Backstage for February 2010

They laugh low, almost private. One girl leans against the vanity while the other pulls a strap over her shoulder. Fingers linger at her hip, then slip inside the lace to adjust it. A thumb brushes warm skin. Breaths slow. The blonde bends to fix a buckle and stays down a second longer than she needs to, lips parted like she already tastes what's coming. The brunette notices and steps closer, tilts her chin up with two fingers, kisses her soft and open. Hands move freely now. One palms a breast through satin, the other grips a bare thigh. They press together without hurry, letting the heat build, skin against skin, until someone moans under her breath and the room feels smaller for it.