Backstage Rendezvous
In the dark corner backstage, among random ropes and controls, two dark figures were intertwined around each other. The woman's hair was dark and twisted around the man's fingers. The man's hair, on the other hand was nearly blond and in dreads. The hand that was not intertwined in the woman's hair was holding her up, pressed against her back as he tilted her back. Their chests were pressed together as their kisses deepened.
A man stepped through a door ignoring the actual actions of the young couple as he shouted, "Three minutes!" Tom, the man in the couple, ignored his brother, being significantly more distracted by what Kelsea was doing to his lip ring. He kissed her deeply, then broke the kiss to kiss down to her neck, which made her close her eyes in ecstasy.
He kissed up her neck to her ear, which he nibbled lightly between soft whispers. Her dark brown eyes closed happily again, growing weaker in his arms with every movement, Her hand moved from his neck, down his back, and she found the edge of his shirt. Her fingers slipped under the hem and Tom gasped at the contact of her cold digits upon his bare skin, which warmed at the touch.
Suddenly he unwrapped his arms from around her and shrugged off the large shirt then pressed his bare chest against her as he captured her lips with his own. Her finger happily explored the planes of his chest, making him groan into the kiss.
Tom's brother came out again, this time yelling, "Thirty Seconds, you horn dog!" Tom sneered breaking the kiss. As he attempted to calm himself down to go onstage, Kelsea did not help at all by kissing down his neck to his chest, which was very warm indeed at this point. His eyes rolled back his chest being his weakness. He reluctantly pushed he away, whispering, "You'll be here afterwards, right?"
She nodded grinning at the effect she had on him as he trod off onto the stage, forgetting his shirt. The crowd was overjoyed.