As Floor was walking offstage with her bandmates, she saw a figure in the shadows and smiled.
"Hey, Tuo, I've gotta go do something, so I'll see you later, if that's okay?" she said. He nodded, and she quickly slipped away. As she neared the spot where the mysterious person was standing, a voice murmured,
"Hello, Floor." Two arms encircled her neck and a pair of soft lips met her own. Floor smiled into the kiss and embraced the other woman.
"Hey, Tarja. I missed you." Tarja gave a sigh and hugged her.
"I missed you too," she whispered into Floor's neck. Floor smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's go to my dressing room," she whispered. Tarja looked up at her, her green eyes glittering as she nodded. Floor let go of her, took her hand, and then led her through the halls back to her dressing room. She locked the door, then turned to face Tarja. She slammed the older woman against the wall, crashing their lips together. Her hand slid under Tarja's dress, crawling up her thigh to her panties. Tarja's hand found the bare skin at her back, above her corset. Floor shivered, and Tarja smiled seductively at her. She unbuttoned Floor's leather pants and pulled them down around her toned thighs. Floor's hand was still under her dress, continuing its wandering over her skin. Her other hand reached for the buttons at the front of her dress and began undoing them. The black fabric slid away as Floor pulled the dress's sleeves down around Tarja's arms, revealing her black bra and milky skin. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders like an inky waterfall. To Floor, she was the most beautiful woman in the universe. Tarja stared into her girlfriend's eyes and began untying the laces of Floor's corset. Floor pulled Tarja's dress down and dropped it to the ground in a puddle by her feet. She studied the body in front of her, petite and slender and perfect. And every inch of it hers, to love and touch, just as she was Tarja's. Her corset fell away and her breasts came into view, almost right at Tarja's eye level. Tarja leaned her head up a bit and kissed one of them. She could feel Floor's body temperature spike at that, her blood hot in her veins. She slid her hand into Floor's panties, slowly moving down toward her center. Floor moaned softly. She reached toward the light switch and flipped it, leaving the room in total darkness. Then she removed her boots and pants before pulling Tarja over to a couch at one side of the room and gently pushing her down onto it. She removed Tarja's panties and then straddled her hips, unclasping the smaller woman's bra. Tarja moaned as Floor pinched her nipple. She cupped Floor's breast with her hand, squeezing it gently. Floor moaned, and her hand found Tarja's center and began stroking it as Tarja moaned again.
"Floor..." Floor leaned down to kiss her, her tongue touching Tarja's lips, which parted. Their tongues fought for dominance as Floor entered Tarja in one smooth motion and began thrusting. Tarja threw her head back against the couch and gripped Floor's shoulders, her nails leaving little red half-moons on her girlfriend's pale skin.
"Remember MFVF back in 2013?" Floor murmured. Tarja nodded, her lips curving into a smile at the memory.
"Do I ever...I was sore for a week," she gasped, hardly able to speak. "Ah, my gosh, Floor!" Floor grinned, both at Tarja's comment about being sore and at her reaction to Floor quickening her thrusts.
"Tell me what we did after the show," she murmured.
"I can't," Tarja gasped, but her words quickly died in a scream as she came. Floor licked her fingers, savoring the taste of Tarja's juices. Tarja lay underneath her, breathing hard, her small, pale breasts heaving. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at Floor. "Ouch. You are rough."
"I'm sorry!" Floor said, suddenly worried that she'd hurt Tarja.
"No, I like it rough," Tarja said, sitting up. She embraced Floor, who quickly hugged her back. "But that doesn't mean I'm not a bit sore afterward." Floor grinned, her blue eyes twinkling.
