Performance Jitters. (Esmeralda/Medea)
Title: Performance Jitters.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,279
Characters: Medea Yaxley, OFC, Esmeralda Selwynn
Prompt: 028. Intense
Summary: For the first time, Esmeralda lets Medea try to get rid of her pre-performance jitters.
Warnings/Notes: Females having f-u-n.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
"You've forgiven me!" It was a higher pitched voice, but smooth, and yet it set Medea's teeth on edge when she heard it. She turned slowly and glanced at the blonde young woman who was beaming up at her, eyes bright. "I knew that you would."
Medea's voice was quiet, but firm. "I have done no such thing, Shannon. I am not even here to see you. Now please, go away before you embarrass yourself." She could not resist tossing it in, "Though you have already done so, making an assumption such as that."
Shannon Prewett's smile vanished. "But... you're here..."
"I came to wish Esmeralda luck," Medea told her. "We've been friends ever since school."
"Esmi? She's the one who-" The blonde stopped, biting her lip. "You really haven't forgiven me?"
"I really haven't," Medea confirmed. "Now if you'll excuse me."
A nearby door opened and Esmeralda stepped out, a frustrated look on her face. She was wearing a dark yellow robe belted with black, her Hufflepuff roots showing through more clearly than ever. "Go away, Prewett," she snapped at the blonde, who gave her a very guilty look before doing exactly that, casting only one glance back at Medea before slipping into the dressing room shared by the more minor dancers. Esmeralda looked at Medea, who was smiling at her. "Are you going to come in or stand there looking impressed with yourself?"
"I was waiting to be invited in, Esmi."
Esmeralda rolled her eyes and reached out to grab Medea's shirt. "You're going to make this difficult on me," she declared as she drew the shorter woman in, closing the door with her other hand. "It's sold out tonight and I feel like I'm going to throw up."
"You'll be fine, love," Medea said, reaching up to cup Esmeralda's face. "You're a brilliant dancer."
"No, I don't need to hear that, I know that." Esmeralda was trembling. "I need my mind taken off of the ballet completely. That's why you're here, since you've chased Prewett off."
"She wasn't that good in bed anyhow," Medea muttered as she nuzzled Esmeralda's neck.
"She knew what I liked, and that's all that really mattered."
"Are you saying that I don't know what you like?" Medea sounded offended at the thought.
"I'm saying that you don't know what to do to calm me down."
"I take that as a challenge." Medea drew Esmeralda's face down for a kiss, and was surprised when the redhead turned her mouth away. "I can't kiss you?"
"No, I don't want to be kissed." She sounded frustrated. "Only... I do, because I like it when you kiss me. But kissing isn't important for these... this is why I've never asked you to calm me down. You just work me up." She was about to say something else, but before she could Medea had leaned up and kissed her, silencing her protests. It felt strange, almost unnatural, when Medea grasped her wrists and turned her about, pressed her up against the door with her nails digging into her wrists. "Okay," Esmeralda gasped when Medea pulled away. "You can kiss me."
Medea nipped at Esmeralda's chin and worked her way along her jawline, breathing against her ear. A different sort of tremble ran through the dancer's body as Medea undid the sash on her robe, long fingers tracing invisible lines over Esmeralda's skin. "What are you thinking about?" Medea whispered, tongue tracing the curve of Esmeralda's ear.
"Mmm... full house, watching me, waiting for me to fall." She could just imagine the gasps or worse, laughter, that would echo through the theater if she messed up at a critical point. If Kyle doesn't get that step right then we'll collide and- Her thoughts were jerked back to the present when Medea swore and dug her nails into her hips.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Her mouth was at Esmeralda's throat.
"That maybe you made a mistake in tricking away Prewett?" She groaned as Medea's teeth bruised the pale skin on her chest. "I don't know, what's it matter? I shouldn't be thinking anything right now!"
"I'm thinking about how beautiful you are." One hand slid down Esmeralda's thigh, causing a hitch in her breath. "Graceful, pale... sweeter than strawberries." The hand slipped to the inside of her thigh, stroking the smooth skin. "I cannot begin to imagine why those silly girls would think for a moment that I was a better choice than you, by Circe I wouldn't. The sounds that you make alone would be enough." Esmeralda whimpered as Medea's nails scratched against her leg, moaned as her hand inched up, stopping just short and earning a groan of frustration. "Yes, love, just exactly like that. Still thinking?"
Esmeralda leaned her head back against the door. "Yes," she whimpered as Medea's hand slid up, her legs nearly buckling. She grasped the black haired witch's shoulders, nails digging in through the cloth. "Ahhh, Medea, please."
