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Kristin was not jealous.

She was actually not feeling anything, because why would she? She’s nothing but a co-actor, someone she shares a stage with eight times a week.

A colleague.

A friend, as per what they’ve been telling everyone.

And him? Well, she wears his ring and sleeps in his bed (whenever she’s not at Kristin’s).

So, she was not jealous. Because she had no right to be.

Taye has been playing Fiyero for two weeks now. He started rehearsing about a month before his opening. With the way things are, you’d think the production didn’t give him a dressing room.

There was once a time when Kristin could just tune out his existence and his role in her love’s life since she never sees him anyway. Kristin doesn’t even remember how that feels now. Because suddenly he was here. And he’s always there. In her dressing room. Hiding away from the world whenever they’re on a break or not in a scene together.

What do you need to hide from? Isn’t that the relationship you’re not hiding? Isn’t that the whole point he’s here? Why the fuck is he always there? What the fuck are they even doing there?

Kristin scoffed. She hoped for them to be late on some of their cues, because that’s the only thing she could do.

But this was temporary. It was only for five weeks. Nothing was going to change between them. Idina told her so. And she was a fool to believe her and hang on to every word she said.

They haven’t had time alone for weeks now. Not even to sneak out to their favorite restaurant. After the first two weeks of desperately trying to make things normal. Kristin has withdrawn and just let them be at work.

They have resorted to exchanging text messages here and there. Are they over? Who knows? Who cares?

The Monday after Taye’s opening week, Kristin received a message.

I miss you.

She looked at Idina’s text for at least ten minutes, contemplating if she was going to reply. At this point she’s not even sure if Idina meant it. Idina loves showering her with sweet nothings that melt her heart. But she’s also still married and has done nothing to change that.
Me too.

She has never been known to resist the other woman.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

Nobody said she had to return the affection. And she didn’t know what Idina wanted.

I miss your lips.

Okay.

Okay?

What do you want me to say?

You don’t miss me? :(

Maybe you can kiss your hubby. :)

She wanted to be more bitchy to Idina. She had after all, paraded her husband in front of Kristin and the whole theater. And Kristin was just supposed to smile and act like they make her want to find love too.

Don’t be like that. :(

Like what?

Pissy. Don’t be mad at me please. :(

I’m not pissy.
And I’m not mad.

It hurt to see Idina with someone else, and it hurt to know they were kissing in her vicinity. Or God forbid, doing other stuff. She sometimes hoped that it hurt Idina too, to see her kissing Taye. She just didn’t want to know whether Idina didn’t enjoy seeing her kiss Taye, or Taye kiss her.

Are you sure?

Yes.
I don’t know.
Ugh. I just miss you.

I miss you too, tinkerbell. :)

I’m not tinkerbell.

A nickname she got after a night of staying in just watching Disney movies with Idina. Taye was out filming or something. Frankly, she never cared. She just cared that Idina was alone, and that they had time together.

You’re not a teeny tiny pretty blonde lady with a perky voice?

Ha ha. Just so you know, I’m rolling my eyes right now.

Yeah, you tend to do that around me. ;)

Don’t start, Dee.

But I miss youuuuu :(((
And those boobs. :>>

Well, good thing you have a good memory and a stack of Kristin porn then.
I think I’m going to sleep.

They exchanged their good nights after that. With Idina sending one last “I miss you.” It was not a bad interaction, per se. And she did touch herself, thinking of Idina and looking at her own stack of Idina porn.

But as Kristin mulled it over, she realized Idina could miss her, yes. But she still had someone else to turn to when Kristin wasn't around. Kristin doesn’t have that option. What an unfair world they lived in.

So two days after the messages, she decided she’ll go back to what she used to do best. Date and flirt with stupid men.

She texted Denny and finally took the number of the guy he’s been telling Kristin about.

They went out to a restaurant. Kristin had to sit there for over an hour listening to the man talk about himself, and not a single question was fired in Kristin’s direction. He looked…decent. But, at least it was a free, good dinner. The guy was not completely awful, so she just humored him. Laugh at appropriate times when he’s talking. She batted her eyes at him. Gave him her number. And continued to humor him through texts. It was a good distraction.

She was walking to her dressing room when she felt her phone buzz. It was Aaron giving her good luck for the show, and then he followed that up with something stupid that made Kristin snort. When she looked up, there was Idina, standing in front of her door with coffee in one hand and a Coca-Cola in the other. Alone for the first time in weeks.

“Hey,” Idina mumbles, almost shy. “I brought you a drink.”

She took the Coca-Cola from Idina’s hand, not missing the electricity when their skins touched briefly. “Thank you… What are you doing here? ”

“Who were you talking to just now? ”

Kristin’s eyebrows shot up with, “Uhm, nobody.”

“They must’ve said something really funny.”

“They did.”

“What did they say? ” she paused, “Do I know them? ”

Kristin could sense where this was going, and she just didn't have the energy for it.

“I can talk to other people, Idina.”

“Never said you couldn’t.” She stared at her, and Kristin stared right back. Idina had a very determined expression on her face, and there was something in her eyes that Kristin couldn’t help but notice.

She let out an exasperated sigh, as if almost in defeat, “What are you doing here? ”

“I mi-,” Idina was about to answer when an arm circled her waist.

“Morning, ladies! ” Taye swooped so smoothly neither of them even noticed him. He leaned in and kissed Idina on her cheek. “Morning, Babe.”

“Morning.”

