The woman lifted her lips away from the cherry red ones before her, snaking a soft hand down the owner of those lips' face. The lips pulled into a smirking smile, a cigarette finding its way to them. She didn't like smoking but she did it anyway, it tended to have the people around her screaming with simp-ish delight and she could never pass that up; she loves the attention. The woman went in for another kiss but the other pushed her away, gently, her hands resting on the broad shoulders of the brunette. That was enough. She let herself straighten up, taking steps backwards as she removed the fag from her mouth, squishing the butt out against her hand, ignoring the burning sensation, then chucking the crinkled cigarette into the crowd of people. There was an uproar of joyish screams as ppl tried to obtain the useless thing. It made the redhead smile, running a strong hand through her thick, curled, scarlet-red hair. Her eyes fluttered over the crowd before her, finding most faces blurred out in the dark.
She let out a joyish giggle to herself as she dug into her skirt pocket, removing a firey orange pick, pressing it between two fingers. She pressed her fingers down on the thick bass string, their metal shape oddly warm against her roughened fingertips. She continued to let her eyes wonder, finding her guitarist, who stood with a smirk on his face, watching her, his deep earth brown eyes reading 'you done wallowing in your fame yet, Red?'. She let herself give him a sharp toothed grin, ready for the next song, ready to let the crowd claw at her feet. They were covering her favourite band. And, so, she was overly energized by the fact she was playing along to her favourite songs, creating the bass lines of which it all sat on. My iron lung. That's the song they're playing next, if she remembered correctly. She let her top teeth run over her bottom lip as she readjusted her footing, eyes scanning over the crowd, picking out what faces she could as the drumsticks hitting began to count them into play. This is why she lives.
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Out of touch (A Kiribaku fanfic♡)
FanfictionHer eyes shone, as they locked onto the blondes face. The blonde crossed her hands over her bare chest, feeling overly exposed, as the red-head stood there before her... and yet, to her somewhat disappointed relief, she was glad the taller woman did...
