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muserevival2016-07-29 03:18 pm
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124.6. Picture Prompt
Champagne Toast
nsfw
Every Broadway performance Reecy did as Velma Kelly in Chicago, she was sure she would never tire of the role. It never failed to feel exciting and fresh. Her co-star was amazing, and the rest of the cast were dripping in talent and theatre experience. A lot of the time, she couldn't believe this was her life. Career-wise, her life was en-pointe.
Everything else? She still wasn't quite sure. Her love life had crashed and burned. She didn't miss it. How could you miss something that was barely hanging on by a sliver by the time she chose to put it out of its misery? Her social life had boiled down to father-daughter nights with her dad, and dates with gay guys trying to go out and meet some new people so she wasn't sitting at home alone. She had found a great new apartment in walking distance of the theatre district, and she had been able to afford the deposit on it to buy it. She was officially successful enough to own her own place. It felt exhilarating.
That night, she dodged her Stage Door obligations. She was going to go home and indulge in a lot hot bubbly bath with candles and a face mask. She wasn't going to let herself think about how lonely she was at all. She refused to be THAT sort of single person. It was just relearning how to own her independence again.
She was already raking her fingers through her hair to ruffle out some of the hairspray holding her hair in the slick Velma Kelly bob for the encore. When she walked into her dressing room, it was impossible to miss the giant bouquet of pink long-stemmed roses. There had to be at least three dozen of, if not more. Next to it was a helium balloon declaring 'CONGRATULATIONS' and on her dresser, a couple of flutes of champagne with the bottle sitting in an ice bucket beside it.
With a blink of confusion, she walked over to smell the roses and then picked up the champagne bottle to inspect it. It was freaking Cristal. Who would be leaving her flowers? What the hell was the balloon for? She couldn't think of a single thing the congratulations could be for, and assumed these had been delivered to the wrong dressing room. Then from behind her, the extremely familiar song of Brown Eyed Girl started to play.
She whipped around, and there in the doorway holding his phone playing the music, arms loosely crossed and that winning smile on his lips was Craig. Craig, her tall, dark and handsome cowboy from Arkansas... Fin's uncle. The one she had an extremely passionate fling with when she had gone to Texas with her dad and Sawyer to watch Fin ride in the rodeo. The song was what had been playing on his truck radio when they had a hot a hot and passionate fuck in the backseat.
"What are you doing here?!" Reecy squealed, and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him. It might have been just a fling they had, but she had followed it up with secretly flying back out to Arkansas two weeks after it for a repeat performance. They had been sexting each other ever since, but still, she kept it completely hushed because her dad, Sawyer, and Fin didn't know what she had done. There had been a level of guilt because it had been Fin's almost-uncle. Pretty much completely, save for the fact his mom and Craig's brother, Chris, hadn't married but had been together for many years, since Fin was barely out of diapers.
Craig caught her, lifting her up and spinning her around in a circle with ease. That was what you could achieve were you were a ripped cowboy god with a smile that wouldn't quit. "Came to see you! What else would I be here for?" he laughed.
"Nothing at all to do with the fact your nephew landed in the hospital, by chance?" Reecy threw back with a laugh of her own.
"That too," Craig admitted with a grin. "But what would a trip to New York be if I couldn't do a little sightseeing?" He let her down, still holding her securely around the waist. He let his eyes drop, sweeping over her body with a whistle of appreciation. "Definitely not disappointed on that front."
Reecy was still grinning, because he just had this infectious personality. Of course, it had been his good looks that drew her in initially at the rodeo. She had been horny and surrounded by hot cowboys in tight genes and boots. It had been impossible not to appreciate the experience. Craig had zeroed in on her and started flirting with her easily back then. It was so easy to reciprocate. At that point, she had felt starved for lighthearted flirtation and affection. It hadn't taken long for one thing to lead to another.
She did a little turn on the spot, holding her hands out, showing off her slinky Velma costume from the final number. "You like?" she joked.
"Oh, I like," Craig confirmed, pulling her pup flush against his body. "And I'm glad I don't have to share it with a million fellow tourists right now."
