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"thank you so much cleveland, we love you all!" he heard from backstage, knowing the time was near.

he waited in her dressing room, the only place they could be alone together. he'd spent most of the show in the usual fashion, arguing with retards and looking at dank memes, but now she was almost his again and he couldn't bear the internet's autism for another minute. he paced the confines of the cramped dressing room.

the door swung open, and there she was. gods, she is so beautiful. her leggings were ripped and her hair was at ends, but it all came together perfectly somehow, the way it always did. she always looked so good right after a show, the energy of the crowd still pulsing through her like the touch of ten thousand lovers. and she was all his.

"i'm sorry it took so long." she said. "one of the dancers had a stroke, we had to call an ambulance."

"what do they expect, trying to keep up with you." he replied with a smirk.

"stop it. i have to go back out anyway, they still want their enco-" but he was already on her. he kissed her lips first before any more useless words could escape them and wrapped his arms around her waist. she shuddered and drew back.

"l3loodraven please, just the encore, it will only take a few minutes."

"i dont care. they can wait. i want you now." he kissed her again. she moaned half in protest and half in desire, and he knew he had her. he lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his back in response. he carried her to the vanity station and lowered her on to the table, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts. "hurry then" she said.

he slid her mini-skirt off, then her torn leggings, revealing her pink hello kitty panties. he could see that she was already wet, but he teased her through them anyway. "hurry l3loodraven" she whimpered, more emphatically this time. he slid her panties off and kissed her there, and she tasted so good, sweeter than all the maple syrup in canada.

she looked down at him with glazed eyes. "fuck me l3loodraven, please, please fuck me, i want you, i need you, please..."

then suddenly, from across the room, a metallic female voice cut through the air.

"game is full. dire."

he grinned at her sheepishly. "sorry darling. call your dancers in and finish with them. i have work to do."