Kristin felt bile rising up to her throat; she turned and smiled up to Taye, “Morning, Taye, aren’t you guys the cutest? ” She turned her gaze to Idina, who’s still looking at her like she wants to get inside her head. “Well, I’m going to head in and prep for the day, you guys,” at which she went in and immediately locked the door of her dressing room.

That weekend, Joel announced to the cast that he’s holding a New Year party after their Sunday evening show. Everyone is going, of course. Including Idina and Taye. Including Kristin… and Aaron.

Everybody was already mingling with each other when Kristin and Aaron arrived at the rooftop of Joel’s building. Kristin started introducing him to everyone as her friend.

“And this is Carole; she plays Morrible.” Aaron took his hand. “She’s like my New York mother.”

On the other side of the room, she caught a glimpse of Idina, who looked like she was sending daggers in Kristin’s direction. She’s never really seen that look on Idina before. Then again, Idina has never seen her with a man either.

“She’s so tiny, a bubble can just really take her away,” Aaron jokes. And Kristin laughed a little harder than she normally would’ve.

It was too easy. It was not her plan to make Idina jealous, no. But it was just too easy. Whenever Aaron wanted to say something, she’d lean a little too close. Laugh a little too hard. Bat her eye at him, like he hung the moon. She let him touch her in places that would be considered inappropriate in a public setting.

And like clockwork, she’d look up and see Idina on the other end of the rooftop. Trying to mask her expression by talking to Taye and the other cast and crew, but her eyes were obviously zeroed in on Aaron’s hand on Kristin’s waist.

She’s being petty. She knows this. But it was not for the lack of reason. Every once in a while she would steal glances at the object of her affection. And every single time, she’d catch Idina already looking at her. Kristin could see Aaron’s mouth moving, but she didn’t hear half of what he was saying. Poor guy.

“Where’s your other half? ” A curious Aaron asked.

“Hmm? Who? ”

“Elphaba, your other half in the show.”

“Oh right… I forgot to introduce you.”

“She's here? ”

Kristin looked around like she and Idina hadn’t been having a conversation with complete paragraphs written in stolen glances. “She’s right there. With her husband. He’s the guy who played Fiyero.”

“Oh wow, that must be fun.”

Taye accidentally whipped his head in their direction and decided it was time they got introduced. Damn it.

As the husband and wife walked towards them, Idina was looking everywhere but at her. And Taye had his arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, Cheno! ”

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you guys! Aaron, this is my Elphie, Idina.” He shook her hand.

“Idina. Aaron. My date.”

Idina almost gritted her teeth, “Nice to meet you.”

Kristin and Idina didn’t say much after that. The men wouldn't stop talking anyway, so they just let them.

When Aaron said something that resembled a joke, Kristin made a point to laugh like it was the funniest thing, that she just had to rub her hand along his arm.

Idina’s sharp jaws were clenched, and her shoulders were tense. Kristin has spent enough time worshipping Idina’s body to memorize her body language. And right now? Well, there was no better word for it.

She’s jealous. And probably fuming at Kristin.

She felt her core throb at that mere thought. It has been too long.

Idina was wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt, but it was tight enough that Kristin could see every curve and muscle she had. Her biceps that could easily lift Kristin up and fuck her against a wall. She saw Idina lift a glass to her lips and swallow a drink. Her eyes followed the movement like her life depended on it.

“I’m going to go get more to drink,” Kristin announced to the group.

“I’ll come with you.”

They were left alone, in the middle of a party, but still, just the two of them. Idina immediately put her hand on Kristin’s lower back. And when they reached the bar, she pulled her close enough so they could whisper to each other. But still far enough for it to be considered anything but friendly—sisterly, even. They gave their order, then Idina turned to her.

“Who’s that? ”

“I told you. My date.”

“So you’re dating now? ”

Kristin wanted to taunt her more, “What if I am? ”

“Is this because of Taye? ”

Kristin let out a scoff, “Not everything I do is about you, Idina.”

Days passed with Kristin continuing to push Idina’s buttons. She didn't know what she was getting at, but it was giving her weird satisfaction knowing Idina’s hands were tied and she couldn't do anything but sit and watch Kristin blatantly flirt with a man.

She would purposefully invite Aaron backstage whenever he was picking her up and act like she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Don’t think nobody sees what you’re doing, child,” Carole told her after she received some flowers from Aaron.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mm hmm. You two better work it out before the whole theater explodes! ”

Taye took his last bow as Fiyero, and everyone congratulated him. Including Kristin.

The week after his departure, Kristin was sitting at her makeup chair, half expecting her door to burst open and reveal Idina. She was not disappointed. A flushed Idina was now standing in her dressing room.

Kristin felt her heart pounding in her ears. She was suddenly palpitating. Idina was still not doing anything. Just looking at her with wide eyes. They stayed there, wide-eyed and unmoving, for ten seconds, or a minute, or an hour. To Kristin, it felt like time stood still.

Until Idina’s gaze turned from curiosity to something almost sinful, and she closed the five-step gap separating them from each other.

Idina’s right hand went to Kristin's jaw as she guided their lips towards each other. Their lips met with a whirlwind of wet tongue, teeth, longing, and lust. Kristin’s left hand went to circle the taller woman’s wrist as she felt her bottom lip being bitten and tugged.

She felt Idina’s mouth open as an invitation for Kristin. She twirled her tongue around Idina’s, and everything around them fell away. All she could feel, all she could think of, was Idina.

Idina kissing her. Idina’s hands were on her hair and on the nape of her neck. Idina’s body against her.

