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he finishes a rehearsal, walking back stage and smiling at you, and you smile back instinctively. he's sweating of course, but the musk of his cologne hides any odor. he calls your name, in a bit of a whiny tone because he's tired but performing is such a thrill and he's always excited to meet the fans.
"how was i," he asks, knowing you watched from the monitors, and you give two thumbs up, "amazing! as always of course!" he gives a grateful smile as he sits in the chair infront of you, ready for touch up, your words always help lift up his spirits, you have no idea how much he appreciates them. "it's because of you," he glances at you in the mirror's reflection, "the outfit and make up is really nice" a shy compliment back, though you don't realize.
"they do, but they only enhance what's already there. you're naturally beautiful" he blushes at your words and you smile, oh how did this man go from looking cool and dominating the stage to being cute and shy here? "now sit still, i need to wipe off your sweat first" and you do, starting with your hands against his neck, gentle yet firm. dipping into the v line of his shirt, you feel him tense up, heart rating dancing a little. so does yours, making you avoid eye contact with him for the moment. this part of your job is always awkward but you hope he doesn't mind it much.
the moment couldn't have lasted more than a minute but it felt so much longer. you wipe your hands, clearing your throat to rid of the awkward tension. "alright, let's touch up your make up," is what you mean to say but you don't get past the first syllable when you meet his eyes in the mirror. smoldering, gaze burning into yours with such intensity you feel the air sucked out of you.
he looks like he'd eat you alive.
take you apart slowly, messily, lazily with the grace of a predator that's taking pleasure in a long awaited kill. he'd keep you on edge all night, begging and crying out his name for release, for him to go faster, harder, anything oh god, please anything but no, he wouldn't give in to you that easily, not when he's been waiting for this for so long.
a cough brings you out of your fantasies, and you blink rapidly, gathering your bearings. your reflection stares back at you and oh... you're flushed red head to toe and it's screamingly obvious. he chuckles at your flustered state, making you wish for a hole to pop open and swallow you, please. anything to escape the embarrassment radiating off your cheeks.
thankfully, he seems merciful and smiles shyly instead, not that it really helps. "uh," you both start. then stop. "no, you first-" "no, you-" you blink at each other and then it's a giggling mess. he's covering his smile with one hand while you're hiding your face with both of yours. it feels like you're in high school, experiencing your first crush all over again. butterflies dance in your stomach.
"uhm..." you put your hands down to look at him, though you keep one up to hide your smile. it's embarrassing how much your cheeks hurt though he doesn't look any better. "is it ok if i go to the restroom first?" his request feels so out of place from the moment that reality hits you, "oh yeah, go ahead!" gosh what were you thinking? you're his stylist, you're supposed to be professional!
he smiles, unaware of your inner turmoil and gets up, quickly making his way. you're about to look away, take the moment to re-organise your tools and your thoughts, when the way he walks catches your attention. hunched over, walking hurriedly albeit awkwardly. you're about to wonder if he hurt his foot or something when you notice the bright red of his ears and nape. oh...
you look away, feeling your heart beat quicken and cheeks flush once more. maybe it's okay to be a bit.. unprofessional...