"As Most Do" part 5/7 (chenzel)
Title: As Most Do (5/7)
Rating: NC-17 (whole series)
Pairing: Chenzel
Summary: Kristin tells the story of her and Idina's relationship.
Anna was openly weeping, tears running down her cheeks and into Kristin’s hair. “That’s so sad!” she said thickly, “That’s so bloody sad.”
“Oh, honey,” Kristin said wiping her tears away, “I warned you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it would be so bloody sad!”
“Oh, honey. You have no idea.”
“I can’t believe you!” Anna said swatting Kristin on the arm, “Why would you leave her like that?”
“I had to! It was best for her. It was best for the show.”
“But what about you?”
“I couldn’t be selfish. I had to look out for Idina. I had to look out for the cast.”
“Who’s looking out for you, Kris?” Anna said quietly.
Kristin looked away, “Can we just continue the story?”
“Of course. What happened when Idina found out you were gone?”
“I only know what Julia told me a couple of weeks later. She said that Idina just seemed in a daze the next morning. She didn’t cry, but she hardly smiled the whole day either. That morning she just sat there in her dress, looking in the mirror blankly. She kept asking where I was and was a half hour late for the wedding. But she went through with it. She married him.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I don’t know,” Kristin sighed, “I think I might have hoped that she would call off the wedding, leave Taye and come after me.”
“But she didn’t.”
“Nope.”
“Well…how did you two get through the show?”
“As best we could. We were in San Francisco for another month or so. We just didn’t acknowledge what happened and tried to be friends. Or at least we acted like we were friends in front of the rest of the cast. The only time we could really let go was as our characters on the stage. When she was Elphaba and I was Glinda, we could be who we wanted to be. We could have those little touches and intimate moments we weren’t allowed to have in real like. So the show didn’t really suffer at all. If anything it made it better because that was the only time we could touch each other or hold each other.”
“What I saw on the stage was brilliant. It worked.”
“Yeah, for the show but not for us. I couldn’t handle it anymore. That’s why I quite after only six months.”
“What did Idina say?”
“That’s the worst part. She didn’t say anything. I told her and she just looked at me and nodded before walking away.”
“And you haven’t talked since.”
“Yeah. I haven’t seen her since either. I don’t know what I would have done if I did see her. That’s why I moved. I couldn’t be in New York anymore.”
“Well. I’m glad you came here,” Anna said pulling herself on top of Kristin, “I think it’s a good thing you took the part.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Anna said kissing along her jaw, “because this way, I got to be the second costar you’ve ever slept with. I am only the second, right?”
“Of course,” Kristin said as Anna began an assault on her neck.
“We don’t have an early call time tomorrow, right?”
“Right.”
“Good.”
~/~/~/~
“Okay, good. Cut!” the director called from behind the monitor, “Good job Kristin, Anna. You can get out of that locker now. We’re wrapped for the day.” Kristin climbed out of the small locker that the script called for her to share with Anna for the episode and headed for her trailer, smiling and waving at a few people as she passed.
She walked into her trailer and looked at herself in the mirror to the vanity, jumping in surprise to see Ana reflected behind her on the couch. “Oh, you scared me half to death!” she said clutching a hand to her chest and looking at her British costar in the mirror. Anna stood up from the couch and began to walk towards Kristin like an animal stalking its prey.
Kristin’s mouth dried up and she licked her lips subconsciously when the other woman wrapped her arms around her from behind, pressing their bodies together. “Do you realize how long we were stuck in that locker?” Anna asked rhetorically, her voice low and gravely as she began to pull the shirt out of Kristin’s pants, “Our bodies pressed together like that.” Kristin shivered as Anna began placing kisses on the back of her neck.
“And the whole time,” she continued, “I could only think of doing this to you.” Anna slid her hand up Kristin’s shirt to hold her full breast, causing her to gasp. Kristin leaned her head back on Anna’s shoulder and searched out her lips. Anna’s other hand quickly made their way to the waistband of Kristin’s pants. She cupped her through her panties but as fast as it was there, it was gone. The blonde groaned in frustration and pressed her hips to the vanity in front of her in an attempt to relieve the throbbing that was between her thighs.
Anna noticed this and bit Kristin’s bottom lip, puling her hips away from the table. The smaller woman whimpered, “Anna, please.” She flushed both from embarrassment for begging like that and for the look Anna was giving her. Like she was going to devour her.
All thoughts quickly left her head though when Anna’s fingers plunged into waiting head. Kristin wrapped an arm behind Anna’s neck, grasping at her skull as she stroked her. She panted against the taller woman’s neck. She was close, she could feel it. If only she would hit that one spot.
There was a tentative knock at the door but Anna didn’t cease her stroking. “Just a moment!” se called as Kristin bit her own lip in an attempt to keep from moaning. This needed to end soon, and Kristin knew it wouldn’t if she didn’t help, so she pushed up and twisted her hips so that Anna’s fingers could bring her to and end. She smashed her lips to the British woman’s, letting her swallow the moan that spilled form her lips. She held on to the vanity for support as Anna grabbed a tissue to wipe her hand on. Kristin did up her pants and tried to fix her hair. “Don’t worry, no one will know,” Anna whispered to Kristin before opening the door.