Kristin pulled away, but close enough to still feel each other’s breath. She looked deep into Idina’s eyes; neither of them dared say a word in fear of popping the bubble.

“Th- the couch.” She stood and pushed the taller woman to sit on the couch.

Idina pulled her into her lap. “You’ve been driving me crazy.”

She pulled Kristin’s hair backwards and sucked the skin on her under her ear into her mouth. She planted wet kisses all over Kristin’s jaw, neck, and collarbone. All while pushing her shirt upwards until Kristin’s breasts fell free.

A mixture of the air-conditioned room and her insatiable lust for Idina have made Kristin’s pert nipples alive and hard. Her whole body was thrumming. Her spirit and soul were screaming for Idina’s hands and mouth on her, and she was pulsing directly at her core.

Kristin guided Idina’s hands to cup her now exposed breasts, getting familiar with their weight under her palms, while Idina’s thumbs went to the blonde’s areolas. Circling the nipples, but not quite touching the tips yet.

Kristin couldn’t stop her hips from grinding down against Idina’s sweatpant-covered thighs. As Idina’s warm tongue ran down through her cleavage, she could feel her skin being sucked deep into the brunette’s mouth.

Idina was marking her, “No marks.”

“Why? Afraid your little boyfriend will see them? ”

When Kristin didn’t respond, she resumed peppering them with kisses while her hands were still massaging them in a way that made Kristin breathe heavily.

After licking her right breast, the powerful tongue wound its way around the areola multiple times, finishing with a circuit around her strawberry-red nipple. The wetness then traveled to the tip of her chest, where she feverishly flicked across the nipple several times.

Kristin pulled her closer by the nape of her neck as she pulled a nipple deep into her mouth. All while lightly pinching the other one with her thumb and forefinger.

When Idina sucked on her nipple, Kristin’s hips pressed down particularly harder, and before she could stop it, a whimper escaped from deep inside her. Idina spent several moments sucking and flicking her nipples, alternating from left to right, and finished with a light drag of her teeth up her right pink tip.

“We have to make this quick.” It was less than an hour ‘til opening, and they still had to do their makeups.

Idina threw her onto the couch and hovered on top of her. She looked at Kristin’s face, which was now flushed, with her lips red and swollen. Kristin’s shorts were pulled off her, and she was left with white lace panties. The brunette stared at all the delicious creamy white skin, now at her mercy. She couldn’t decide if she should just fuck her or eat her out first.

Good thing Kristin decided for her, “I need your tongue.”

The taller woman got on her stomach so she was now face-to-face with the pulsing wetness of the blonde, still covered by now almost see-through panties. She ran her tongue through Kristin, still not bothering to take it off. The feeling was so electric, her hand went to fist on Idina’s hair and pull her closer to her center, “Dee, please…”

Idina slid the fabric to the side to expose her to the world. And there Kristin was, lying on her back, one hand on her exposed breasts—pinching her nipple, legs spread wide open, ready for her married co-star to fuck her.

As soon as Idina’s tongue brushed the upper edges of Kristin’s long, inner labia, her hips bounced up, pushing her trimmed hair into Idina’s nose.

She felt Idina open her up with her fingers as she dived in. She plunged her tongue, with the tip entering her. Then she dragged the moisture up to her ever-pulsing clit. Idina’s tongue flicked her clit softly, knowing how Kristin liked it. While one hand comes up to Kristin’s breast to play with her nipple.

Idina rhythmically sucked on her clit while all the while moving the pad of her tongue against it. The hand that was on Kristin’s thigh went lower until she felt two fingers enter her swiftly and deeply.

“Oh, fuck me,” Kristin cries out.

“Be quiet,” Idina’s mouth briefly stopping to shush her.

“Unless you want everyone to hear how desperate you are.”

It was so dirty, being talked to by Idina like that, that she moaned louder.

She started a sinful rhythm on Kristin’s core, pushing her fingers deep into Kristin, making sure she could remove all thoughts from Kristin’s head that were not about her. And then pulling out just as deliciously, only to push back in with harder force.

It was too good; Kristin’s body was buzzing with lust for Idina. She hadn’t felt Idina inside her for over a month. And the noises that they were making were driving her into madness. The sucking of Idina on the center of her soul, the wet sounds of Idina pushing in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm forming in her lower abdomen.

Kristin pulled Idina up until they were facing each other. “I want them to hear—ah, fuck,”

Idina’s fingers never stopped their movement.

“Where you go running to when your husband’s away.”

Idina looked down at her; her chin was wet and shimmering with Kristin’s juices, but she didn’t care as she pulled her into a ferocious kiss.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Idina pants.

“Don’t stop,” she pants as her right hand went down to play with her own clit.

Idina fucked her harder into the couch. With her own fingers rubbing circles on her clit, Kristin was thrown over the edge with a blinding light behind her eyes. Her toes curled, and her hips bounced high into Idina, as if her body went into shock.

Idina’s fingers slowed inside her as she guided Kristin down from her peak. She kissed her gently all over her face until Kristin stopped convulsing, and her fingers were pulled from the wet heat she had been craving.

Kristin’s eyes were still closed as her breathing stabilized when wet fingers were pushed into her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed around it as she opened her eyes to stare at the woman they belonged to and started to run her tongue through the fingers and suck her own arousal from them.

The view was hypnotizing for Idina; she could stay here all day if only they didn’t have a show to do and a theater full of audience to perform for.

When Idina pulled her fingers, they kissed briefly until Kristin pulled away.

