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Y’know, he murmurs, they say you’ve got a helluva voice. He stretches out long and catlike across rumpled sheets and folds his hands behind his head.
Do I? she asks, but he sees her lips curve into a half-smile in the reflection of her makeup mirror.
That’s what they say. They say it captivates people.
Hm. So, does it?
He shrugs, matching her smirk with one of his own. I dunno, he says casually, your voice is fine, I guess, I never really got the whole–-
A faux-indignant gasp, and she’s up from her chair and on top of him in the blink of an eye. One of her eyebrows quirks up -– Uh-oh, he chuckles –- and then her fingertips are darting across his belly, under his arms, reducing him to helpless laughter until he can finally manage a choked Uncle! uncle! She relents, giggling, and sits back onto his thighs; and despite the dim light emanating from her mirror, he can’t imagine a time she’s ever looked more radiant than she does now.
Truth is, he whispers, large, callused hands reverently tracing the outlines of her curves through her slip, I was captivated by you long before I heard you sing a single note.
She leans down and kisses him breathless.
Later, as he’s running his fingers through her disheveled curls, he says, I love you so much. You know that, right?
I’ll never leave your side, she mumbles sleepily.
Hey, sleepyhead, better get up soon. Your sound check’s in half an hour and, well… He swipes a thumb at the smudged crimson on her lower lip with a rakish grin. You may need to do some touch-ups.
She pecks his forehead and ruffles his hair before disengaging from his grasp and moving to slide her dress off its hanger. Guess I’d better, she agrees.
Hey-– Red, he says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, be careful tonight, okay?
Hm?
I dunno, I’ve just got this…feeling. Something strange in the air.
She tucks stray wisps of hair behind her ear and lifts her arms obediently. Maybe you just remembered Sybil Reisz is going to be there and you’ll have to watch her fawn over me through my entire set? she asks innocently.
It’s not th– well, it is a little but– you know what I mean. Humor a gent. He stands and helps lower her dress over her head. Just…you know…keep an eye out?
All right, all right, she says with a half-laugh, sliding her feet into her boots.
He gently squeezes her waist. That’s my star. I’ll see you after the show. You know where to find me.
I always do, she sing-songs, and is gone.