No sooner then she had opened the door did Anna say breathlessly, “Oh, bloody hell.”
Rating: NC-17 (whole series)
Pairing: Chenzel
Summary: Kristin tells the story of her and Idina's relationship.
Anna was openly weeping, tears running down her cheeks and into Kristin’s hair. “That’s so sad!” she said thickly, “That’s so bloody sad.”
“Oh, honey,” Kristin said wiping her tears away, “I warned you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it would be so bloody sad!”
“Oh, honey. You have no idea.”
“I can’t believe you!” Anna said swatting Kristin on the arm, “Why would you leave her like that?”
“I had to! It was best for her. It was best for the show.”
“But what about you?”
“I couldn’t be selfish. I had to look out for Idina. I had to look out for the cast.”
“Who’s looking out for you, Kris?” Anna said quietly.
Kristin looked away, “Can we just continue the story?”
“Of course. What happened when Idina found out you were gone?”
“I only know what Julia told me a couple of weeks later. She said that Idina just seemed in a daze the next morning. She didn’t cry, but she hardly smiled the whole day either. That morning she just sat there in her dress, looking in the mirror blankly. She kept asking where I was and was a half hour late for the wedding. But she went through with it. She married him.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I don’t know,” Kristin sighed, “I think I might have hoped that she would call off the wedding, leave Taye and come after me.”
“But she didn’t.”
“Nope.”
“Well…how did you two get through the show?”
“As best we could. We were in San Francisco for another month or so. We just didn’t acknowledge what happened and tried to be friends. Or at least we acted like we were friends in front of the rest of the cast. The only time we could really let go was as our characters on the stage. When she was Elphaba and I was Glinda, we could be who we wanted to be. We could have those little touches and intimate moments we weren’t allowed to have in real like. So the show didn’t really suffer at all. If anything it made it better because that was the only time we could touch each other or hold each other.”
“What I saw on the stage was brilliant. It worked.”
“Yeah, for the show but not for us. I couldn’t handle it anymore. That’s why I quite after only six months.”
“What did Idina say?”
“That’s the worst part. She didn’t say anything. I told her and she just looked at me and nodded before walking away.”
“And you haven’t talked since.”
“Yeah. I haven’t seen her since either. I don’t know what I would have done if I did see her. That’s why I moved. I couldn’t be in New York anymore.”
“Well. I’m glad you came here,” Anna said pulling herself on top of Kristin, “I think it’s a good thing you took the part.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Anna said kissing along her jaw, “because this way, I got to be the second costar you’ve ever slept with. I am only the second, right?”
“Of course,” Kristin said as Anna began an assault on her neck.
“We don’t have an early call time tomorrow, right?”
“Right.”
“Good.”
~/~/~/~
“Okay, good. Cut!” the director called from behind the monitor, “Good job Kristin, Anna. You can get out of that locker now. We’re wrapped for the day.” Kristin climbed out of the small locker that the script called for her to share with Anna for the episode and headed for her trailer, smiling and waving at a few people as she passed.
She walked into her trailer and looked at herself in the mirror to the vanity, jumping in surprise to see Ana reflected behind her on the couch. “Oh, you scared me half to death!” she said clutching a hand to her chest and looking at her British costar in the mirror. Anna stood up from the couch and began to walk towards Kristin like an animal stalking its prey.
Kristin’s mouth dried up and she licked her lips subconsciously when the other woman wrapped her arms around her from behind, pressing their bodies together. “Do you realize how long we were stuck in that locker?” Anna asked rhetorically, her voice low and gravely as she began to pull the shirt out of Kristin’s pants, “Our bodies pressed together like that.” Kristin shivered as Anna began placing kisses on the back of her neck.
“And the whole time,” she continued, “I could only think of doing this to you.” Anna slid her hand up Kristin’s shirt to hold her full breast, causing her to gasp. Kristin leaned her head back on Anna’s shoulder and searched out her lips. Anna’s other hand quickly made their way to the waistband of Kristin’s pants. She cupped her through her panties but as fast as it was there, it was gone. The blonde groaned in frustration and pressed her hips to the vanity in front of her in an attempt to relieve the throbbing that was between her thighs.
Anna noticed this and bit Kristin’s bottom lip, puling her hips away from the table. The smaller woman whimpered, “Anna, please.” She flushed both from embarrassment for begging like that and for the look Anna was giving her. Like she was going to devour her.
All thoughts quickly left her head though when Anna’s fingers plunged into waiting head. Kristin wrapped an arm behind Anna’s neck, grasping at her skull as she stroked her. She panted against the taller woman’s neck. She was close, she could feel it. If only she would hit that one spot.
There was a tentative knock at the door but Anna didn’t cease her stroking. “Just a moment!” se called as Kristin bit her own lip in an attempt to keep from moaning. This needed to end soon, and Kristin knew it wouldn’t if she didn’t help, so she pushed up and twisted her hips so that Anna’s fingers could bring her to and end. She smashed her lips to the British woman’s, letting her swallow the moan that spilled form her lips. She held on to the vanity for support as Anna grabbed a tissue to wipe her hand on. Kristin did up her pants and tried to fix her hair. “Don’t worry, no one will know,” Anna whispered to Kristin before opening the door.
No sooner then she had opened the door did Anna say breathlessly, “Oh, bloody hell.”