I tried to sneak past Ariana's dressing room without notice, I didn't want her to hear me or see me and more importantly I did not want to hear her or see her. It had been months now since Victorious ended and I could stop pretending, not only with myself, but with everyone else as well. It took me weeks after the show ended to free myself of the grasp she had around me, the grasp she wasn't aware of. I was like an addict trying to overcome an addiction to the sweet pain she caused me without knowing she was doing any harm at all.
I dreaded going to the studio that day, her Twitter said she was filming and I knew I didn't want to see her, but I had told Dan I would come in, he wanted to discuss the possibility of a new show with me and it was an opportunity I didn't want to pass up, but as I felt myself being tackled in a hug and a flash of red was all I saw as my eyes opened, I wished I had told him no or at least offered to meet him somewhere that was not here.
I pushed her back and straightened out my clothes, not bothering to look at her, I could see she was in costume, either coming back from filming or heading too.
"Hello, Liz? Earth to Elizabeth?" I could hear snapping but I refused to look up, all I wanted to do was run, but my feet wouldn't move and I was stuck.
The snapping continued until with one hard shove I fell into the now open doorway and into the dressing room with the big gold star and pink A in the center of the door. I head shot up and my attention came back to the world around me just as she slammed the door shut. She looked angry I noted, part of me feeling guilty.
"What the hell? Dan told me you were here, were you not even going to say hi? Where have you been? Why haven't you been answering my texts or my tweets, why are you ignoring me?" Ariana was screaming, pacing around me, arms waving animatedly above her head so furiously I was half waiting for them to fly off of her body in opposite directions.
The thought caused a small bubble of laughter from my throat and she stopped dead in her tracks, spinning on her heel and staring straight in to my eyes. "You're laughing? Seriously, you think this is funny? You just disappear from my life, show up here and don't even try to see me or talk to me? What the hell has gotten in to you? Where's my best friend?"
"Gone." My reply was short and voice was low, I gave no emotion and my body language stayed the same and she continued to stare a look of disbelief on her face as I continued to shun her from life.
"Gone?" She questioned taking a step towards me. "Gone?" She was screaming again by now and I raised my eyebrows as I followed her movement.
"Yes, gone. How's Jai?" I asked moving around her and walking to the mirror she had hanging on the wall, my fingers tracing the photos of her and her youtube sensation boyfriend that poked out of the frame. The question was loaded, I didn't actually care for an answer, but the change of subject seemed like a better route than the one we had been headed.
Ariana disagreed.
"He's great, now what about you, where have you been, why have you-"
"Why does it matter?" I cut her off, my voice still cold and flat as I turned to face her.
Her jaw slacked and her eyebrows furrowed in the way they usually did when she was questioning me or trying to make sense of my thought process. "Because you're my best friend," was the best she could come up with and I laughed in her face, causing tears to spring to her eyes.
We were best friends, were being the operative word. For five years I watched her move from boyfriend to boyfriend, I even had a few myself, but they never lasted more than a couple of months, none of them could compare to her, but she didn't know that, she just thought I was to independent for a boyfriend or to picky to keep one.
"Please talk to me Liz, I miss you," her words were pleading and I just felt numb inside as I stood in her dressing room and looked around at the life she was making without me, her first real acting job where I wasn't by her side. She was getting along with it well and it just solidified my knowledge that she never needed me.
"I can't," I said trying to take a step around her, only to have her step the same direction and stop me.
"You can and you will, you aren't leaving here without giving me an explanation, this is bullshit Liz and you know it, since when do we go this long without talking, since when are you this short with me, so emotionless," she was shaking her head at me, her hand holding tight to my wrist and I figured the only way out was to scare her enough to make her want to let me leave. To make her let me go.
My lips crashed down on hers and my hand tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss before I cut if off completely, stepping back and staring at her. Her eyes were wide with shock and something I couldn't quite put my finger on and she had two fingers pressed to her bottom lip.