"So, what's the congrats for? Being a top NYC tour guide?" Reecy asked. Her arms looped around him in the embrace, and her hands swept down his body so she could grab his ass and give it a firm squeeze. He was in tip-top shape, and why the hell shouldn't she appreciate that if he had gone to all this trouble to come see her?
Craig was nuzzling his nose in against her cheek, littering some teasing kisses there. "For winning a Tony, of course. I watched you on TV in that gorgeous dress that hugged every curve like a boss. I had to jerk off three times in the shower that night. All I could think about was your hands and lips wrapped around my cock while you wore that dress and I ripped you out of it."
Oh, yeah. Craig also knew how to dirty talk like a boss. Reecy was a goner. What was she going to do? Tell him it was nice to see him and suggest they go and get a Big Mac? Hell no. She turned her head and caught his lips in a kiss. He backed her up against the dresser and just missing the bouquet of roses, lifted her up to be sitting on the edge of it. The kiss didn't break.
"Fuck..." she through a sharp gasp against his lips. He had hitched up the hem of her costume and his fingers slipped between her legs. She couldn't stifle the whimper of pleasure that escaped. It was a miracle she didn't come on the spot. Her head dropped back and he kissed down her throat, sucking briefly on her earlobe and then nipped gently at the pulse point of her throat.
The song was still playing, but she was barely hearing it. His fingers worked expertly and her breathy moans were only encouraging their plight. This close to a show was certainly better than any freaking encore she had worked. His other talented hand had cupped her breast and it felt like there was a sensory explosion through her body. His lips travel from her throat down to her cleavage and she felt his tongue sweep over the plains of her chest. The only words she could manage were a couple of breathless expletives. She wanted and needed this so badly.
Then he was between her legs, and his tongue was beyond talented. It was genius expert levels, she was sure of it. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she bit down on her lip to stop herself crying out. Oh, he definitely had a way with foreplay. Which is exactly what this was. Little did she know initially was that he wouldn't be satisfied on simply going down on her. As soon as he got her off, he went right onto fucking her deeply right there on her dresser. Three orgasms later, her relaxing bubble bath and alone time was nothing but a distant memory.
And she didn't have a single damn regret about any of it.
Reecy Chester
{ Original Character }
Every Broadway performance Reecy did as Velma Kelly in Chicago, she was sure she would never tire of the role. It never failed to feel exciting and fresh. Her co-star was amazing, and the rest of the cast were dripping in talent and theatre experience. A lot of the time, she couldn't believe this was her life. Career-wise, her life was en-pointe.
Everything else? She still wasn't quite sure. Her love life had crashed and burned. She didn't miss it. How could you miss something that was barely hanging on by a sliver by the time she chose to put it out of its misery? Her social life had boiled down to father-daughter nights with her dad, and dates with gay guys trying to go out and meet some new people so she wasn't sitting at home alone. She had found a great new apartment in walking distance of the theatre district, and she had been able to afford the deposit on it to buy it. She was officially successful enough to own her own place. It felt exhilarating.
That night, she dodged her Stage Door obligations. She was going to go home and indulge in a lot hot bubbly bath with candles and a face mask. She wasn't going to let herself think about how lonely she was at all. She refused to be THAT sort of single person. It was just relearning how to own her independence again.
She was already raking her fingers through her hair to ruffle out some of the hairspray holding her hair in the slick Velma Kelly bob for the encore. When she walked into her dressing room, it was impossible to miss the giant bouquet of pink long-stemmed roses. There had to be at least three dozen of, if not more. Next to it was a helium balloon declaring 'CONGRATULATIONS' and on her dresser, a couple of flutes of champagne with the bottle sitting in an ice bucket beside it.
With a blink of confusion, she walked over to smell the roses and then picked up the champagne bottle to inspect it. It was freaking Cristal. Who would be leaving her flowers? What the hell was the balloon for? She couldn't think of a single thing the congratulations could be for, and assumed these had been delivered to the wrong dressing room. Then from behind her, the extremely familiar song of Brown Eyed Girl started to play.
