Ariana Imagines

#82: It's So Wonderful

   I looked across the dance floor, looking for a new friend. Work tonight seemed different than usual. The hottest females showed up, alcohol was flowing heavily, the music seemed better than before. It was a good night to be performing, espically to catch the attention of the women here tonight. "Hey." I smirk to myself before I turn around to meet with the eyes of the speaker. A friend, a flirtatious one, though we never have been together alone. She is just a waitress and bartender at this club that I had come to know. "You're going on in 15 minutes." I nod and start making my way to my backstage room. "Wait!" I look back. "Coming to hang out later?" I smirk. "Maybe." I comment before rushing my way past the crowd the backrooms.

   As I am going down the halls of the backstage entertainment area, I notice the famaliar noises of moans. My hand now on the knob of my door, I look to the door infront of me. The artist name plastered on the front. I hear the girls moans, sudden noises of bangs on the wall. I roll my eyes and make my way into my room. I watch as my bandmates faces show annoyance. I sit down on the chair where the mirror is, I adjust the final touches before showtime. Suddenly the door barges open without warning. The short brunette stands there, our eyes instantly locking together. After a short time, I look around the room signaling for everyone to get out. They do. Than me and her are on our own. She still leans onto the doorframe, I take in the details of her. She is sweaty, her makeup is running slightly, her hair somehow still in place. She has her hand at her hip. "How are you?" she says her voice seeming worn out but still managing to sound sexy.

   "I'm fine, what do you want?" I say annoyance showing in my deep voice. "Calm down, I was just coming by to say... Their is a lot of good-looking women tonight. You don't have to be so worried about me." I roll my eyes. "What makes you think I'm worried about you sweetheart? I told you to lay off the drugs." I turn my body to open a middle counter to pull out a comb. "Ouch! That hurts!" she yells sarcastically. "Enough of this. It's over, I'm over it. Just get out." I say losing my patience. "You miss me. You really do." she says calming herself and changing her position on the doorframe. Suddenly I hear another voice coming from the door. "5 minutes!" the man's voice yells as he walks past. I sit in my chair silently for a couple of seconds, taking in her words. Knowing that she isn't completely wrong. I stand up from my chair, swinging the guitar over my body. I slowly walk towards her. "Yeah, I miss you. I've accepted that, have you?" I ask looking her up and down before leaving the room.

I get to the side of the stage where I am watching the end of a performance. I see my band on the other side. The act gets off stage, our name being next. We are announced and yells are heard from the small but big crowd. My band get's into their positions with their instruments. I stand in the front of the stage. I take in the eyes, yells, cheers of the crowd. Once I hear the signal that the group is ready behind me, we can start. Now it's my turn to give my signal. I keep my eyes wandering, my risqué feelings and thoughts creeping into my soul. I meet with the brown eyes I'd connected to only moments ago. "For you." I say making sure my eyes don't move anywhere else. My head bops to the side and the music starts, my fingers playing with the guitar.

   The song was sexual, seductive, something that usually wasn't completely acceptable to the manager. Though, I didn't care. Every song was by me, mean't something to me. The song I had sang to the girl who had once been mine, told a story. Mixed with sexual fantasies and desires, my eyes rarely left anywhere else. I continued staring into hers. The next few songs of our set were fun, sexy, and long. I had felt her staring all along but didn't return it this time, my famaliar teasing game coming into play. My exotic dancing and movements connected to the crowd, occasionally winking to females. The last note finished the rush, I start speed-walking off stage in the midst of the calming storm. Like lightning I was back in my dressing room, seconds later accompanied by the short brunette. Always seeming to know my whereabouts and the strange high feeling I get after my performance. Usually from personal connections or crazy energy.

   I take one quick glance at the girl as I stay seated before jumping up to pace around again. "Really? Don't play your games with me." she says angrily. "That's me baby." I scoff, she rolls her eyes and huffs. "Fuck that. Listen, I know you know you're right. I do miss you, I want to be with you I do. I really do. But it's hard when we both have issues." I chuckle. "I have issues?" I say comparing my problems to hers which I know well. She nods watching my sweaty body shedding the few articles of clothing. I smirk as I watch her watch me with her mouth parted open. "Hmm," I say walking nearer to her. "How do we fix the issue?" I say playing with her belt at her waist pulling her body to crash into mine. "W-We can't." she stutters taking her hand that landed on my chest behind her back shamefully. I raise an eyebrow at her. She takes a step back from me, gaining slight confidence. "Not like this." she shakes her head. I nod and slowly make my way to the seat at the mirror. I sit down, "So how?" I continue to stare into her eyes. After a couple of silent moments, her body is reconnected with mine.

   Her fast movements find her straddling my waist, her lips on mine.