Rigoletto was divided into two sections, the first an hour and a half, the second about forty minutes. Their seats were in a private box on the lowest box level. It thrust out a bit, and once seated, Emilia initially worried that everyone would be able to glance to the box and see anything from the waist up during the show. Once the lights went down and the curtain rose, her apprehension dwindled. The theatre seating remained very dark even with the stage lights illuminating an area stretching out toward the orchestra pit.
For the first few minutes, she could not focus on the show, wondering when her own performance would begin. After the opening, however, as applause died down among the audience, Magnus put an arm around her, their seats positioned fairly close to each other. His fingers brushed her shoulder and she jumped slightly. She cast him a glance, his eyes glinting with amusement from his shaded profile. He bit his lip with a silent chuckle, then simply continued running his fingers lightly along the top of her arm. After the first few minutes of this action, Emilia settled in, satisfied that she was safe for the time being.
At the interval, Magnus rose and offered his hand. She took it and they made their way to one of several concessions stations. Magnus had put in an order before the show for them, and selected their wine glasses, hers white, his red, from a table of assorted prepared drinks. Clinking glasses and sipping their wine, Magnus' eyes shimmered with mischief.
"Are you enjoying the show?"
"Mmmm," she nodded, attempting to remain collected. The desire curled off him now, playful, but assertive.
"You know," she continued with a small, nervous smile, "I expected to feel less nervous about this when the time came."
"Am I making you nervous?"
"With that devious glint in your eyes? No, not a bit," she said, taking another sip of her wine.
"I don't want you to be nervous, darling," he purred.
"You do," she countered with a flashed grin. "After what I did to you, you want me a little nervous."
"Perhaps," he mused. "But only a little. If you don't want to-"
"Don't," she cut in. "I would never have offered if I didn't want. And I'm not so nervous as to have any… excitement tempered. I just thought I'd be more together, you know?"
Magnus leaned down and kissed her cheek. "So long as you've prepared yourself to come undone."
She shuddered, but it wasn't from nerves this time. His words and lips brushing her skin sent a spark through to her core. She clenched with a small kegel to slow the rush of juices. His lips ghosted to her jaw and he nibbled the bottom of her lobe before pulling back, a smirk crossing his lips before he took another sip of wine.
Emilia downed half her remaining wine in one gulp, then the rest in another. She sighed, turning to look at others milling about around them.
"They have no idea," Magnus said softly, a hand drifting to the small of her back. "And it's up to you whether or not they see."
She shook her head. "You're going to push me to the limit on this."
"I certainly hope so," he replied before taking a large swig of his wine. He plucked her glass from her and sauntered to a tray on a stand for empty drinks. He went up to the concessions and ordered a bottle of water, the only liquid allowed in the theatre, and returned to her.
"Ready?" He asked with a sincerity that melted her almost as his taunting desire.
"As I'll ever be."
They returned to the box. Emilia sat in her chair, setting her clutch under her seat as Magnus shifted his chair so it just touched the edge of hers.
As the lights fell, darkening the audience again, Magnus placed a hand on Emilia's knee. She stiffened.
"Relax, darling" he murmured in her ear. "Whenever you say stop, I will stop. Please enjoy this."
He kissed her cheek and she relaxed. She took a deep breath, chest expanding and his eyes shimmered as the lights came back up on stage. He turned his gaze back to the stage as his hand slid higher. When he reached the hem of her dress, he teased his fingers along it, exploring without pushing. Sliding fingers between her legs, up toward his destination, he glanced back to her. Emilia was trying to focus forward, on the stage, but her breaths were already deep, concentrated, chest rising and falling in a hypnotizing rhythm.
She parted her legs ever so slightly and he took the invitation. As soon as his middle finger brushed her folds, he sighed. He kept his gaze focused on her face as he ran it along the length of her slit. Her lips parted into a small 'o' shape, but she recovered in the next breath.
