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How many weeks had it been? She’d counted, but with Seraphine’s hand on her hip, the number didn’t seem to matter anymore. They stumbled through the hotel halls, neither of them willing to let go of the other to gain more stability. It had been much too long to be apart for any period of time.
“Your show was amazing,” Gwen said, trying to fight against the urge to sit quiet and stew in her own desire.
Seraphine laughed, a sound that could bring Gwen to her knees anytime, anywhere. “You think so? But you’ve seen so many of them, surely you’d get bored?”
“Bored?” How could she explain the way Seraphine captivated her, held her attention until she forgot how to breathe? The way she moved on stage, the way she poured her soul into her singing. When her eyes met the camera, Gwen always imagined she was looking right at her. “How could I ever get bored watching you?”
They weren’t quite to the room yet, and the wait was killing her. Guests hollered and music pounded through the walls around them. K/DA’s entourage partied late and partied hard.
“We mostly do the same songs though,” Seraphine said, leaning over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Gwen’s ear. She nearly shivered at the touch.
“But you’re not the same every time.”
“But we have choreography…” Seraphine trailed off, finally noticing the emotion in Gwen’s eyes. “You really missed me, huh?”
Gwen nodded, and walked a bit faster. If they didn’t get to their room soon, she wasn’t sure she could wait any longer.
“And I had to sit there and watch everyone else obsess over you after the show.” Gwen looked at her feet as they walked.
“Aww. Someone get a little jealous?” Seraphine teased, poking Gwen on the nose.
“No!” She crinkled her nose indignantly. “Actually, it makes me feel powerful. Like, all those people fawning over you, but I’m the one who gets you at the end of the night.”
Seraphine smiled. “And get me you do.” She swiped her room key in the door and they squeezed in.
The door had scarcely closed behind them before Seraphine was taking out her ponytail and shaking her long hair free. Gwen ran her fingers through the soft, fine hair as Seraphine pulled dozens of pins out.
Gwen moved to help her unzip her dress, but Seraphine grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as Seraphine shoved her onto the bed.
“Hey! Your dress!” Gwen complained. She didn’t want to have to mend it later.
But as Seraphine loomed over her, sliding her hands up Gwen’s skirt and caressing her thighs, Gwen forgot all about the potential work ahead of her. There was only one thought in her head, and it wasn’t work-related in the slightest.
“I’m not waiting to get out of this thing,” Seraphine said, voice low and filled with desire. Gwen froze, eyes wide as Seraphine reached up under her dress and slipped out of her underwear. She moved fast, almost recklessly as she kicked out of her shoes and straddled Gwen’s leg.
“Don’t get it messy-” Gwen began, but she knew it was much too late as soon as she felt Seraphine’s hot, wet folds against her thigh.
“I don’t care right now,” Seraphine breathed, leaning down to kiss Gwen in earnest.
It was their first real kiss in weeks, months. The tour had been long, and Gwen had been yearning for this moment the entire time. Watching Seraphine on television just didn’t cut it.
Her lips were soft, almost waxy. Gwen glanced over at the mirror; pink lipstick smeared across her mouth. But Seraphine didn’t give her time to wipe it off, she grabbed Gwen’s wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“I’ve been thinking about this every night since the tour started,” she said, pressing her hips down against Gwen’s thigh.
Gwen moaned louder than Seraphine. She tried to cover her mouth in embarrassment, but Seraphine still held her down, smiling wide.
“Oh? You like?” Seraphine teased, lifting her hips up before grinding her clit against Gwen’s soft thigh.
“Y-Yes…” Gwen whispered, turning her head away to hide her shame.
Seraphine leaned down, putting her mouth right next to her ear. “Good, because I’m not going to stop until I make a mess of you.”
She kissed Gwen’s neck before sitting back up, pulling her hair back and resuming her rocking motions. Gwen’s hands clapped against Seraphine’s thighs as she moved. She couldn’t stop staring. The way the dress cupped her breasts, neckline just deep enough to give the impression of cleavage. Seraphine always kept up her chaste, innocent persona when she toured with K/DA.
But Gwen knew better.
Seraphine’s sweet moans filled the hotel room as she continued to ride Gwen’s thigh, now slick with her arousal. Gwen didn’t know what to do with her hands, she just kept running them up Seraphine’s thighs, up to her waist and across her stomach and back down.
“Here, love,” Seraphine said, slipping a hand up Gwen’s skirt. Her fingers pressed against the soaking wet patch on Gwen’s underwear, and she blushed again.
Seraphine elected not to tease her about it. This time. She rubbed back and forth in the tiny circles she knew Gwen loved so much. She knew Gwen wouldn’t take long, she never did.
Gwen pushed up against Seraphine’s fingers as she worked, not bothering to muffle her moans. Seraphine looked down at her, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as she groaned with every stroke.
“Sera…” Gwen gasped, hand flying down to grab her by the wrist. She knew what she meant, she always knew exactly what she needed.
The combination of Seraphine’s gaze and her fingers proved too potent. A wave of warmth started in her toes and spread throughout her body, voice climbing higher and higher as she came.
Seraphine took her hand away when she finished, but didn’t stop grinding against her leg. Gwen looked up at her, resplendent in her stage outfit, and fell in love all over again.
“Promise you’ll never be gone that long again?” she asked, reaching up to caress her cheek.
Seraphine nodded, too preoccupied with the wet mess she was making of Gwen’s thigh to properly respond. She leaned forward, head sagging between her shoulders as a shiver ran through her body. And another. And another, until she collapsed on top of Gwen, sweaty and spent.
They laid together for a long while, the only sounds around them the faint music carrying through their walls.
Seraphine rolled off of her and groggily sat up. “Help me out of this dress, would you?”
Gwen got to work on the buttons, zippers, and other fasteners, cursing the designer’s penchant for complicated outfits. It was her, of course, but it didn’t stop her from muttering under her breath as she freed Seraphine from her fabric prison.
She was finally free, and Seraphine flopped onto the bed once again.
“My hair probably has at least a pound of hairspray in it and I’m way too sweaty to sleep,” she said. “Care to join me in the shower?”
Gwen couldn’t imagine wanting anything more.