Title: Just a Kiss.
Rating: R-ish (just to be safe, just some strong language imho)
Disclaimer: I have "A Little bit wicked". does that count?
Summary: We are always wanting more, most of the times not getting it. And just a kiss may be enough.
Notes: un-beta'd all the mistakes are my own to keep... what? Anyway, set during Kristin's last show. And this is very short.
The end. The end of a companionship that lasted years. They somehow knew, deep inside, that they wouldn't be friends when this was over. This was it.
The crowd was raised giving a standing ovation for the departure of the three. To them, there was just the two. Their hands so together and fingers intertwined fearing that maybe if one of them let go the other would vanish into thin air.
There was a sorrow filling their guts, her face wet with her own hysterical tears, so much for trying so hard being extremely professional for years. Years that were ending now, the curtain was falling and they were moving closer like a magnetic force was pulling them to each other. They seemed like they would hug, the curtain fell, they kissed.
She could smell soap and sweat, taste paint and wine. So, that's how she kept it together, she drank during intermission. The company tried to look surprised, but that would be too hypocritical; they all at least once put their ears close to doors trying to hear muffled cries of pleasure.
Except they never did, because as surprising as that was, that was their second kiss (the first one being basically a joke during the try-outs).
They wanted more, but they needed air, so they parted. And that was it. Kristin looked at Idina feeling as empty as the brunette looked.
There could never be an “us” that involved them. But that didn't stop them from falling in love, crying in dressing rooms, feeling guilty even thought nothing ever happened. Love was never a blessing in their case.
As they left the Theatre for a bittersweet party they were at least thankful they've met. Feeling that love would never be enough to make them a couple. But it would become overwhelming every time they remembered the nothing and it would create many beautiful things every time one of them decided to make art, make anything that would talk about love.