Fever For You

You Want It, I Got It

Leigh Anne was whimpering as his hand wandered along her skin, taking the time to map out her body, purposely driving her crazy simply because he had the ability to. She had tried to call his name, rock her hips forward to encourage him to move faster, harder, give her exactly what she needed, but each attempt had just been met with a response to go slower, more painstakingly and she really thought she was going to lose her mind. His lips had yet to touch her, they just hovered over the skin that his hand had yet to explore, aided in making sure that every inch of her was getting it's own amount of attention, that no part of her was ignored, except the one place that she was begging for friction.

He looked up at her, knowing damn well what he was doing to her, and would simply smile. It wasn't meant as an apology, but just an acknowledgement. He had her right where he wanted her, under his control. And he probably always would. She would roll her eyes in response, try to act like she wasn't phased by this, but the act could only stick for so long as her body betrayed her in every way. She would have yanked him up by his chestnut curls by now, force her mouth upon his, give him a display of dominance that proved herself as an equal, as well as gave her some sort of retribution, but his other hand had pinned her wrists above her head and showed no sign of relenting any time soon. Damn her for thinking it was kinky, and unimaginably sexy.

“Leigh”

His voice sounded wrong. It wasn’t an octave lower than his already deep voice, it sounded nothing like the bedroom voice she was accustomed to. She looked down at him, an eyebrow raised, but all she saw was the smirk on his lips before he sunk down, finally letting her wrists go, using his hands to hook her legs over his shoulders, finally kissing her inner thigh before his lips gave her solace.

“Leigh!”

Ainsley nudging her brought her back to reality, and as much as she wanted to punch her, she knew better. She had been doing this all week, zoning out during rehearsals, simply because she couldn’t get a certain boy out of her head. And that was just because he kissed her cheek. “Fuck, sorry.” She went back to take her place, thankful that her and Ainsley had decided to get here early to run through the routine before everyone else showed up. They had a new set list and it was, to put is simply, a hell of a lot more scandalous than they had ever done before, and there were a lot of new elements being introduced, and they had practically the entire staff running doubles until it was deemed perfect. It would have been happening a lot faster if the star wasn’t slipping into her own world constantly.

Ainsley gave her an annoyed look, crossing her arms. “What the hell is with you? You’ve been weird all week, and if you keep fucking up I’m going to have to kill you.” Her tone was serious, but after a moment, she softened a bit. “Seriously, do we need like a sentimental moment right now? Because let’s get it over with, I have to teach like six people how to grind their asses properly before lunch.”

Leigh Anne ran a hand through her hair, sighing. She knew her friend meant well, but she did have a lot on her plate as well. This wasn’t the time for distractions, but she couldn’t help it. They hadn’t talked in about a week, not since he dropped her off at her flat, but he was still weaseling his way into her thoughts, and she was pretty sure she was going mad. “It’s nothing. Honest, I’m just anxious about this whole routine.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, this was pushing her limits in more ways than one, yes she could be sultry, but this was explicit in new ways. She was comfortable with herself, and she knew that this wasn’t being done just to have men be a pervert, there was a new club on the block and Bar None was going to have to step it up if it wanted to hold a candle to the competition, but seriously, this song and choreography was kicking her ass.

Ainsley shoved at her arm lightly. “Shut up and stop acting like you won’t rock this shit. I know you can do it, you’re just not right now. Just because you’re my favorite doesn’t mean that I won’t kick your ass if I need to.” The shorter girl smiled and shook her arms out. “Ok, one more time.” Leigh forced a smile, and a certain smirk out of her mind as she stood up, taking her starting position, and waiting for the count off.