During the first song the blonde had pressed her back against the wall and closed her eyes to listen. The second soon had her feet wiggling back and forth while fingers drummed out the beat against her thigh. For the third she’d stood up, swayed with the music, and enjoyed the space backstage as she watched Brian do his thing. Valerie started to feel the effects of the pill while the fourth played out, a fuzzy kind of warmth that made her head feel so very light, floaty almost in the nicest possible way. By the fifth the sway had become a dance, as if she were out on the floor amongst the throng of people who equally bounced and girated to the sounds filling the establishment. Though it was during the sixth and final song that she began to lose herself to what coursed through her system and the dance became wildly enthusiastic as inhibitions melted around the edges.
Even if she momentarily ran her hands across her jeans and shirt. To an outsider it could seem provocative but in truth she was enjoying the feel of the fabrics, soft and coarse, against her fingertips.
”Brian!” It was a breathy whisper of delight when those arms wrapped around her. Valerie’s hands clasped over his and she leaned into his tall, strong frame as he lifted her off the ground. The scent of his sweat was like an earthly musk that clouded her senses. She giggled unabashedly as his lips tickled against her neck, arms splayed out as he spun around and Valerie grinned as the colours shifted and blurred together, some changing faintly in the briefest of flickers, like a cluster of stars twinkling back at her. “You were great up there.”
Once they’d stopped spinning Valerie wriggled free from his grasp just to turn and gaze up at him with a bright smile, pupils no doubt dilated until the colour barely remained as a slim outer circle. Which wasn’t really a new look for her, just different circumstances, in the dark while she patrolled she resembled most predators, at least in the eyes. Both hands lifted to glide across Brian’s chest, a motion she repeated on a loop for several seconds before announcing, “So those lessons did pay off after all.”
Valerie pushed up against him to take in a deep breath, her cheek rubbed affectionately against his ribcage before she pulled back to ask with excitement, “So what do we do now, what do you usually do after a gig?”
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Even if she momentarily ran her hands across her jeans and shirt. To an outsider it could seem provocative but in truth she was enjoying the feel of the fabrics, soft and coarse, against her fingertips.
”Brian!” It was a breathy whisper of delight when those arms wrapped around her. Valerie’s hands clasped over his and she leaned into his tall, strong frame as he lifted her off the ground. The scent of his sweat was like an earthly musk that clouded her senses. She giggled unabashedly as his lips tickled against her neck, arms splayed out as he spun around and Valerie grinned as the colours shifted and blurred together, some changing faintly in the briefest of flickers, like a cluster of stars twinkling back at her. “You were great up there.”
Once they’d stopped spinning Valerie wriggled free from his grasp just to turn and gaze up at him with a bright smile, pupils no doubt dilated until the colour barely remained as a slim outer circle. Which wasn’t really a new look for her, just different circumstances, in the dark while she patrolled she resembled most predators, at least in the eyes. Both hands lifted to glide across Brian’s chest, a motion she repeated on a loop for several seconds before announcing, “So those lessons did pay off after all.”
Valerie pushed up against him to take in a deep breath, her cheek rubbed affectionately against his ribcage before she pulled back to ask with excitement, “So what do we do now, what do you usually do after a gig?”