No Strings

(partly smut)***

"Does it make you realise that I could top you?" I ask, she laughs. It's offensive.

"I don't think anything could make me believe that."

"I'm not that much of a bottom.." I protest, she starts to kiss my neck softly. I close my eyes and enjoy how she feels.

"You're pinned up against your closet in your own dressing room." She bites me, I exhale a little breath of arousal. "Listen to yourself. You're a bottom."

"Well... Only for you." I mumble, pushing her off of me. She looks at me in shock that I pushed her away. She makes me feel an exciting nervousness.

"You pushed me away?"

"I did.." I try to sound confident. She doesn't reply. She just looks at me, intimidatingly. She's going to do this until I crack. But I'm not going to crack... okay. I might. "I need to go and-" I start to make up some excuse

"Oh isn't that convenient?" She smiles, amused. I think she might be onto me. "Leaving just as you're trying to prove how brave you are."

"You're just.. obsessed with me." I tease, she laughs a little

"Oh am I?"

"Yes. And I need to get on with my day, actually." I tell her, she smiles.

"Sure you do. I'll catch you later, since I'm so obsessed with you."

"I'm sure you will." I open the door "Are you staying?"

"Yeah I'll just hang here whilst you're busy."

"Alright. See you later, Lizzy."

"Goodbye Marina. Now go." She smirks. She knows that I like looking at her too much to leave right away.

"Okay okay, going. Bye."

For the next hour or so, I spend time making sure that absolutely everything is ready for tonight. Performing is incredible, but to me, each show is still just as nerve wracking as the last, so I have to have everything in perfect order. I can't have anything or anyone distract me from the nights itinerary.

I make my way to my dressing room to change for tonight and to check on Lizzy. I'll make sure not to let her distract me. My support act is on the stage right now.

"Hey, you been okay?" Lizzy asks as soon as I walk in. I nod a little, shutting the door behind me.

"Just nervous as always" I admit "It's my first show in a while."

"Come on, you've been in the game longer than me." She smiles "No way you're nervous.."

"Well I am. Anything could go wrong." I say, she shakes her head

"Not under your supervision. I'm sure you have everything perfect."

"I do, but perfect might not be good enough."

"Shut up.. It sounds like you need me to take your mind off it, huh?" She says, I narrow my eyes at her.

"Are you flirting with me? At a time like this?" I ask, she smirks

"Maybe. Wouldn't hurt, would it?"

"You're a distraction.." I smile a little "We really shouldn't start anything now, I'm on stage in about half an hour."

"Do you not think I can make you cum that quick?" She asks teasingly, locking my dressing room door. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up with excitement.

"You're unfair, this is a bad idea.. What if I'm late on the stage? I'm never late.." I say, she just holds the side of my face and trails her long nails down my arm.