The Punk's Princess

Twenty-Two

This whole chapter is steamy (there's of course fluff too. I can't write smut without the fluff). You've been warned.
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Bosco waited patiently, or at least tried to, for the band's hair stylist to finish taming her girlfriend's hair for the concert. Once she had walked away to work on Lux, Bosco happily went over to Daya and swung a leg over her hips, taking her rightful spot on her lap.

Daya smiled, her arms settling around Bosco's waist. "I told you it wouldn't take that long." She pressed a kiss to her forehead, leaving behind a lipstick stain. "You're so cute."

Bosco giggled, covering her blushing face with her hands before leaning her head against her shoulder. She looked over at the other side of the room, finding Camden in the same position she was in but with Rosé.

"You're gonna be just fine, hun. Stop stressing so much." Rosé told her, trying to apply her lipstick without disturbing the girl in her lap.

"You know I can't just do that. My vocals aren't as perfect as I want them to be and my audition is in two days." Camden huffed, going limp in her girlfriend's hold. "I hate my job."

"No you don't." Rosé had to supress her giggles.

"...No I don't." Camden sighed.

Tonight was Camden's last night joining them on the tour for a bit. She would be flying back home to New York in the morning for her audition, and Bosco was going to miss her. She really enjoyed having her and Gigi there to kinda guide her. It almost felt like a sisterhood. The sisterhood of girlfriends of punk girls.

Daya stood up from her seat, making Bosco squeak as she was lifted up with her. She held onto her shoulders, squeaking again when Daya hoisted her up higher and moved her hands to the back of the smaller girl's thighs. "Where are we going?-"

"Just somewhere a little more private. I need to do something." Daya said as they left the dressing room, waiting for techs to pass by before maneuvering her way through the backstage area. Controlling herself on the tour bus was hard, and she didn't want to go out onstage completely pent up.

Bosco held onto her shoulders, a confused expression on her face. "What do you need to-" She didn't have time to finish her question before Daya turned a corner and held her up against a wall. Bosco's eyes snapped open wide, looking down at her girlfriend who kept her hoisted up. "...Hi."

Daya huffed but laughed a little, leaning her head forward against Bosco's chest to nuzzle against it. "I'm trying to be hot and you're just being cute."

Bosco giggled quietly, tangling her hands in Daya's hair and ruining the work the hairstylist had done on it in the process. She was highly aware of the way her girlfriend was so easily keeping her up, glancing down at her tatted biceps that made the fishnet top she wore strain against them. Bosco bit her lip, wrapping her legs tightly around the taller girl before gasping softly in surprise.

Daya pressed kisses against her chest, bringing one hand up to pull down the collar of Bosco's shirt. She pressed her body agaisnt hers to keep her in place against the wall, trailing her kisses upwards. She looked up into Bosco's eyes. "Is this alright?"

Bosco nodded quickly, her heart speeding up in her chest. She bit back a quiet whine when Daya's lips reached her neck. "W-What if someone catches us?-"

"That's part of the fun." Daya smiled, pressing her lips hard against Bosco's pulse point and biting down.

Bosco slapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet, her other hand gripping Daya's hair and forcing her head closer as her legs wrapped even tighter around her. "D-Daya-" She muffled herself.