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The air in the confined space of the airplane was cool. The seat was comfortable, but Anita still shifted in it, testing if she was made for this life. She certainly was. A brief smile appeared on her lips as she allowed herself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like to make her way to the top, to truly make it, the way Gina did. Anita frowned at her own thought. Ever since she was able to take a closer look at Gina Reign, see her as a person and not as a performer, she felt mildly disappointed with what she found hiding underneath the surface.

Whatever was happening with Gina, Anita couldn’t help but see her BOTB mentor as ungrateful and spoiled. Every step Anita saw Gina take was leading to nothing but more mess, more disruption. If Anita were in Gina’s place, she would’ve never let it happen. No, she was far too ambitious, far too driven and disciplined to allow anything to stop her from getting to the top and staying there. Once Anita makes it big, she won’t let go of success, she will grip it until her nails are bloody if someone tries to tear it away. Gina… she was slowly losing it, allowing her feelings to affect her career, her life’s work. Anita would’ve called this behavior pathetic if it wasn’t for one simple fact – it was Gina’s private jet she was on board of, and Gina was the big star, not her. Not yet. 

Anita looked over at her side, where Victoria was sitting next to her wife. Gina was awake and, for a brief moment, their eyes met. Anita flashed Gina a smile and hoped that it looked as teasing as she intended. A light frown appeared on Gina’s face as she briefly looked at Victoria, then looked at Anita again, matching her smile. There was one great thing about Gina being as messy and self-destructive as she was – she didn’t mind blowing things up for what she wanted, and Anita didn’t miss a chance to make sure to become a thing Gina craved. 

Seducing Gina Reign wasn’t a part of the plan, but once the cheating allegations came out, Anita knew that it was far too late to worry about her reputation. Some people would always remember her as a lead singer of a band that cheated their way into competition, so why not make it true? Especially when Gina seemed to be so susceptible to this heavy flirtation between them? 

Gina Reign was a rock star for a long time, she was used to getting what she wanted. Becoming someone Gina wanted seemed like the right course of action. Being near her, becoming important to her, becoming Gina’s comfort was something Anita knew she could do. And, with Gina, came connections and favors able to skyrocket Anita’s career faster than any competition could.

Anita should’ve felt bad, any moral person would’ve, but did any moral person ever make it to the top? Did they become popular, loved, and adored because they did everything right and followed rules? Anita wasn’t about to become the first. She encouraged Victoria to think of herself, of her career, first. She encouraged Gina when she carelessly flirted. She would smile and nod when Viktor White would speak, because those were the things she needed to do to get to the top. And she would continue to do it, for as long as needed, until she’s a start and everything else is nothing but noise. 

When Anita looked at Gina again, she met an attentive look of her green eyes. Victoria tucked herself into the seat, blanket covering most of her frame. Some would find it flattering that Gina had her attention on Anita and not on her model wife, but Anita knew what it truly was. Desire to take a bite of something forbidden and poisonous, nothing else. Need to feel the high, no substance could provide. That’s what it was. And, in this instance, Anita was happy to play the dealer. 

Anita got out of her seat and made her way to the restroom. She didn’t know if Gina would follow her. Any sane, smart person wouldn’t, but Anita was sure neither of those qualities were possessed by Gina. Of course, the restroom of a private jet wouldn’t be as cramped and disgusting as that of a commercial flight. Anita smiled at herself in the mirror as she washed her face. She felt determined, but a tiny part of her, one that remembered how badly she wanted nothing but to introduce her music to the world, was fighting against her plan. It didn’t matter. Once she makes it to the top, she’ll be untouchable.

Anita wiped her hands, the tattoo on her wrist coming into view.  She should’ve gotten rid of it when she had a chance, because the black ink on her skin was nothing but a reminder of how stupid she was to believe that someone might love her. Emotions were fleeting, unreliable. They were tools to help Anita get her way to the top. 

She didn’t hear the door open, she only noticed that she wasn’t alone when she heard a familiar voice. 

“You know, some people might see it and get a false impression that you’re taken,” Gina flashed a bright smile at her. They were together, behind a closed door, in a small space made for one. When Gina took Anita’s hand in hers and ran her fingers over the ink, Anita didn’t react, allowing her to explore. This touch already felt too intimate, and she didn’t mind. 

