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Abby and Romance continue to flirt and seduce the crowd, going as far as to trap a few into a kiss-sandwich. But, in-between cute poses and fans losing their minds, tension thickens when the two pinkies lock eyes. As if their is more to their preference of playful luring to the female admirers. And the rumors online seem to think so too...

TWO HOURS LATER. ROMANCE'S BEDROOM. Abby watched as Romance applied a fresh layer of lip cosmetic to the soft plush of her mouth, leaning an elbow against the painted white wood of the vanity desk while Abby sat next to her in a trance.

The mere thought of smearing rosette onto her lips from Romance's sent a shiver ascending up her spine, a shudder barely repressed as she shifted on the seat of the cushioned bench. Geez, she was getting worked up over lipstick, what is wrong with her?

"Bebe, are you alright? Your breathing is swallowing." Romance's smile is knowing, her eyes practically sparkling with mischief. Guess Abby isn't as subtle as she thought.

"M-me? Oh, I'm alright. Just, you know, exhausted from the fans earlier. I picked up more girls than I thought I would. You notice how Jinu seemed a tad distracted during her signings? I bet it has to do with Huntrz leader- Rumi. Probably. Maybe. I don't know. Anyway, what do you think?" Abby tries to sneakily take deeper breaths, opting to fiddle with various makeup products than met her eyes.

"Me? I think you are on the right track. After all, romantical attraction can be quite... frustrating at moments. Especially when the other refuses to play nicely." Romance's words are pointed, gazing out of the corner of her eye to gauge Abby's reaction, but is only met with obliviousness. This bimbo is not only testing her heart, but patience as well.

"Huh. I guess. You are the expert after all. Speaking of which, what do you think of recent fan speculation? About... our relationship? You think... you think they know?" Abby whispers the last bit, as if the fans were right out the door waiting to burst in.

The way Abby sounds so anxious chips the fragile structure of Romance's heart, anger and sadness tango dancing in her gut. It feels as Abby is ashamed of all their stolen, ashamed to be with her even in secret.

"Because she is. Who are you fooling? She doesn't love you. She loves the concept you portray. She is pulling away because she sees the real you."

Gwi-ma sneers blaringly in her head, as if the words were being muttered right into her ear.

Romance wishes she could disagree, that she could tell Gwi-ma how wrong she is... but insecurity traps her in a bottle, the lid sealed shut as the air of confidence becomes suffocatingly low.

"That they know what, Abby? That you kissed me? That we made out in our dressing rooms after shows? That we slept together? That we love each other? Heavens forbid that! We'll be ruined!" The venom of Romance's biting scoff causes Abby to recoil, as if she had actually been bitten. That wasn't what she meant at all!

Abby felt unusually shrunken under the glower of the amorous Saja, a demeaning emotion she usually only associated feeling around Gwi-ma or others when she messed up. But never Romance.

"That- that wasn't what I meant. Don't twist my words, Rom. I am just saying that we have kept it as a secret for a reason! Why do you have to be so sensitive?"

The sharp increase in her volume even catches Abby off guard, defensiveness shielding the flimsy nature of her pride. She wanted to ball up in a blanket and disappear when pain flared in the angry fire of Romance's eyes in response.

"She is disgusted by you. By your weakness. You are supposed to be strong. Now look at you. Frail and fragile. The only thing good about you is your looks."

Gwi-ma's words ring high pitched in her ears, the familar prickle of tears stinging behind Abby's eyes.

Nails dig into the meat of her palms as her fingers curl into fists, trembling as sobs tore free like doves set free from locked cages. She was crying in front of the woman she wished to be strong for the most. What is wrong with her?

Romance sat as still as a frozen lake, any and all anger fleeing her body, the sight of Abby breaking down a situation she never thought she'd encounter.

Sure, Abby teared up at a sad movie or sniffled over silly things, but never sobbed. Never cradled her head in her hands as she wept like a widow, looking so very vunerable. It did so many things to her; it saddened her indefinitely to see the tough woman cry, yet simultaneously made her feel... loved?

It felt as if Abby trusted her to be able to cry like this is front of her, even in the admist of an argument. And it felt nice to see Abby be so genuine with her emotions, to feel so deeply. It was... beautiful in a sense.

"Bebe, I am sorry. I shouldn't have been so rude to you. Just because I am mad at our situation, doesn't mean I should get mad at you. I... I've just been feeling so insecure lately. Like that you regret being with me. Like you don't love me- the real mess of me behind the flowery romancial image. But that isn't an excuse. I am sorry."