“I need to taste you.”

With that, Idina stood up to pull herself free from her sweatpants and now ruined underwear.

“I can’t move, though,” Kristin smiled and bit her lip.

“No problem, baby.”

Kristin adjusted herself to make room for Idina. Her thighs engulfed Kristin’s head until her center was directly above Kristin’s lips.

She inhaled the scent of Idina as she pulled her down to her mouth. Kristin stuck her tongue out to brush it lightly against Idina’s wetness. She hadn’t touched Idina before this, but her juices were already dripping down inside her thighs and into Kristin’s welcoming wet mouth.

Kristin felt intoxicated as she started licking into Idina’s slit. Her mouth parting wet folds. She’s been touching herself to this for the past month.

Idina gasped the moment she felt Kristin’s tongue encircle her clit. Fucking Kristin turned her on so much, she was sure she wasn’t going to last long.

Kristin has always treated her tongue as an instrument, and lately she’s been better at playing it when it’s pressed against Idina or plunged inside her.

“Don’t hold back, Dee.” She gave her clit a tender flick.

“Let them know you’re here.”

Kristin licks her, deliberate and slow, savoring every inch of Idina’s core. Her hands roamed, one sliding up under Idina’s shirt to pinch her nipple and the other one going to her ass, squeezing. Idina moans, head thrown back as her hips begin riding Kristin’s tongue. The blonde’s tongue was relentless, alternating between soft and firm licks and rhythmic strokes.

She sucked Idina’s clit into her mouth, humming softly, and the vibration went up to Idina’s body and into her pert nipples until she was spiraling. Her orgasm hit hard, her body convulsing as she ground against Kristin’s mouth and tongue, moans bit back but still flowing from her.

Kristin’s tongue softened, teasing Idina’s now sensitive folds, making her shudder. Idina slid off and lay on top of Kristin. Her head on the nook of Kristin’s neck.

Idina was breathing heavily, and Kristin was just letting her come down from her high. Her fingers lightly scratching Idina’s back under her shirt.

“Well, that was fast.”

She felt Idina huff at that, and when she looked up to Kristin’s face to kiss her. A knock startled them, and they were brought back to Kristin’s dressing room.

“Idina? You there? We need to greenify you, girl! ” Joe yelled from the other side of the door.

“Be there in a minute!”

Idina gave her a peck, and then she was up gathering her sweatpants and underwear, while Kristin sat up to fix herself as well.

Idina was trying to look like she didn’t just finger Kristin and get fucked in return. Idina ran her fingers through Kristin’s hair. Kristin stood up to properly face Idina.

“They’re calling you.”

Idina studied her face. “I missed you.”

“Yeah.”

Kristin took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’ll see you onstage.”

Idina pulled her close and locked their lips to each other; her right hand went to squeeze Kristin’s ass.

“Dee!”

“We’re not done, okay? I’ll see you later.”

She went out of Kristin’s dressing room so they could both prep for the show. Kristin could still feel her knees like jelly. Her body was still thrumming from Idina’s kisses and touches.

Her phone buzzed, signaling that she received a text. Likely from Aaron, but she didn’t check it.

Their chemistry was electric that night, and if their Ozdust dance was a little too erotic, nobody said anything. Except for Stephanie giving her a knowing look when they got to the wing.

This has never been a well-kept secret.

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Kristin went home without doing the door or saying goodbye to Idina. She knows Idina will find her if she wants to.

The day had been exhausting and exhilarating. Not only because of the physical effort it took to do two shows a day. The energy she felt between her and Idina was so extremely electric that it made her body tingle each time they would touch onstage.

Memories of Idina’s kisses and touches made Kristin feel hot all over again. And the thought that any moment Idina could walk through her door with the same intensity as she had in the dressing room, if not more, had Kristin turning on the shower ice cold.

She should be replying to Aaron’s messages that she had been ignoring all day.

Maybe after the shower.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about the way Idina looked at her during Popular; her whole body was buzzing. She was almost sure Idina could feel her nipples harden when she pressed her front to Idina’s back.

The cold water did nothing to repress Kristin’s arousal. She had to do something before she inevitably exploded.

Her head rested against the wall of the shower while her body was still under the stream of water. She let her right hand wander to her now slippery folds as her left hand pulled and pinched her nipple, mimicking the way Idina would suck on her. With her eyes closed, she dipped a finger inside and thrust a couple of times before pulling it out to trace circles around her clit.

“God, Dee..:”

Kristin was picturing Idina fucking her with fingers when her hand was suddenly yanked away from her sensitive center, earning a gasp from her. She felt a wet, hot mouth sucking her fingers before she even got to open her eyes.

“Hi, baby.”

“Couldn’t wait for me?”

Idina pulled her into a wet, searing kiss. Not giving her a chance to answer. Kristin’s arms immediately rose up to wrap themselves around Idina’s neck to pull them closer to each other. Her fingers tangled themselves into the now wet strands of raven hair.

Her bottom lip was pulled and bitten, making her moan carelessly.

Idina pulled away for a moment. “What were you thinking of?”

“Thinking of your boyfriend?” She whispered into Kristin’s ear while softly sucking and nibbling on her earlobe.

“Or me?” She added, making Kristin whimper and nod her head furiously.

“You.” She kissed her. “I was thinking about you.”

Kristin pulled her back to claim her lips once again. Growing impatient because of all the talking, when they could be doing other… important stuff.

“Yeah I know,” Idina grinned at her before lifting her up against the tiled wall. Slender legs automatically wrapped around Idina’s hips.