“You mean, the same false impression people might get when looking at your ring?” Anita’s tone was slightly teasing, but she was serious. She tested the waters with Gina many times before, inching closer and closer into forbidden territory, but not crossing a line yet. 

“Does it bother you?” Gina asked, lifting her left hand to Anita’s face. Maybe it was her attempt to make both of them sober up and end this moment before it would start. 

“Not if it doesn’t bother you,” there was already too little space between them, and Anita only made the two of them closer by leaning to Gina, looking up into her eyes. “But here, really? When your wife is right behind this door? Where anyone can catch us in the act?”

Anita wasn’t stupid. Gina didn’t follow her into the restroom to give her a motivational speech as a mentor should. She wanted to fuck, nothing complicated about this desire. And Anita was willing to give Gina anything, as long as she could get some special treatment out of it. 

“Part of me wants it to happen,” for a moment, Gina didn’t sound like herself. Her smile was wobbly, all arrogance and flirtation gone. “To see it all burn down. But I’m not trying to take you down with me. Nothing will happen unless you want it to happen.”

At least she was courteous, Anita thought. They didn’t have much time, and she couldn’t let this opportunity go past her, not while Gina was right in front of her, wanting and aching. Rock stars always get what they want, don’t they? 

“How do you want me?” Anita asked with readiness, and it might’ve been this readiness that took Gina aback. Anita silently cursed herself as she saw a look of confusion on the star’s attractive face. She shouldn’t have been so forward. She had to fix it. “I want to make you feel good. Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to eat you out?” 

Anita leaned closer and put her hands on Gina’s shoulders, their chests touching. Anita leaned up, closer to Gina’s face, almost touching her lips. There was still the same hesitance on Gina’s face. Anita was sure that she ruined it, that she went too hard. She should’ve let Gina lead. 

“I don’t want you to fuck your idol, Anita,” Gina let out against her mouth. The words came out forceful, as if Gina felt uncomfortable saying them. One would think Gina Reign would be used to giving people instructions. “I want you to have sex with me.” 

Anita felt Gina’s hands on her hips, a light caress she didn’t expect. Something strange rose in her chest. Regret? Guilt? It didn’t matter, nothing mattered. They had too little time, and she had to make sure Gina wouldn’t back away. 

“Then have me,” Anita exhaled into the space between them. Her words were filled with emotions she was sure she didn’t feel, but she sounded convincing enough to finally force Gina to make a move. 

Anita felt her body being tightly pressed against the door of the restroom when Gina kissed her. It didn’t feel hungry or desperate as Anita thought it would be. Instead, every touch felt hesitant and unsure. One would think that once you decide to cheat, you just go for it, but Gina was still holding back. At least, until Anita answered, until she wrapped her arms around Gina’s neck. 

The world didn’t disappear. Anita was still very aware of the fact that Victoria was there, waiting for her wife, that what they were doing was wrong by any standard, but she kept going. In a way, the wrongness of it turned her on more than Gina herself. Was it horrible, was she horrible? Yes, the answer was yes. But she didn’t care. 

Anita softly moaned into Gina’s mouth when she felt a knee being pushed between her legs, spreading them open. She didn’t stop a hand making its way down the front of her loose pants, under the elastic of her underwear. Anita kept kissing Gina, drowning everything else in this heated moment. 

Anita was grateful for a mouth covering her lips, their kiss made her moans barely audible when Gina reached her goal, and Anita felt a touch against her clit. Feeling her reaction, Gina continued, adding more pressure against the sensitive nub, making Anita moan into their kiss again. At least she didn’t have to pretend that it felt good, because it did. Anita slightly angled her hips, asking for more friction. 

Anita dug her fingers into Gina’s shoulders, trying to keep her balance, as she felt the movement of fingertips against her wetness. It felt overwhelming, even more so when she felt Gina’s hand travel lower, teasing her entrance, spreading the wetness all over, just to dip lower again and, finally, fill her. 