Her hands cup the crying Saja's face, brushing away tears as her own eyes water. To feel her nuzzle into her touch so desperately is a privilege she didn't realize she had until now.

"Its okay, Rosey. I haven't been on my A-game either. I should have talked to you more directly rather than try and brush it off. And I love you. I really, really do. I love every annoying quirk as much as I love every admirable trait. You are kind, patient, sometimes a tad reckless but never the less passionate. And I am sorry I don't tell you that more. I just.. I feel like I need to prove myself. To you and everyone. That I'm no good if I can't carry everything while looking sexy."

Abby's vision blurs once more as another pair of tears stream down, though the pressure eases from the tight knot wound in her chest as Romance kisses them away, grounding her to both to moment and the beautiful demon.

"Oh Bebe... you are more than just your luscious looks. And you are more than your physical strength. You are a wonderful friend with the biggest heart. You are more reliable than a titanium pillar. I will love you regardless of your astonishing breasts and impressive brawn."

The atmosphere shifts as the soft melodies of their giggles blend in a unique symphony, Gwi-ma's voice absent to ruin it.

"I love you, Rosey. I love you with every ounce of muscle in my body- which is a lot by the way. And I want to make you feel like that with every breath you take. You are my girl worth fighting for."

Abby lowers Romance's hands from her face, burrowing her way into the soft skin of Romance's neck, pressing firm pecks to the column of her throat.

"Did you just quote that from Mulan? You've bene watching Disney with Baby and Mystery again, haven't you?" Romance's only answer is a low chuckle and it tells her plenty.

Though, anymore comments are silenced as the warmth of tongue is drawn up the flesh of her esophagus, the sharp tug of teeth on the shell of her ear. Heat pools in her lower abdomen, moisture seeping through the fabric of lace panties beneath the confines of overall shorts.

"Rosey... can I please? Please, please, please, please? I am starved." Abby's pleads are murmured against the bone of Romance's jawline as her fingers tug at the straps of her overalls, ready to slide them off her shoulders at the command.

"Y-yes. Yes, you may." The amount of strength it takes for her to not whimper as she speaks is admirable, so much so that she feels she deserves a medal.

Abby mumbles 'thank yous' against her skin as her kisses trail farther down to her collarbone, only leaning back to release Romance from the textile prison called a sweater and bra, allowing her overalls to bunch at her hips.

She returns with feverish glee, leaving behind faint small bruises that are sure to darken in the morning hours. Her nips are sharp, but soothed by the soft pressing of lips.

Abby exploration advances down the expanse of Romance's bust, steady hands planted on the plush of thighs as her tongue traces the supple outlines of breast, trailing its way down to the perk of nipples.

Her mouth latches onto Romance's left teat, sucking gently before gradually increasing in pressure. Romance's hands cling onto the collar of Abby's just-tight-enough Hawaiian shirt for support, back arching in delight.

Her other tit did not remain forgotten as one of Abby' palms rose and planted itself onto the tender flesh, kneading. The dual sensations of wet warmth of tongue and rough hands has Romance's toes curling with each moan.

Romance's hips squirmed in anticipation, soaked fabric rubbing against the skin of her thighs. Breathless moans and sighs were Abby's encouragement as she finally released the aching nipple with an audible 'pop', lowering herself from the bench to the ground.

Sturdy hands gripped under Romance's thighs, yanking her to the edge. Abby grinned impishly as Romance's yelp of surprise, taking her time to remove the last articles of clothing from Romance's hips, as if trying to open a present without ripping too much of the wrapper; breathing in short puffs as drenched cloth of underwear joined the discarded pieces of what used to an outfit.

The heat of breath kissed the wet of her center, settling her legs atop the burl of Abby's shoulders as awaited impatiently. Abby dragged the length of her tongue down the fat of Romance's inner thighs unhurriedly before landing on the winning target, a whimper drawn from Romance's lips.

"Thank you for this meal." Her smile is as cheeky as her words as her mouth suctions itself onto the weeping clit of cunt, tongue flickering ever-so-teasingly against the sensitive mound.

Romance's hands brace behind her, back arching like a frightened cat, a shamless moan of Abby's name echoing through the once quiet room. Thighs twitch shut around her head at a lengthy upward lap of Abby's tongue on her slit sends Romance's rolling back.