Magnus pulled the pocket square from his breast pocket, unfolding it with a flick of his wrist. He leaned close again. "You're so wet already, love. I don't want to ruin your dress."
She nodded, lifting herself off the seat slightly, letting him shift the cloth between her dress and the lower area it covered. It took a little maneuvering, but once settled, she eased back into the chair, back resting a little more casually, legs parted just a bit further.
This time he did not tease. His fingers slid right up into her slickness. She grasped the seat of the chair, eyelids fluttering as he pressed one finger halfway into her. He stroked it within her a few times, then withdrew it, bringing it to his mouth.
"So good," he said softly, mimicking her stance trying to appear focused on the opera. "I wish I could bend you over and take you right here."
He turned to her, and she snapped her head to meet his gaze, her eyes blazing with the challenge.
"You wouldn't stop me, would you? So long as you knew we could be discreet. You'd let me, wouldn't you, darling?"
She opened her mouth, a retort forming, then snapped it shut. Even in the dim light coming from the stage, Magnus saw the blush creep into her pale cheeks.
"God, I love you," he sighed, and her challenging expression softened to a small smile.
She looked back to the stage and Magnus returned his attention to her legs. He teased his way along her inner thighs before delving again to explore her folds. His fingers worked purposefully, and almost agonizingly slowly. When Mia gave a small huff of frustration, he grinned, then pushed his middle finger in two knuckles deep, crooking it against her inner walls. Her huff became a gasp, almost a moan. She clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening as he worked his finger faster, sliding it skillfully in and out.
Her eyelids fluttered as he added another, his thumb starting to work her clit with precision.
Magnus leaned close. "Focus, darling."
She took a deep breath and refocused on the stage.
"Not on them. On us. On this," He slowed his movement, pressing gently on the sensitive spot within her walls.
Her eyes closed. She dipped her head back a bit.
"That's it, love," Magnus whispered in her ear before softly nibbling her neck just below the lobe.
Her breathing quickened and he changed his pace to match. As the music faded, changing tune, Emilia's eyes shot open. She could hear the soft, squelching noises. Magnus placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"They can't hear it. Even if someone could they wouldn't know what it was. Not unless you gave it away by your shocked face. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Her head snapped to look at him and he ducked back a little just in time to miss their faces smashing together. Her look challenged him again, and when he opened his mouth to speak, her hand shot out, clasping his neck as she pressed forward to kiss him. Devouring him in her kiss, he uttered and unexpected moan and she shuddered.
"Do it," she whispered as the music began to swell again.
His lips moved back toward her ear. "The deal was as far as you brought me. But if you can be quiet, darling, I would be happy to extend the terms."
"Magnus," she murmured in his ear before nipping the lobe. "Either your fingers make me cum now, or your cock does."
His fingers pressed her g-spot again and his thumb clamped down just above her clit. One hand gripped his arm while the other still clung to his neck. Her hips bucked once, twice, and then her body began to tremble. He gently worked her neck with his mouth, his free arm wrapped almost protectively around her shoulder. With a shuddering sigh, her grip loosened on him and he moved his lips back to meet hers. His kiss was soft, assuring.
"Are you alright, love?" He whispered.
She nodded, then kissed him again. He slowly withdrew his hand, bringing it between their lips. He extended his middle finger toward her as he slipped his index finger in his mouth. She smiled coyly before mimicking his suckling. He eased his hand away and again reached down between her legs. With a cheeky flash of a smile, he slid off his chair and dropped to one knee.
"Magnus," she hissed in a whisper.
His lips brushed her knee. His hands gently wiped her clean with the pocket square and slid it from under her dress. He folded it neatly and tucked it in an inside pocket. He kissed her other knee, then eased back up into his seat, running a hand through his hair.
Emilia had resumed 'watching' the opera. He placed a gentle hand on her knee and she placed hers over it.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Darling Mia, it was my absolute pleasure."