Wet kisses rained down on Kristin’s neck and jaw as Idina pressed their bodies, and gripped her ass. God, the feeling of wet nipples rubbing against her was driving Kristin mad with arousal.

“Have you been thinking about this all da-”

“Dee.”

Idina looked up at her momentarily. “Shut up.”

She pushed the brunette’s head towards the place where she needed her most at the moment. And Idina took her cue. Kristin’s body jerked when Idina took her right nipple into her mouth. Tongue flickering feverishly against the sensitive peak. Idina’s mouth alternating from sucking to licking to biting to sucking again.

The sensations from Idina’s mouth were making Kristin feel like she was going to combust. Her left hand was simultaneously playing with the peak Idina’s mouth wasn’t playing with.

“Fuck, Dee. So good..” Idina hummed, and the sound caused more wetness to drip from her center.

Idina let her nipple go with a soft pop to do the same thing to the other one. Sucking on Kristin’s taut nipple like she hadn’t drunk anything for months. One hand traveled down to Kristin’s center that was now soaking Idina’s abdomen.

“Hmm. Baby, you’re so wet.” She mumbled as her fingers immediately traced circles on Kristin’s sensitive clit. Hips ground on fingers despite the slightly uncomfortable position. “Dee, please…”

Idina pulled back from the nipple she had been nursing to look Kristin in the eye. They stared at each other’s souls as she easily entered Kristin’s center with two fingers. They moaned at each other at the feeling of being connected once again.

She pushed her fingers in and out of molten heat as their bodies grind. Kristin pulled her into a kiss and gasped when Idina’s fingers curled just right inside her. “Baby..”
Kristin pulled her closer by wrapping her legs tighter around her, and her fingers curled tightly on dark tresses. She asked for more, and Idina gave it to her.

“Fuck, Dee. I’m close. I’m so close..” Kristin mumbled as Idina fucked her against the wall of her shower. It had been so long—not counting the sex they had earlier that day—and her body was thrumming for Idina.

The slapping of wet bodies combined with the shower and ragged breaths was driving Kristin closer to the edge. Her heart was a drum, and she could feel the pleasure going up to her throat. Her back was constantly being pushed against the cold wall when suddenly, Idina moaned, and—God—her clit throbbed, and she felt shockwaves all over her body.

Kristin’s legs tightened, and Idina slowed the movement of her fingers, helping Kristin ride out her peak. The blonde whimpered when she pulled out, leaning in to kiss rather softly.

Idina lowered her down without breaking their kiss. Everything around them was wet. The shower, the walls, their hair—both of them were wet, and not just because of the shower that was still running.

“Hey,” whispered Idina when they pulled apart. Kristin just looked at her before leaning in to kiss her neck. “Hmm, are you done showering? ”

Kristin looked at her and replied, “What do you think?” and then her hand was travelling down between Idina’s thighs to discover an abundance of wetness. Idina groaned before pulling Kristin’s hand away from her (against better judgement.)

“Not yet.”

“Why?” Kristin whined. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet?” Idina’s deep voice echoed in Kristin’s ears that made her shiver with want.

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They dried up, and Kristin found herself sitting alone in her bed. Idina went back in the bathroom doing God knows what and told Kristin to wait for her.

And of course, of course Kristin would wait for her. What other choice did she have? Leave her own house? As if.

While Idina took her time, Kristin checked her phone to see if there were any important messages other than the ones she intentionally missed. Aaron left her about 10 messages. Kristin thought about if she should reply. But she thought she shouldn’t have to kick this one out just because she’s caught up in Idina’s web again. So she sent in a quick reply.

Not even a minute had passed when her landline started ringing. So she went to her desk to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Kristin! It’s Aaron.” Kristin paused.
“Hi. Uh, sorry I’ve been silent the whole day. It was really busy out there. You know how it gets…” And then Aaron rambled about how he thought Kristin was ignoring him and they were done blah blah blah. Kristin just let out a little laugh because—she looked at the bathroom door—well.

Before Kristin could mutter a weak excuse, the door to the shower opened to reveal Idina wearing a green silk bathrobe that Kristin bought for her. “Kristin?” She heard from the other line.

Idina saw her with a telephone in hand and raised her eyebrows. “Uh, no, that’s not the case at all…You know what? I’m just gonna call you tomorrow. I’m really,” she faked a yawn as her eyes trailed down from Idina’s face to her wet hair, to her neck, and down to her freckled chest, her nipples that were straining through the thin robe, and as her eyes continued south, she almost gasped when she saw a bulge in what should be Idina’s center.

With a now dry throat, she continued, “Really exhausted. I gotta go. Bye.” Kristin slammed the landline down without waiting for a response.

“Who’s that? Your boyfriend?” Idina scoffed.

Kristin pulled her gaze back up and told Idina, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

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They stood there in the middle of Kristin’s room in silence, just for a few seconds. “Well, don’t hang up on him now. It looked like you were enjoying the call,” Idina muttered as she took slow steps toward Kristin.

Kristin knew Idina was just egging her on but couldn’t give a damn, as she was still distracted by what she knew her lover was hiding inside that thin robe.

“He’ll live.”

“Actually, it looked like you were really enjoying his company when you would let him in the theater.” Idina was now standing at an arm’s length in front of the blonde. Stepping a little more to softly hold Kristin by the waist.

Kristin felt herself already getting worked up by the way the taller woman was caressing her sides. And frankly, it’s ridiculous how much a small touch could affect Kristin so heavily. Truly, it was.