Drool dribbles down Romance's chin, but she is too caught up in the intense pleasure to bother with wiping it off. The vibrations of Abby's own whines against her clit tightens the knots in her loins.

She never felt more connected with her. This time was better than any other, for this time she truly understood more about the woman currently giving her the best head of the century. Which only heightened the erotic experience.

"Yo- you are doing s-so, so, so good, honey. Just a bit more. Mm, yup! Right th- there!" Oh god! ABBY!"

Her hips lift eagerly as Abby drank up the new release of ejaculatuon, hands gently grounding her thighs as she rode out the orgasm, body trembling like a shaken soda pop.

"Wow... fuck. That was amazing. Is it possible that I love you more now?"

Abby rose from her knees, licking her lips in a manner that has Romance hungry for more.

"Definitely possible. Have I ever told you that you are my favorite dinner?"

A laugh shook Romance' shoulders as her sore legs lifted her up from her seated spot on the edge, pressing her frame against the tempting woman in front of her.

"And you are my favorite dessert. Speaking of which, lets break the rules and eat in bed."

Abby's eyes widen comically in size, rubicund flush coloring her face as well as the large swell of her chest. Romance's teeth sink into the soft plush of her lower lip as a giggle slips from her throat, slowly backing up the stunned Abby onto the silk of sheets, settling her nudes body atop hers.

"My dear, I am afraid you are too overdressed for this dessert." Romance dangerously keeps eye contact with the short circuited Saja Girl, nimble fingers undoing each button from the top of her shirt until her whole torso is exposed.

With sexual swagger, Romance yanks off both jean shorts and panties with ease, tossing them aside carelessly as she settled in-between thick thighs.

Romance salivates at the sight of the unclothed treat laid beneath her, the touch of her hands whispering as they glide down toned abs to the hot, wet cunt awaiting her touch.

"You have been such a good girl for me, I think you deserve some loving for that." Her finger pads circle the bundle of nerves, working the woman up into a messy of begging and whimpers before entering a singular finger into the keen opening of her core.

Abby's back arches, hands planted on her hips as Romance pumped in and out slowly; introducing each finger one by one.

To Romance, Abby looked wrecked in the most beautiful way possible; eyes glassy and glazed, habds twitching and restless, and smile lovesick as she babbled out praises incoherently.

To Abby, Romance looked like a goddess; light pink hair framing the light glow of her skin in what little light filtered into the room, eyes downturned and sultry, and smile sinfully confident as she lingered Abby oh so well.

"God, you have incredible eyes. And tits. I love them both." Abby almost couldn't hear that comment over the sound of her harsh breathing and creaking of bedsprings. Abby had always been a sucker for praise, especially during sex.

As Romance increased the speed, three fingers working the tight pussy of Abby, she felt the inner walls hug her slender digets. Which only made her smirk with glee, rubbing against Abby's G-spot repeatedly.

"You've been doing so, so, so good for me. I am so proud of you." Romance worships, kissing Abby so roughly the red of her lipstick smudges. She smeared the ruby furthur onto Abby's flesh; scattered everywhere from her breasts and shoulders to her ribs and hips.

Abby practically howled Romance's name when her orgasm racked throughout her body, hands gripping the sheets with vice strength. Romance slides her fingers out from the nos satisfied core of her lover with a lewd squelch, sucking them clean with a slurp.

"Good job, Bebe. Now for my treat." Romance descends down the muscular body of Abby, leaving behind fainter and fainter kiss stains until she reaches her banquet glinting invitingly in the low light.

Romance's tongue hangs lose from her mouth, drool pooling down at the tip until it dripped down and mixed with sweet, sweet cum. Her dainty hands kept Abby's thighs from snapping shut, tracing nonsensical patterns as a method of grounding.

Her pretty pink bunch twitched against the muscles of Romance's tongue when she finally began to taste the fine delicacy in front of her.

"Rosey, Rosey, Rosey, please. Come on, this isn't fair. You are too good. Romance, please!" Abby's words were slurred and barely comprehensive, overstimulation blurring with pleasure. Romance took her time cleaning up Abby's thighs and cunt, murmuring compliments until she finished with a barely-there kiss to the clit, raging appetite fed.

"Okay, cuddle time. I'll draw you a bath later." The two tangled themselves into a puzzle of naked limbs and blankets, finding comfort in one another' embrace. Perhaps they would tell their bandmates about their relationship tomorrow. Perhaps they will next week.