Page 76 of Falls From Grace
The chorus hit and Savannah didn’t look away from her face as their heated, longing lyrics spilled from them before a crowd of tens of thousands. Their lower bodies were just about touching, Brynn’s thigh almost between Savannah’s. They were so close she could smell the soft hit of perfume on her skin and her knees almost gave way. The minutes of the song slipped away, Brynn drinking in the sight she’d been longing for, for almost a year: Savannah looking back at her with all-out desire.
For a moment, she forgot it was a performance, until all of a sudden the music was fading out. It was over. Their farewell hug was choreographed too, though not the part where she leaned in close and murmured into her ear above the roar, the last move she would ever make for Savannah Grace.
“I will be sorry for the rest of my life. And I will love you for the rest of my life.” Savannah jerked slightly at her words. “If you need to take until we’re seventy to forgive me, I will drop everything and everyone to be with you when you do. But jesus, Savannah, I hope you don’t wait that long.”
She slipped out of Savannah’s arms and left the stage, waving to the crowd and fighting sudden tears. She could still see Savannah’s face on the big screen staring out over the crowd, her eyes wide and unreadable, her lips parted.
She returned to the wings, her hands trembling. She’d left Savannah with no doubts whatsoever as to her ongoing feelings and intentions toward her. She’d given it her absolute best shot. But while she’d seen unmistakable yearning in Savannah’s eyes when they sang, she had no idea if her feelings made one speck of difference.
On stage, as the cheers finally died down, Savannah stood absolutely still. The intensity in the crowd began to grow the longer she stood in silence. The stage lights dropped down to black for several long seconds, then a light slowly grew up around her. When she began to sing, her voice was brittle with a cold rage. The hair on the back of Brynn’s neck stood on end. Beware The Fury grew louder, more frenetic, and Savannah howled with more desperate fury than Brynn had ever seen her. Her body bent and quivered with it, her voice contorting until the song hit its peak and she screamed herself ragged.
The lights shut out at the end of the song with a bang. It was the end of the set and the crowd collectively lost their minds. Savannah stalked off stage and stormed straight past her without sparing her a single glance.
Brynn stood there for an unknowable amount of time - the crowd chanting Savannah! Savannah! Savannah! - and felt icy cold. Savannah was furious with her. She’d crossed a boundary - using a professional moment to push a very personal agenda. She’d given it her all, but all she’d managed was to succeed in fucking it all up, all over again. Her chest felt like it was caving in. She suddenly realized she couldn’t stand there and watch for another second. She slunk off out of the wings, only - to her horror - to pass by Savannah herself, heading back to the stage for her encore. Their eyes met and Savannah’s gaze blazed into hers for a split second before they passed each other, and Brynn fled for her dressing room.
She could dimly hear the encore - a raucous performance of a song she somewhat recognised from the one and only time she’d played the album - followed by more crowd noise and then, eventually, relative quiet, before the corridor outside filled with noise, people’s voices, doors slamming, laughter, back slaps, high fives.
Brynn stayed slumped in her chair, avoiding her own gaze in the mirror. She’d never felt such a consuming mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she’d played the show of a lifetime and had smashed it. From here, the world was hers and a big part of her was over the moon. On the other hand, she’d lost Savannah for good this time. There was no more chance of redemption. She felt sick and immensely sad.
Someone knocked on the door. She stayed still, hoping that Noah or whatever industry type who wanted to talk to her would go away. They knocked again, insistent. Brynn sighed and tried to rearrange her face to look mildly less devastated.
“Come in.” Her voice sounded tired, even to her. She looked up as the door opened to see a sparkle of gold as Savannah slipped inside. She froze still. Savannah closed the door behind her and then, with her eyes on Brynn’s, she reached over and slowly clicked the lock.
She stepped out of her towering heels and sauntered in bare feet all the way over to Brynn’s chair. Brynn stopped breathing altogether, staring up at her as Savannah slipped in front of her and pushed herself up on the dressing room bench before her, her bare legs almost touching Brynn’s knees. She looked back down at Brynn sitting before her. Her gaze looked dangerous. Brynn stared at her like an apparition.
“Savannah…” Her voice came out husky, her heart pounding at how close she was. “What are you doing?”
Savannah leaned back on her hands and looked at her from under her long lashes.
“I’m alone with you in your dressing room, in a very tiny sexy dress, and I just locked the door,” she emphasized, her voice low. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Brynn’s brain short-circuited.
For three whole seconds, she just stared, her eyes wide. Then a sound escaped her that was almost a growl as she pushed herself up out of her chair and slid her hands into Savannah’s hair and kissed her hot mouth desperately. Savannah drew her in with a gasp, arching against her, wrapping her legs around Brynn’s hips and pulling her in hard, kissing her back with ferocity. They kissed each other roughly, wildly, until Brynn pulled back to bend her head and taste the salt of Savannah’s skin, hungrily kissing and licking at her throat, breathing in the sweat of her body post performance and biting down on her gleaming shoulder. Savannah whimpered and bucked.
“Don’t make me wait,” she begged, lifting her hips, and Brynn’s vision went white for a moment before her hands slipped under the sparkle of the dress to tug the scrap of silk that passed as Savannah’s underwear down and off. Savannah moaned with approval and pulled her in hard again, their mouths a clash of wet heat.
“I’ve waited a year for this.” Brynn pulled back, her heart going a million miles an hour, her breathing erratic. “You can wait another damn minute, so I can have you the way I want you.” She roughly tugged the top of the golden dress down until suddenly Savannah’s breasts were bare before her.
Savannah gasped and Brynn moaned at the sight, burying her face in the feverishly hot skin before her, licking, sucking then biting at one hard nipple and then the other, making Savannah cry out and arch her back, pressing herself desperately against Brynn’s mouth for more.
Savannah pulled back with a ragged gasp and her fingers grappled with the button that held Brynn’s suit jacket together, the expensive garment hitting the floor as Savannah stared at her in the skimpy black lace bra the stylist had given her. Her pupils dilated as her eyes raked down her torso, her gaze hungry, her lips parting.
“Oh god, I need you now,” she whimpered, pulling Brynn back in close, raking her fingernails hard into her naked back. Brynn let her own fingers trace slowly, disbelievingly, up the insides of Savannah’s smooth thighs, feeling her convulse in anticipation. Brynn wanted her desperately - had wanted her for so long - and having her like this was beyond her wildest dreams, but-
“Are you here to hate-fuck me?” The words fell out her mouth, even as her hands stayed where they were. Savannah gaped at her, her thighs trembling.
“Actually,” she said slowly, “I was under the impression we were making love.”
Now it was Brynn’s turn to gape. Her hands slipped higher.
“But,” she couldn’t comprehend it, “right after our duet you sang Beware the Fury like you wanted to murder somebody.”
Savannah looked at her with what suddenly seemed like incredible affection.
“Because that was the set list?” she pointed out. “Besides, I needed somewhere to put all that pent up energy after you eye-fucked me on stage in front of a stadium crowd.”
Brynn’s fingers moved again, tracing the crease where her thighs met her body and Savannah shuddered.