“Oh, I didn’t know you saw him,” Kristin replied with an edge to her voice. If Idina wanted to play a game. She’d play. After all, isn’t that what they were on all this time?

“I thought you were.” She paused and brought her hands to Idina’s arms. Her biceps—she rubbed and squeezed Idina, while her eyes traveled the expanse of freckles on her chest, her neck, the sharpness of her jaw, and those lips, until their eyes met, “a little distracted.”

At that, Idina hummed, her hands still on Kristin, but now on her golden locks. They were still wet from the shower they shared just minutes before.

“Of course, I was, baby.” She leaned in and whispered to Kristin, “I couldn’t touch you.”

Idina took a whiff of Kristin’s hair; she smelled like her shampoo, grape-like, and something else uniquely Kristin. “I missed you so much.” She buried her face in Kristin’s neck and fully stepped into her personal space.

Kristin opened her mouth to give a snarky comment until she felt something bump her lower stomach.

“Did you miss me? ”

“Sometimes,” Kristin breathed. She couldn’t focus anymore, with Idina’s strap now pressing tightly between their bodies.

“I know you did; don’t even lie,” Idina mumbled between the wet kisses she’s now peppering on Kristin’s neck and jaw. “Or you wouldn’t have made me sit on your face and fucked me with your tongue this morning.”

Kristin fought off a whine when Idina stopped her kisses and pulled back to look at her face. God, how she loved those lips.

“Dee…” she whimpered. This was getting too long; she could already feel herself dripping because of Idina’s kisses and her voice and the words she was saying. She just wanted Idina to throw her into the bed and fuck her senseless.

“You wouldn’t have let me eat you out and fuck you in your dressing, or touched yourself thinking about me before I even got here… right, baby? ”

Kristin just hummed.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” Idina’s lips tugged at the side; the hands on her arms are now squeezing her hard. She was so close to getting Kristin where she wanted her. Desperate and needy for her. She wanted Kristin to forget those five weeks they were apart. Forget those men who kept them from each other. She wanted to be the only one in Kristin’s mind.

She slowly threaded her fingers on Kristin’s scalp. “Did you miss me?”

And pulled.

“Say it.”

The moan that came out of Kristin’s mouth was so delicious and addicting, it spurred Idina on more. Kristin was breathing so hard, it took her a second to understand Idina was really expecting an answer from her.

“I did—I did, I missed you so much,” she replied quickly. Idina smiled and placed a kiss on her lips. Kristin made a move to deepen it, wrapping her arms around Idina’s neck, but Idina pulled back. Again.

Idina walked them towards the bed, and when they got to the foot of it. She pushed her, and Kristin’s back bounced off the mattress. Idina stayed standing, watching her move back to the pillows. Kristin was only wearing an oversized pajama top and pink lace panties. And Idina’s eyes zoned in on the dark spot on Kristin’s center.

Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to be skin-to-skin with Kristin.

Kristin watched as Idina hastily disrobed in front of her. Letting it drop to the floor, she drank in how Idina was now fully bare save for the harness and the transparent dildo, all seven inches of it, she wielded at her hips.

Fuck.

Idina crawled towards her until she was hovering on top of Kristin, between her legs, having opened them automatically for Idina. Her full breasts hanging between them. Kristin wondered if she could just lean in and suck her now hard nipples.

Kristin’s breathing stopped as Idina let her body drop and press tightly against Kristin. And then Idina rolled her hips.

Kristin was now past the point of even trying to be coy and hide how much she wanted to be touched. She felt like she was going to explode if Idina didn’t touch her in the next 10 seconds.

Idina licked her jaw. “I’m going to fuck you,” she paused. Letting the statement linger in the air. It was silent in the room except for the sound of traffic and the world outside. Oblivious to the electricity between two Broadway divas now grinding against each other. Kristin felt the toy rubbing her clit and almost parting her folds, and she was almost ashamed to realize that she could come just by that.

“Do you want that?”

“Huh?“ Kristin breathed.

“I said, do you want me to fuck you? ”

Idina was still thrusting her hips on Kristin, essentially dry humping her. If Kristin wasn’t wet earlier, well, she was sure as hell dripping now. “Ye- yes.”

“Yes, what? Say it.” Idina pushed as her hands worked on unbuttoning Kristin’s top. A huge fucking hindrance now, she wanted Kristin’s skin against her. “Say it, Kristin.”

Kristin whined, “I want you to fuck me, Dee. Please, please just fuck me. I—” She was interrupted by Idina’s lips.

Now, Kristin didn’t have to try to deepen it. Idina kissed her like she’d never kissed her before. The clash of their lips and their tongues was enough to make Kristin delirious. Idina pushed her tongue inside her mouth, and Kristin gladly twirled her own tongue with it before sucking it to her mouth.

A practiced dance they couldn’t help but perfect after a million stolen kisses. In a hotel room, in a secluded staircase, in a car, onstage with the whole company watching, in a dressing room, in a mistress’ bed, and in other secret places. It was no wonder they sang so perfectly with each other; their tongues had intertwined, and their souls had melded.

Kristin moaned as Idina successfully unbuttoned her top and pulled it open. One hand immediately going to the now uncovered breast. She arched her back as she felt Idina’s chest rubbing against hers. Idina flicked and pinched her nipple as they continued to kiss each other.

