My little devil

epilogue part 2

Seven Months Later

Lisa sat in front of the stage watching Rosé in awe. The blonde's movements were precise, perfect, each one telling a story. Rosé danced on that stage and the world didn't matter. Lisa couldn't take her eyes off her. She was enthralled.

This was the first time Lisa got to witness Rosé dancing outside of the club. Sure, Lisa had seen Rosé practicing this exact routine, but watching the final performance was something else entirely. Rosé was a magnificent dancer. She moved on her pointe shoes gracefully and sensually, her eyes stuck to Lisa's gaze the entire time. It was as if they were the only ones in that theatre. Just Rosé dancing for Lisa. An angel ripping the breath out of Lisa's lungs with a performance so enticing it made Lisa want to carry her off that stage, take her to the dungeon and tear that black leotard off.

Rosé knew what she was doing to Lisa. Every now and then, throughout the routine, Lisa noticed a tiny smirk hidden behind Rosé's concentrated features.

The little devil was being a tease. And Lisa was giddy thinking about how this was the perfect excuse to punish her little troublemaker when they got home.

Lisa pulled out her vintage Nikon F2 and began to shoot. She wanted to capture this moment forever. It reminded Lisa of their first night in the dungeon.

That night felt like a lifetime ago.

And now here they were, months later, experiencing life together and learning something new about the other with each passing day. Even through the ups and downs, their bickering and disagreements -and oh boy there were a lot of those- Lisa found herself falling more in love with Rosé every second, every minute, every hour. Rosé was such a bright star in Lisa's life. There was never a dull moment with her. She was the most extraordinary person Lisa had ever met.

The audience erupted into cheers, waking Lisa from her reverie.

She stared up at Rosé and the blonde smiled down at her. Lisa began clapping along with the rest of the theatre crowd. She felt a wetness on her cheeks and when she touched her face she realized she'd been crying. These were tears of joy. Lisa simply couldn't believe how lucky she was.

Lisa headed backstage when the show was over. It was frantic. Everybody was moving about, cleaning up and clearing out the stage.

She was looking for Rosé when someone tapped her shoulder.

"Are you lost, gorgeous?" Lisa turned around to find a long-haired brunette woman smirking at her.

"I'm looking for Rosé. Rosé Park," Lisa said. She tried not to look too annoyed with the woman that was clearly trying to hit on her.

"Ah. Gotcha. All the dancers are down that hall"-the woman pointed to the hall on Lisa's right-"last door on the left... I could take you if you want... just to make sure you don't get lost." There was that smirk again.

Does this woman think Lisa's a moron? "That won't be necessary. I'm sure I can manage," said Lisa.

"Oh I'm sure you can... to be honest, I was just using that as an excuse... I-uhm -wanted to ask you out." The woman smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck, her confident demeanor from seconds ago now faltering. "I think you're stunning."

Lisa kept a calm composure, her face unreadable, even though she was annoyed. She hated being hit on. "I'm flattered, but I'm not interested," she said casually.

"Well..."-the woman pulled out a card and placed it inside the pocket of Lisa's suit jacket "here's my card in case you change your mind." She winked at Lisa. "So how come you're looking for Rosé? Is she your friend or something?"