Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

One for the money and two for the show

"What did you think? Did you like it?" Kurt's voice was breathless, his skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights.

Faye didn't hesitate. She ran toward him, her eyes wide with admiration, as if she were gazing at a piece of art come to life. The energy between them crackled.

"Are you kidding me?" she was filled with awe. "This has to be the best song debut I've ever seen at one of your concerts!"

His expression softened with relief. "Really?" The weight of the performance still clinging to him.

"I'm deadly serious, honey. You were incredible—I mean, I've caught snippets here and there of that song, but..." she shook her head, words failing her. "I don't know what to say, it's unbelievable."

Their foreheads met, and as if by instinct, their lips followed, meeting in a kiss that was both tender and charged with the adrenaline of the moment. The connection between them felt unbreakable, a bond forged in the heat of a shared experience and raw emotion.

The clamor of the audience grew louder, swelling into a unified demand for more. The sound was almost deafening, a roar that filled the entire venue and echoed off the walls.

"I guess they agree with me." Faye said with a soft grin, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. There was a spark of playful pride in her eyes, a reflection of the crowd's fervor.

Kurt glanced back at the stage, the noise of the crowd washing over him like a wave. He could feel their anticipation, their hunger for more, and it sent a thrill through him. He turned back to Faye, his smile widening.

"Guess I better not disappoint them, then," he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. "But I'll be thinking of you out there."

With one last lingering kiss, Kurt pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers until the very last moment. 

Faye stood there, her heart pounding in time with the beat of the music still echoing in the venue. She watched the band take place once more. The audience's energy was infectious, and Faye could feel it seeping into her, lifting her spirits even higher.

The encore was nothing short of perfection: "School," "Dive," "Territorial Pissings," and "Silver" reverberated through the venue. Faye sang every lyric with all the power in her lungs, fully immersed in it. This was the best concert she had ever experienced—no questions about it.

"This is something else," Amy mused beside her, still caught up in the afterglow of the performance.

"They're so special." Faye agreed, glancing at her friend before her eyes found Kurt once again as he approached.

"Baby, you're otherworldly," she breathed, completely captivated by his presence.

"You know, I did those three first songs in the encore for you. I know how much you like them."

Faye's heart swelled with emotion, and she leaned in for a kiss. It started timidly, a gentle brush of lips, but quickly escalated.

"Hey," Kurt murmured between kisses, "we're having this get-together with the bands here at the hotel. But that's not the best part."

"Oh, really?" Faye replied with a flirtatious smile, intrigued by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, really," he confirmed, his lips finding hers again. "Each band gets a room, and the guys said we could have ours."

"What do you have in mind?" 

"Whatever you have in mind," Kurt replied with a grin, his hands sliding around her waist as he casually turned back toward the group of people gathering nearby.