Anita could barely breathe. The heat, the lack of air, the tension of her walls around Gina’s fingers, all of it was so much. Gina couldn’t finger Anita fast enough, not when Anita was still wearing her pants and the angle of the movement was so awkward, but the strokes she was given were more than enough for her. Or, maybe, it was adrenaline that got her to the finish so fast. 

Anita felt her the rush of heat spread from between her legs. Even if Gina wouldn’t give her special treatment after their time together, an orgasm was something. 

Gina’s fingers were still inside her as Anita was taking deep breaths, returning to reality. 

“So, what you wanted all this time was to make me come?” she asked quietly, with a laugh. Gina smiled back. 

“I guess,” she pressed a surprisingly chaste kiss to Anita’s lips before she pulled away. Anita let out a small whimper, feeling aching emptiness inside her, just to look down and see Gina’s hand. Gina’s left hand, covered in her wetness, her wedding ring shining with it as well. Anita shouldn’t have felt as turned on by that sight as she was. 

The silence was awkward, heavy. They didn’t get caught, not yet, but it wasn’t a normal situation. They weren’t just a couple having fun, they were a cheater and a homewrecker. Roles no one wanted, but they now had. 

Anita watched as Gina washed her hands and looked in the mirror to make sure there was nothing suspicious about her appearance. Her swollen lips were there for questioning, but other than that, she looked perfect. 

“I’ll go first. You should wait before you follow,” Gina said, unaffectionately. Exactly what Anita expected. They were done, at least for now, nothing else to add. 

Gina stopped at the door, looking tense. She turned back and looked at Anita. She knew what she expected to hear from Gina. “You can’t tell anyone”, “say a word and I’ll ruin your life”.

“I’m glad we did it,” Gina said instead, with a smile that looked far too vulnerable, before she left the restroom. 

Anita swallowed hard and stepped to the mirror. She did it. She was one step closer to her goal. She could ignore the unsettling sensation in her gut and go for it. 

"You're moving your hand."

"I'm not, it's the bus shaking."

Willow tightened their grip on August's hand. During the long stretch on the road in the tour bus, Willow offered to paint August's nails with a fun new design. She was bored and needed a break from the songwriting anyways. Or maybe it was just an excuse to hold their hand for an extended time. Something that happened more and more. Their "platonic" hand holding, "accidental" brushes when they passed each other on the cramped tour bus. Nothing they wouldn't do with other band members.

Why then, was it so exhilarating?

Willow felt like a fumbling teenager around August, finding excuses to be around them, getting nervous at their touch. Even now, they felt butterflies flying around their stomach, a response to their close proximity. Their sides touching, close enough that Willow felt August's curls brush her cheek when the bus swayed on the road. August scrolled through their phone for some time, before putting it down. Willow could feel their eyes on her, as she focused on trying to paint a little strawberry on their thumbnail.

"You stick out your tongue when you focus." A casual and neutral statement, a usual for August.

"Do I?" She mumbled, turning her head to face them, tongue still out. Their face was so close. Willow had to look back down or the small smile that graced August's lips would've made them pass out.

"You do it while writing too." Warmth spread in Willow's chest. August watched her enough to notice such quirks? "It's cute." Their tone turned lower, and Willow felt their breath near her ear. Her hand shook, almost messing up the design on August's nails. She did not want to know how pathetic her own face looked like right now.

Wanting to change the subject, before their face got more flushed, Willow raised August's hand to her lips to blow air on the still wet nail. August's remaining fingers grasped her hand at the cold contact.

"What do you think?" Willow turned her face slightly to August with a grin. They studied the design with a neutral expression. Oh how Willow wished they could understand August's unreadable face.

"Is it a tomato?" August tilted their head.

"What? This is clearly a strawberry."

August lowered their glasses squinting at their nails. With a grin on their own lips they said "When I take off my glasses it kinda looks like a strawberry."

"Cruel, simply cruel Auggie." Willow couldn't help but laugh. "You should ask Rowan to do this, he's the artistic talent of this band."

August hummed as they straightened out their hand, laying it back on Willow's palm. "You should do another nail." Willow felt like they might explode when they felt August's cheek rest on their shoulder. They were such good friends.