Seven Sins of St. Berry
Envy
Rehearsal is running long again, not that he minds. Dropping into a vacant seat, he offers a nod of acknowledgment to a few familiar faces before his gaze swiftly hones in on her smouldering limelight once more and the rest of the chorus cast falls away. He will never tire of watching her move. Lithe and silky, petite and powerful, she meets each cue with a fierce yet controlled intent. She was mesmerizing, all curves and points and precision timing, bending like a willow sapling in the most provocative of ways. A tight blend of rolling hips and pressed bodies, arching limbs and lifts, teasing the audience just as much as her partner.
Sometimes people ask if he gets jealous. He just smiles and shrugs. The fact was it just wasn't a productive emotion when it came to their professional worlds. Sometimes he amused himself by imagining the reactions of her previous exs if faced with such similar prospects concerning their other half. The results would be less than dignified he was sure.
The music cut, the rehearsal was finally called and the couples broke apart from their varying clinches with an excited chatter. He watched her hug a few friends as she made her way across the stage, turning to kiss her partner on the cheek as he smacked her butt in playful farewell.
He glimpses Dylan eyeing him curiously, almost a little nervously. Jesse suppresses a smirk at the reaction. Shaking some rusty blonde hair out of his eyes, his friend lowers his voice in a conspiratorial mutter.
"How can it not bother you?"
Before he could answer, he was distracted by the sound of a hurried approach up the aisle. He caught a flash of a beaming smile and flushed cheeks before he was seized by the scarf at his neck and yanked into an eagerly demanding kiss. He grinned against her lips, his fingers fondling with the damp ebony hair that had flown free from her bun as he embraced the welcome with equal ardour.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that she had had untied the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around her own while his attention had been otherwise engaged. She smirked at him innocently, bringing their noses close enough to touch. Jesse smiled, tugging pointedly on the grey cashmere that fell over her chest.
"That's mine."
"I bought it," she argued with cheekily cocked eyebrow.
He laughed, gently catching her chin to press another kiss to her lips.
"Ready to go home?"
"Hell yes," she breathed hotly, licking her lips as her eyes danced with a fresh passion, one that only he got to taste. "Let me just go grab my stuff." She pressed her face in close to his, pulling his mouth back to hers for a quick, blistering kiss. "Don't. Go. Anywhere," she warned playfully, jabbing a finger at his shoulder in emphasis.
Then with a last flash of a smile, she jumped up again and ran over towards backstage. Jesse watched her until she was out of sight, his nerves already singing in anticipation. Standing up, he turned around and cast one last glance at the smirking witnessing to their little reunion, a secret smile playing about his lips.
"That's why."
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AN Hello lovely readers! Okay this is just a little clip fic to try and ease myself back into writing, and specifically for these two. I originally was going to have seven drabbles all together, but since I still can't keep to a hundred words (sigh) it's now going to be split up into short chapters. As ever I love to hear what you guys think, all reviews welcome! Also, if anyone has any preference for which "sin" is posted next, feel free to shout up :) Thanks for reading.