"How do you think tonight's concert will go?"
Nana laughed, setting down the wireless microphone in her lap. "Like always," she interrupted, "amazing, heart driven fans will come a support us. Then we whip out the Brandy, Black Stone Cherry smokes, one or two groupies, and celebrate with a toast to another great gig in the bag."
"I hope Nobu is watching us from the bar. Poor guy's foot is so messed up, he can barely walk. He'll probably be in a wheelchair." Shin tuned his bass guitar as if her were stroking a delicate child.
"Good thing we have Lee. You are like, another member of the band to us, you know." Nana inhaled her cigarette deeply, and went into a dreamy state.
Lee grasped the neck of her guitar, letting her ruby, wavy hair fall in front of her face like a curtain. She examined her callus-ridden fingers and pursed her lips. She stared into Shin's luminous eyes, a smile involuntarily curving in her peach-colored lips. Shin caught the young woman's secret message, and his eyes closed carefully.
Lee didn't take her focus off of Shin, neither did Shin. Both of the teens tip-toed out of the practice room and left Nana in her deep slumber. Shin laced his fingers with Lee's and led her into an abandoned, dark, empty room another story above the apartment. With a click of a broken bobby pin, Shin picked the lock of the apartment door and slid in like a sneaky animal. Lee felt her heart thumps increasing in her body, almost leaking out her ears. She wouldn't be surprised if Shin heard them too.
"You know, we have to start finding places with an actual mattress instead of just a plain wood surface." Shin muttered in his lowest, scratchiest voice.
"Or a cold cement ground, not to mention." Lee gazed out the window into the city. A warm hand was felt on her bare shoulder. Shin grabbed the end of her chin, his eyes searching for the passion he's been craving all day. He gently peeled off Lee's tank top, leaving her breasts to suffer the freezing winter air of Tokyo, Japan. The brightest lights of the city lamps were just enough for Lee to distinguish Shin's shimmering eyes, full of want and crave and obsession. "Shin, wait."
The eager teenager furrowed his brow. "What is it, Lee?" His voice was responsive but somehow impatient.
Lee did not bother to cover herself, but she stood there, shivering uncontrollably. Her hands felt clammy against Shin's soft skin. "Never mind…" Lee bit her lip and held Shin's face in her palm. "You're too damn cute to care."
Shin grinned slyly, brushing his cheek against her naked chest. "What were you going to say anyway?" He carefully dropped to the floor, his skinny, pale body hovering over hers. His lips began to massage her neck, little bites becoming a part of her past bruises. Shin's hands were all over her body, hugging her waist and feeling up against her underwear. Lee was too into Shin's touches to actually justify what she was about to say.
"I was…gonna…mmn…say, are we going to do this every time before one of your gigs?" Lee wrapped her legs around Shin's body, pulling him forward.
"You keep my adrenaline pumping. That's why we never really do IT. I perform so much better if I know you're waiting for me to fuck you. I anticipate your body as I play…" Shin nibbled on Lee's cheek, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
"I'll be playing with you tonight. Who knows? Maybe I'll just drop my guitar and fuck you right on stage." Lee violently pulled Shin's hair. They were both huffing, out of breath, and haven't even started doing anything more than kissing and straddling each other.
Shin's pocket began to vibrate, followed by an annoying charm. He flipped open his cell-phone, and answered angrily. "Hello?"
"Get your asses back, we're about to leave for the show!" Nana's furious voice echoed through the walls of the empty room. She hung up the phone without a response, and Lee had already pulled her tank top back on.
Shin held her hand, and kissed it with such ardor. "Let's do this."