Slender hands threaded through dark tresses as Idina moved to bite her and kiss down her neck. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Idina massaged both her breasts before leaning in and taking one nipple into her mouth. Kristin arched as she felt the vibrations of Idina’s moan through her sensitive skin. Idina’s wet mouth is sending her into heaven, and they haven’t even gotten to second base yet.

A powerful tongue flicked her rigid nipple tenderly, and the feeling alone was enough to absolve Kristin of all the guilt she felt every time they would do this. Idina mashed her tits together, licking and kissing her way to the other. Kristin couldn’t stop watching how her plump lips would wrap around her nipple and her tongue swirl around it.

She was so hypnotized she didn’t even notice Idina had opened her eyes and was watching her too. “Dee…” Kristin whimpered.

When their eyes met, Idina made a show of sucking and licking her sensitive peaks. Going back and forth from Kristin’s nipples. With only the bedside lamp illuminating the whole room, her breasts were now glistening with Idina’s saliva.

“I need—I need you, please…”

“You have me, Kris…”

Kristin took Idina’s left hand and guided it inside her now soaked underwear. “Down there. Please, Dee…”

They groaned in unison the moment Idina’s fingers slid against her wet folds.

“Kris…fuck.” Idina traced her pussy with her middle and index fingers until they reached her pulsing clit. Kristin's hips jolted at the contact to her center.

She reached down and took off her panties to give Idina more room to move. She needed her inside, and she needed her now. Kristin’s legs were shaking, and Idina hadn’t even fucked her yet.

Idina circled her clit some more before lowering her fingers. “Inside?”

Kristin nodded frantically.

And without warning, Idina entered her with two fingers. Kristin was soaking wet; she was pretty sure they wouldn’t even need lube for later.

Kristin almost screamed for getting what she wanted. She felt Idina thrust her fingers inside, and her legs fell open wider.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. How am I going to fit my dick inside you? ”And that seemed to spur Kristin on more as she thrust her hips against Idina’s while moaning, eyes closed and head thrown back.

Idina pulled her fingers out and slapped Kristin’s center, which made her whole body jolt.

“Ah! Fuck, baby.”

“You liked that?”

“Need you now, please.”

Idina slid her fingers back in and thrust in quick succession. The force of her thrusts made Kristin’s breasts bounce and the headboard hit the wall. She was fucking Kristin right to the edge.

Kristin could already feel the tightening in her abdomen. Just a few thrusts more and she knows she’ll be there at the peak of pleasure.

But Idina suddenly stopped. And she pulled her fingers out.

“Dee! Wha—”

“You can’t come yet, baby,” she said as she lifted her fingers in front of Kristin’s face. “But, I’m so close, Dee. Please.” Kristin was not above begging at this point. And Idina couldn’t be happier. There’s probably nothing she loved more than a needy, desperate Kristin Chenoweth.

In public, Kristin was so prim and proper in an attempt to stay true to her conservative Christian upbringing.

But what the public doesn’t know is that Kristin Chenoweth, their perfect blonde idol, comes apart when she’s under Idina Menzel. And they don’t need to know. This Kristin was for Idina, and Idina alone.

She put her fingers in front of Kristin and said, “Suck.”

Of course, Kristin happily complied. Taking Idina’s fingers into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing while her head bobbed, essentially blowing Idina’s fingers.

Idina was hypnotized by the movement of Kristin’s head and the feel of Kristin’s mouth on her fingers. She pulled out her hand and pulled herself away from Kristin.

Kristin didn’t know what was going on inside Idina’s mind. Her mind still reeling, and her pussy still pulsing from the orgasm that she didn’t get. She was puzzled at what Idina wanted until Idina sat at the side of the bed.

“Come here, put your mouth on me.”

She kneeled in front of Idina, wrapped her lips around her, and moaned at the way Idina was looking at her. She moved with deliberate intent, hollowing her cheeks and putting on a good show for Idina.

When they first did this, she thought it was weird since Idina wouldn’t feel it anyway. And she never enjoyed giving it to the usual people she dated. But, after seeing the effect it had on her lover. She’d gladly do it whenever Idina wanted her to.

One hand wound itself to golden locks, fingers gripping, and with cautious movements, she pushed Kristin’s head slowly, making her take more. Kristin stayed watching her through lidded eyes.

Then, suddenly, she pulled her up and smashed their lips together. Idina once again threw her onto the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Just fuck me, Dee. What are you waiting for?”

“I will, baby. Patience.”

Idina gripped her knees and spread them. Opening Kristin up for her. Kristin’s pussy was glistening with wetness. Her clit swollen and out of its hood, desperate for her.

She leaned in and took a few swipes of Kristin’s juices. She couldn’t fuck her without tasting her even briefly. Kristin moaned, and after Idina had her fill, she pulled back.

Idina took the toy in her hand and slapped Kristin’s clit with it a few times, making Kristin jerk and moan. “God damn it, Idina, if you don’t—”

She guided the toy inside Kristin’s pussy, and it took Kristin’s breath away. Idina watched how the toy slid all the way right in because of how wet Kristin already was; it was mesmerizing.

“Fuck…so big.”

She hovered over Kristin and rested her hand beside her head. As much as she wanted to let Kristin get accustomed to her first. She wanted to fuck her senseless. Idina did an experimental thrust, and it made Kristin gasp.

Kristin opened her legs further apart as Idina set a steady pace with her hips. Grinding down and sliding the toy in and out of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Idina whispered as she kissed Kristin while her hips were still moving against her. The wet sounds of Kristin’s pussy accommodating the toy were obscene.

