Immortal's End

Passion (18.)

[Third.]

What happens when you have two lovers and huge musical nerds locked in a Broadway theatre for a whole night?

If you answered, "Spend hours singing every broadway duet you can think of!" Congratulations, you're correct.

The pair took full advantage of the stage, belting out Defying Gravity and Dead Girl Walking, Circle of Life and A little fall of rain. Everything and any musical they could think of. They even did Sunrise and Champagne from In the Heights. Because why the fuck not.

Occasionally, kisses would linger, laughter would ring in the empty hall. Music played through the sound system from her phone and they danced the night away. Of course, beside her phone was a bottle of rum and some cola and glasses.

"It's a dangerous... game..." They whisper to each other, the Jekyll and Hyde tune crossed off the list. He held her from behind, an arm around her waist and an arm around her shoulders, securing her body to his. The next song started, but they lingered in the moment, uncaring of the music. His lips pressed against her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to her ear.

"You know what would make you even sexier?" He whisperd, nibbling at her earlobe. She smiled, humming softly in respond. "If you knew how to rap." Her smile grew, giggles pouring from her lips.

"Noo, I can't rap to save my life, you know that, Sir." She replied. He groaned softly, burying his face in her skin, his grip on her tightening.

"God, don't call me Sir if you want to be able to walk tomorrow." He murmured, she bit her lip at the thought. "Because, I'm not above bending you over right here and taking you."

"On stage? I don't think you want to have such a lewd memory somewhere you'll need to be working." She purred, lifting her hands to his arm to try to free herself, but he simply unwrapped his arm from her waist, sliding it between their bodies to capture both of her arms behind her.

"Or, I think this is the perfect venue for my property to perform in, don't you think?" He arched her back, her chest pushed out with a delicious groan sounding from her.

"I'm more into private shows..." she struggled in his grasp, testing his grip. "Lin, come on..."

"Excuse me?" He growled in her ear. "Is that any way to address me?" He tugged her back, forcing her to arch further.

"Ahh.... I'm sorry, Sir, I'm sorry." She whimpered, forced to stand on her toes to accommodate the position she's in.

"Much better. It feels like so long since I've put you in your place." His breath made her shiver, her thighs rub together to try to quell the growing ache, and he noticed. "I'll need to ease you back into things, won't I, gatita?"

"Yes, Sir." She answered without hesitation, though she would love to jump right back into it, he was right about easing her back into his control. Memories of how Daveed treated her tainted the thought of training, but she wasn't one to give up something she loved with someone she loves. He finally relaxed his grip, releasing her so she could turn around. She stayed close, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I trust you with all of me, Sir. I'm not afraid of you."

"You will never need to fear me, my sweet girl. My beautiful woman. My gatita. I will never abuse you. I will never take advantage of you." He held her tightly, hugging her firmly to his chest.

"I know, I know." She whispered, nuzzling into his shoulder. They swayed together, dancing to whatever played over the speakers. She felt safe.

They went to the roof at dawn, the sunrise peeked over the building, the daylight fading into the shine of time square. The pair was preoccupied with each other, though, foreheads touching, sharing in rhythmic sounds of New York. Eyes closed. No words. He was first to make a move, pressing his lips to hers softly. Nothing demanding or forceful. Only love and care. She sighed, returning the affection lazily. A blanket laid out under them kept them warm from the cold rooftop metal. He held her close, laid on his side with her on her back beside him. Her head laid on a pillow with his arm draped over her stomach, his fingers idly drawing shapes on her skin.

"Te amo, mi gatita." He whispered against her lips, kissing her firmly.

"I love you, Sir." She murmured back, placing her hand on his. Their fingers interlock.

Everything was perfect.

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07/29/17
Allo! Two things! 1) yes, they'll fuck eventually, but I just wanted a cute lil fluff of them reconnecting. 2) I'm moving soon so updates might slow a little >.> can't help that. I mean, I've nearly written two books in two months, sooo.... I think I can afford to slow down. So yea. Don't hate me and leave your thought!

Who do you want her to bond with? Lin or Oak? Or someone else? (Unlikely, but hey! It could happen)

Peace! Ches💙