"If I can't get you to stop thinking then what's the point?" Medea asked, slender fingers still to Esmeralda's obvious frustration.
"I'm thinking about you." Esmeralda's eyes smoldered as she leaned down to capture Medea's mouth, nails digging deeper as Medea's mouth fell open.
"Miss. Selwynn?" a young man's voice called through the door. Medea's eyes widened and her free hand darted out to grasp the handle as it jiggled, using that as a balance as she slid down to replace her hand with her lips and tongue.
"What is it?" Somehow her voice was only a little strangled and she brought one hand to her mouth, covering the moans that Medea was drawing out.
"Producer wants to talk to the cast in fifteen minutes."
Esmeralda had to bite down on her hand before managing a reply. "I'll be there." Footsteps sounded, but she kept her hand at her mouth, a bright spot of red appearing as her entire body tensed, whimpers escaping around her hand as she relaxed again, knees giving out. She slumped onto the floor, tugging at Medea's shoulder until the woman broke away and slid back up, a smug smile on her face as she watched Esmeralda's breathing begin to slow. She leaned closer to hear what Esmeralda was saying, eyes widening in surprise as she realized that it was her name. "Medea..."
"Yes, love?" Medea asked, stretching out beside Esmeralda, toying idly with her hair.
"I hurt my hand."
"Give it here." Esmeralda extended her hand, a pouting expression on her face when Medea giggled. "Did I really make you do that?"
"Couldn't very well scream with people right outside my door. And I realized, why I'd never asked you here before."
"Why is that?"
In one smooth movement, born out of years of dancing, Esmeralda turned Medea onto her back and smiled down at her. "Because now I'm not going to be able to get you off of my mind." She picked a strand of her hair off of Medea's forehead and touched her lips softly. "I lo..." But she closed her eyes and stopped. That's exactly what all of them say. What if I'm still just on the surface? Sighing she started to rise, startled when Medea grasped her wrist.
"What were you going to say?" Medea's eyes were guarded.
Esmeralda gave a half-hearted smile before removing Medea's hand. "Nothing important. I have to go to the meeting with the producer."
"Esmi..."
"There's a ticket for you on the vanity. You should go find your seat before I get back." She closed her robe.
"Don't miss me too much."
"I'll do my best." Once the play began her mind would clear. It had to.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,279
Characters: Medea Yaxley, OFC, Esmeralda Selwynn
Prompt: 028. Intense
Summary: For the first time, Esmeralda lets Medea try to get rid of her pre-performance jitters.
Warnings/Notes: Females having f-u-n.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
"You've forgiven me!" It was a higher pitched voice, but smooth, and yet it set Medea's teeth on edge when she heard it. She turned slowly and glanced at the blonde young woman who was beaming up at her, eyes bright. "I knew that you would."
Medea's voice was quiet, but firm. "I have done no such thing, Shannon. I am not even here to see you. Now please, go away before you embarrass yourself." She could not resist tossing it in, "Though you have already done so, making an assumption such as that."
Shannon Prewett's smile vanished. "But... you're here..."
"I came to wish Esmeralda luck," Medea told her. "We've been friends ever since school."
"Esmi? She's the one who-" The blonde stopped, biting her lip. "You really haven't forgiven me?"
"I really haven't," Medea confirmed. "Now if you'll excuse me."
A nearby door opened and Esmeralda stepped out, a frustrated look on her face. She was wearing a dark yellow robe belted with black, her Hufflepuff roots showing through more clearly than ever. "Go away, Prewett," she snapped at the blonde, who gave her a very guilty look before doing exactly that, casting only one glance back at Medea before slipping into the dressing room shared by the more minor dancers. Esmeralda looked at Medea, who was smiling at her. "Are you going to come in or stand there looking impressed with yourself?"
"I was waiting to be invited in, Esmi."
Esmeralda rolled her eyes and reached out to grab Medea's shirt. "You're going to make this difficult on me," she declared as she drew the shorter woman in, closing the door with her other hand. "It's sold out tonight and I feel like I'm going to throw up."
"You'll be fine, love," Medea said, reaching up to cup Esmeralda's face. "You're a brilliant dancer."
"No, I don't need to hear that, I know that." Esmeralda was trembling. "I need my mind taken off of the ballet completely. That's why you're here, since you've chased Prewett off."
"She wasn't that good in bed anyhow," Medea muttered as she nuzzled Esmeralda's neck.
"She knew what I liked, and that's all that really mattered."
"Are you saying that I don't know what you like?" Medea sounded offended at the thought.