Idina hit a particular spot inside her, and she let out a strangled sound, her spine arching. “God, Dee...Hmhm.”

Her hips ground in, making the bed squeak and hit the wall. She let herself fall flat against Kristin, her hands on Kristin’s knees opening her up more for her. Idina moaned at the feel of their skin and the pleasure shooting through her center, and Kristin felt her insides clench at the sound.

“Go— Dee… I’m so close.”

“What do you need, baby? ”

“Touch my— Oh… Touch my clit.”

One hand stroked down, and Idina’s middle finger was circling her clit. The feeling of Idina thrusting in and out of her while she massaged her clit was heavenly, and a moment later, Kristin’s body jolted and froze. She heard angels singing, or it’s just her ears ringing.

She let out a long groan and wrapped her legs around Idina as she slowly thrust in Kristin, helping her draw out the orgasm.

Idina watched as Kristin came under her, and the sight was almost dizzying. She suddenly couldn’t bear the thought of other people being this intimate with Kristin.

“I’m the only one who can do this to you,” she whispered as she helped Kristin down.

Kristin, whose eyes are still closed, replied, “You are.”

Idina kissed her jaw gently and then her lips. They shared a series of pecks that could be considered too soft for what Idina just did to her. Thrusting grew shorter until she eventually stopped and pulled out. Kristin groaned at the emptiness.

“Jesus Christ, that was—”

“Yeah?” Idina felt smug.

“Yeah.”

Kristin looked at her, pulled her head down to give her more kisses, and said, “I missed you,” between pecks.

She wrapped her arms around Idina’s neck and, with a strength from God-knows-where, flipped them so she was now on top.

“As much as I loved that… I want to do you now.”

Idina stared at her for a moment. Kristin was a vision, the yellow light of the lamp hitting her blonde hair and making a halo-like shape around it. She was truly an angel, and Idina didn’t know how she survived those weeks without her.

“Okay,” she breathed.

Kristin trailed kisses down her body, stopping at her heavy breasts to give them attention. Idina had always had sensitive breasts, and Kristin always made sure to give them proper care. And she loved Idina’s tits.

She kissed and sucked her nipples, listening to every sound that Idina made whenever she would make a certain move. Like when Idina would gasp when she’d suck her nipple a little firmer. Or when she’d hum when Kristin would flick her nipples feverishly.

After spending a few minutes on Idina’s peaks, she moved lower, trailing kisses on her body.

Sculpted by God himself.

She always thought nobody should look as good as Idina. It didn’t make sense how beautiful she was. How soft and sharp in the right places. Kristin could worship her forever.

When she got to the harness, the toy was still a bit slick from her juices, and the thought made Kristin clench, but this was Idina’s moment.

“I’ll take this off, okay?”

After the harness had been discarded, Kristin laid flat on her stomach between Idina’s legs. She could see how Idina was dripping down the sheets.

Kristin didn’t waste time and leaned in to get a taste of Idina. She traced her folds with her tongue and moaned at the feeling of the woman she’d been missing. She circled Idina’s clit with it and flicked it gently, since Idina was very sensitive.

“Kris..”

“Hmm…”

“Inside.”

Idina’s hand threaded through her blonde hair, holding it up into a makeshift ponytail. And pushing Kristin’s head deeper into her.

Kristin complied and traced Idina’s center with her tongue down to the source of her obsession. She circled it before sliding in. “Oh,” Idina moaned as her body arched.

“More.”

Kristin fucked her with her tongue for a moment before letting herself go back to her clit. She entered Idina with two fingers. Flicking her clit while she curled and scissored her fingers inside her.

Idina propped herself by one elbow and watched Kristin eat her out. She could see Kristin’s head bobbing while licking her clit, and the sight sent Idina reeling. When Kristin opened her eyes and lifted her gaze, Idina was already convulsing around her fingers and against her tongue, “fuck, fuck, fuck…Kristin! ”

She guided Idina down her peak and crawled back once she was sure Idina was done. She still had her eyes closed, and her body was limp.

Kristin stood up and got some water from her kitchen, fully naked. She got one glass, which she shared with Idina. Once they’ve both quenched their thirst and wiped each other, Kristin felt Idina pulled her into her body and embraced her tight.

They stayed like that for a few moments until she was the one flat on her back with Idina at her left side, her arm wrapped around Kristin’s waist. She rested her head on Kristin’s chest like she wanted to melt into her.

“We’re so sticky. We need to shower again.” Idina heard Kristin mumble, and she knew her nose was crinkled.

She breathed deeply. “Let’s stay like this for a while. I promise we’ll shower later.”

“Okay.”

Silence enveloped them. Nothing but their breathing and the noise outside. Kristin rubbed her back and the arm that was around her. Idina tightened her grip on Kristin’s waist. They were soaking in each other’s presence as if they could see the future.

“That was the longest month of my life,” Idina whispered. She pulled back, so now they were lying on their sides facing each other.

“Mine, too.” Kristin held Idina’s hand that was between them and caressed her knuckles with her thumb. She could feel the weight of Idina’s stare. “I love you.”

She gulped; even though they’ve said it before, this somehow felt different. Kristin put her hand on Idina’s face, tracing her cheek and jaw.

“I love you too.”

“I don’t want us to be apart for that long again,” Idina whispered into the silence, basking in Kristin’s touches and attention… and her love.

Kristin stared at her longingly, tracing all of Idina’s features with her eyes. Realizing right there and then that she will carry this sin for the rest of her life. She gave Idina a peck.

“Me too.”