..megan’s brain didn’t really have time to register much.

one second she was on the cold floor of the sahara stage at coachella, and the next? lara was licking a stripe from her chest to her cheek.

in front of a raging crowd.

megan can’t really complain, though. i mean—she isn’t. her and lara had agreed that they’d do something crazy for the coachella m.i.a outro.

lara knew what she was doing, letting her hands (and mouth) do what they wanted. as soon as the stage lights dimmed, megan knew things would be different when they arrived back at their hotel.

by the time the suite’s door had shut, megan was antsy.

she watched as lara walked over to their bed and began to get settle after the long and eventful day. megan waited for lara to speak. she, herself probably didn’t have much to say.

“..megan? are you..just gonna stand there?” lara finally muttered, voice low, a little rough from performing. she didn’t even look at her—just kicked her shoes off and took a seat on the bed.

megan let out a quiet huff, dragging her tongue over her lips. “you just licked me in front of, like—thousands of people..” she replied, stepping out of the foyer after removing her own shoes.

lara hummed, tilting her head—still not looking at megan as she spoke, “did you not enjoy it?” megan could see a sliver of a smug smile on lara’s face. fuck.

..what is she supposed to say? ’oh yeah, lara. i loved the way you dragged your tongue from my collarbone to my—‘

but the thing about that thought was it was completely, batshit true.

megan did enjoy lara licking from her collarbone to her cheek. (a tiny portion of) megan did enjoy all those people watching. (in some..weird..weird way.)