couldn't stand
the way their sightless, accusing eyes stared at him. His nerve endings were still raw as
he buttoned up his jeans. He jumped at the sound of a voice.
"All threw then Javy-wavy?"
"Yeah, Screed, all through."
Screed's loosely jointed body tumbled over to the case and lifted the towel from the
face of Vachon's latest meal.
"A right pretty one she was too, mate."
"Yeah...a damn shame..." his voice echoed as he pulled his jacket back on.
"Is the crowd gone?"
"Yeah, mate. All gone. Except a few malenky babe-chicks...rest of the birds flew
the coop, they did..." he replied "I'll take care of this for you then,
V-man..."
Valdez clapped Screed on the back heartily. "You do that, old friend. You do that.
He smiled "Right now, I believe I'll go meet my public.."
It was the same grin he had used on the girl earlier.
As he pulled the canvas back and stepped out a small chorus of squeals greeted him.
"Like music to my ears, man..." he mused to no one in particular "Music
to my ears..."
He smiled as his gaze fell on a tall, blonde. His smile was for them all, but his eyes
locked on hers as he took the scrap of paper and the pen that she was offering.
"And what's your name?"
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