"I have to go," I said attempting to take another step around her, but before I could blink, scream or fight her off, my back hit the cold wall.
Her fingers got tangled up in my hair and she stroked my face with one hand while her lips found mine. They were soft, but the kiss was anything but, it was hungry and hard as her lips made their way down my chin, my jaw and neck. My mind was reeling and inside I was screaming for her to stop, all I wanted was her to give me enough time to run, but she wasn't doing that. Her lips stopped on my collarbone when I arched into her with a throaty moan. Instinctively I put my hand on the back of her head, her long, beautiful hair gathered in my hand. Her lips - those soft, sweet, strawberry lips - traced the grooves of my neck.
Her hand found the hem of my shirt and in haste she pulled it over my head and before I knew it my hands were fumbling with the zipper of those oh so Cat Valentine tiny jean shorts she was wearing. I slid them over her hips and they hit the floor, just as we did in a mess of limbs and discarded clothes. I pulled her up slightly, my fingers leaving a trail up her spine, pausing as I felt her wrap her arms around my waist and press her face in to the crevice between my breasts. I somehow managed to pull myself together long enough to unclasp her bra and peel it from her body, tossing it to the side as I pushed her down against the dressing room floor.
I trailed my lips across her chest, diving low and connecting each of her nipples in my mouth in turn. She let out a little whimper as I trailed down between her breast to her abdomen to the top of her underwear. Her hips bucked forward just slightly and I used my teeth to pull them down in one swift motion, I lowered my entire body to sit between her thighs, as I pressed light kissed to her wet mound with closed eyes. I felt a shudder rip through my body as my tongue traced over her clit and her body jerked and a moan of pleasure erupted from her lips. I stopped for a moment, watching her eyes half lidded as her hand found the back of my head and her back arched violently towards me, she guided me back down to her swollen clit. I flicked my tongue out and ran it over the sensitive area and her muscles gave away and I took the pleasurable moan as my ticket to advance my play. I pressed my lips down, my tongue performing circus acts between her legs.
I let one hand wander, finding her hardened nipples, I let each breast have it's turn as I palmed at them, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand making it's way south. I let my tongue continue it's assault on her clit as I slipped one finger inside of her. Her moans growing heavier and more breathy as I entered a second, in and out, in and out.
I picked up my pace until I felt her walls clamp down around my fingers, slowly I curled my fingers inside of her and I pursed my lips and sucked lightly on her sensitive nub until I felt her body shake and she screamed my name, saying it over and over until it was almost inaudible.
I removed myself from between her legs and sat up, inspecting the beads of sweat on her forehead and the look of pure pleasure. She had one arm covering her eyes and a smile that could kill spread across her face.
I went to stand, to remove myself from what would be an awkward situation once she realized what had just happened, but she must have known my thoughts because she grabbed a hold of me one more time and flipped me over, she stared down at me with eyes filled with lust and desire, but a knock on the door caused us both to freeze, emotion falling from her face as she was brought out of the world we just experienced and back to reality.
Someone called her to hair and make-up and we both listened to the footsteps fade. I was almost sure she was going to jump off of me and scream or cry, but instead she bent down and pressed her lips to mine.
It's finally going to happen, the words kept screaming themselves over and over in my mind as I felt her lips trailing my body, but I groaned as her phone rang a familiar tone and I felt her roll off of me.
"Jai.."
Quickly, Ariana grabbed her clothes, without looking at me and retreated to the bathroom and I grabbed mine, throwing them on and getting the hell out off studio to my car as fast as my feet would carry me.
When I was finally tucked away safely in the driver's seat I let my head fall to the steering wheel and I pounded my fist against the dash, tears flooding my eyes and streaking down my cheeks. I could still smell her on me, taste her in my mouth and I could feel myself slowly dying inside as I turned the key over and ignited the engine of my car, fleeing the scene.
And once again, I was gone.
This was supposed to be a one-shot, didn't happen. Probably going to be a two-shot or three.
Gah! I don't know!
Review though please?