She whipped around, and there in the doorway holding his phone playing the music, arms loosely crossed and that winning smile on his lips was Craig. Craig, her tall, dark and handsome cowboy from Arkansas... Fin's uncle. The one she had an extremely passionate fling with when she had gone to Texas with her dad and Sawyer to watch Fin ride in the rodeo. The song was what had been playing on his truck radio when they had a hot a hot and passionate fuck in the backseat.
"What are you doing here?!" Reecy squealed, and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him. It might have been just a fling they had, but she had followed it up with secretly flying back out to Arkansas two weeks after it for a repeat performance. They had been sexting each other ever since, but still, she kept it completely hushed because her dad, Sawyer, and Fin didn't know what she had done. There had been a level of guilt because it had been Fin's almost-uncle. Pretty much completely, save for the fact his mom and Craig's brother, Chris, hadn't married but had been together for many years, since Fin was barely out of diapers.
Craig caught her, lifting her up and spinning her around in a circle with ease. That was what you could achieve were you were a ripped cowboy god with a smile that wouldn't quit. "Came to see you! What else would I be here for?" he laughed.
"Nothing at all to do with the fact your nephew landed in the hospital, by chance?" Reecy threw back with a laugh of her own.
"That too," Craig admitted with a grin. "But what would a trip to New York be if I couldn't do a little sightseeing?" He let her down, still holding her securely around the waist. He let his eyes drop, sweeping over her body with a whistle of appreciation. "Definitely not disappointed on that front."
Reecy was still grinning, because he just had this infectious personality. Of course, it had been his good looks that drew her in initially at the rodeo. She had been horny and surrounded by hot cowboys in tight genes and boots. It had been impossible not to appreciate the experience. Craig had zeroed in on her and started flirting with her easily back then. It was so easy to reciprocate. At that point, she had felt starved for lighthearted flirtation and affection. It hadn't taken long for one thing to lead to another.
She did a little turn on the spot, holding her hands out, showing off her slinky Velma costume from the final number. "You like?" she joked.
"Oh, I like," Craig confirmed, pulling her pup flush against his body. "And I'm glad I don't have to share it with a million fellow tourists right now."
"So, what's the congrats for? Being a top NYC tour guide?" Reecy asked. Her arms looped around him in the embrace, and her hands swept down his body so she could grab his ass and give it a firm squeeze. He was in tip-top shape, and why the hell shouldn't she appreciate that if he had gone to all this trouble to come see her?
Craig was nuzzling his nose in against her cheek, littering some teasing kisses there. "For winning a Tony, of course. I watched you on TV in that gorgeous dress that hugged every curve like a boss. I had to jerk off three times in the shower that night. All I could think about was your hands and lips wrapped around my cock while you wore that dress and I ripped you out of it."
Oh, yeah. Craig also knew how to dirty talk like a boss. Reecy was a goner. What was she going to do? Tell him it was nice to see him and suggest they go and get a Big Mac? Hell no. She turned her head and caught his lips in a kiss. He backed her up against the dresser and just missing the bouquet of roses, lifted her up to be sitting on the edge of it. The kiss didn't break.
"Fuck..." she through a sharp gasp against his lips. He had hitched up the hem of her costume and his fingers slipped between her legs. She couldn't stifle the whimper of pleasure that escaped. It was a miracle she didn't come on the spot. Her head dropped back and he kissed down her throat, sucking briefly on her earlobe and then nipped gently at the pulse point of her throat.
The song was still playing, but she was barely hearing it. His fingers worked expertly and her breathy moans were only encouraging their plight. This close to a show was certainly better than any freaking encore she had worked. His other talented hand had cupped her breast and it felt like there was a sensory explosion through her body. His lips travel from her throat down to her cleavage and she felt his tongue sweep over the plains of her chest. The only words she could manage were a couple of breathless expletives. She wanted and needed this so badly.
Then he was between her legs, and his tongue was beyond talented. It was genius expert levels, she was sure of it. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she bit down on her lip to stop herself crying out. Oh, he definitely had a way with foreplay. Which is exactly what this was. Little did she know initially was that he wouldn't be satisfied on simply going down on her. As soon as he got her off, he went right onto fucking her deeply right there on her dresser. Three orgasms later, her relaxing bubble bath and alone time was nothing but a distant memory.
And she didn't have a single damn regret about any of it.
{ Original Character }