"I'm saying that you don't know what to do to calm me down."
"I take that as a challenge." Medea drew Esmeralda's face down for a kiss, and was surprised when the redhead turned her mouth away. "I can't kiss you?"
"No, I don't want to be kissed." She sounded frustrated. "Only... I do, because I like it when you kiss me. But kissing isn't important for these... this is why I've never asked you to calm me down. You just work me up." She was about to say something else, but before she could Medea had leaned up and kissed her, silencing her protests. It felt strange, almost unnatural, when Medea grasped her wrists and turned her about, pressed her up against the door with her nails digging into her wrists. "Okay," Esmeralda gasped when Medea pulled away. "You can kiss me."
Medea nipped at Esmeralda's chin and worked her way along her jawline, breathing against her ear. A different sort of tremble ran through the dancer's body as Medea undid the sash on her robe, long fingers tracing invisible lines over Esmeralda's skin. "What are you thinking about?" Medea whispered, tongue tracing the curve of Esmeralda's ear.
"Mmm... full house, watching me, waiting for me to fall." She could just imagine the gasps or worse, laughter, that would echo through the theater if she messed up at a critical point. If Kyle doesn't get that step right then we'll collide and- Her thoughts were jerked back to the present when Medea swore and dug her nails into her hips.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Her mouth was at Esmeralda's throat.
"That maybe you made a mistake in tricking away Prewett?" She groaned as Medea's teeth bruised the pale skin on her chest. "I don't know, what's it matter? I shouldn't be thinking anything right now!"
"I'm thinking about how beautiful you are." One hand slid down Esmeralda's thigh, causing a hitch in her breath. "Graceful, pale... sweeter than strawberries." The hand slipped to the inside of her thigh, stroking the smooth skin. "I cannot begin to imagine why those silly girls would think for a moment that I was a better choice than you, by Circe I wouldn't. The sounds that you make alone would be enough." Esmeralda whimpered as Medea's nails scratched against her leg, moaned as her hand inched up, stopping just short and earning a groan of frustration. "Yes, love, just exactly like that. Still thinking?"
Esmeralda leaned her head back against the door. "Yes," she whimpered as Medea's hand slid up, her legs nearly buckling. She grasped the black haired witch's shoulders, nails digging in through the cloth. "Ahhh, Medea, please."
"If I can't get you to stop thinking then what's the point?" Medea asked, slender fingers still to Esmeralda's obvious frustration.
"I'm thinking about you." Esmeralda's eyes smoldered as she leaned down to capture Medea's mouth, nails digging deeper as Medea's mouth fell open.
"Miss. Selwynn?" a young man's voice called through the door. Medea's eyes widened and her free hand darted out to grasp the handle as it jiggled, using that as a balance as she slid down to replace her hand with her lips and tongue.
"What is it?" Somehow her voice was only a little strangled and she brought one hand to her mouth, covering the moans that Medea was drawing out.
"Producer wants to talk to the cast in fifteen minutes."
Esmeralda had to bite down on her hand before managing a reply. "I'll be there." Footsteps sounded, but she kept her hand at her mouth, a bright spot of red appearing as her entire body tensed, whimpers escaping around her hand as she relaxed again, knees giving out. She slumped onto the floor, tugging at Medea's shoulder until the woman broke away and slid back up, a smug smile on her face as she watched Esmeralda's breathing begin to slow. She leaned closer to hear what Esmeralda was saying, eyes widening in surprise as she realized that it was her name. "Medea..."
"Yes, love?" Medea asked, stretching out beside Esmeralda, toying idly with her hair.
"I hurt my hand."
"Give it here." Esmeralda extended her hand, a pouting expression on her face when Medea giggled. "Did I really make you do that?"
"Couldn't very well scream with people right outside my door. And I realized, why I'd never asked you here before."
"Why is that?"
In one smooth movement, born out of years of dancing, Esmeralda turned Medea onto her back and smiled down at her. "Because now I'm not going to be able to get you off of my mind." She picked a strand of her hair off of Medea's forehead and touched her lips softly. "I lo..." But she closed her eyes and stopped. That's exactly what all of them say. What if I'm still just on the surface? Sighing she started to rise, startled when Medea grasped her wrist.
"What were you going to say?" Medea's eyes were guarded.
Esmeralda gave a half-hearted smile before removing Medea's hand. "Nothing important. I have to go to the meeting with the producer."
"Esmi..."
"There's a ticket for you on the vanity. You should go find your seat before I get back." She closed her robe.
"Don't miss me too much."
"I'll do my best." Once the play began her mind would clear. It had to.