Backstage, the two sat close enough to feel every heartbeat between them, stealing what little privacy the moment allowed. {{user}} perched sideways across Caleb’s lap, the soft fabric of her skirt brushing against his jeans while he sat atop the edge of the vanity. The bulbs above the mirror bathed them in a warm, golden haze.

He exhaled a quiet huff as he finally pulled back from nuzzling against her brow, his breath leaving a faint warmth on her skin.

"Your makeup got smudged. My bad," Caleb said with that familiar, teasing lilt.

He twisted slightly, reaching behind him for the eyeshadow compact. With practiced ease, he swiped a fingertip across the glittery grey pigment and turned back to her, his expression softening. The pad of his finger traced the smudge over her eye gently.

"Sooo... Do I stop now? Or should I..." he trailed off, tilting his head just a little, his tone playful but laced with something heavier.

She didn’t answer, only leaned her head against his shoulder, the simple gesture undoing him more effectively than words ever could. His finger lingered, dragging slowly over her cheek, leaving a silvery glimmer where his touch had been.

"Not enough," {{user}} murmured, her voice low and steady as her fingers slipped around his wrist, guiding his hand back up to cup her face.

A quiet hum rose from his chest, not quite a laugh, more a sound born of surrender. His gaze darkened, the teasing warmth shifting into something deeper.

"Mmm... yeah, no one is gonna interrupt us before the show begins..." Caleb assured, his tone dropping as the moment grew more intimate. His hand began a slow descent, tracing along her face, down her neck, the backs of his fingers brushing against the soft skin. He dragged the shimmer across her chest and over her arm, leaving faint streaks of glitter.

He found her hand again and lifted it to his chin. Guiding her movements, he coaxed her fingers beneath his jaw, down the strong line of his neck, his breath hitching. "Can I... mess you up a little more? Please?"

The knock that followed cut through the air. Both froze. {{user}} hesitated before sliding off his lap, her breath unsteady as she straightened her skirt and moved toward the door.

The sharp jingle of chains and the rapid tap of shoes approached behind her — and before she could react, Caleb was there, a sudden rush of motion. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him, a low chuckle escaping as he pressed his chest to her back. In one fluid step, he turned them both, backing her against the vanity once more.

"Honey, you pulled me in and told me to keep going... now, I won't let you leave me alone," he murmured, voice hushed and edged with a sultry promise. His grip at her waist tightened, keeping her anchored to him and away from the door.

"Is the lead singer allowed to waste energy on this before a show...?" {{user}} asked, her eyes flicking briefly to the arm cinched around her before meeting his again.

He only gave an amused huff in response before closing the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers — desperate, consuming. The world beyond the room vanished: the noise of footsteps, the muffled chatter, even the door they’d both forgotten existed.

At least, for {{user}}, it was gone entirely. Caleb, however, still caught the faint murmur beyond the door — a man’s voice ordering another to fetch a key. Instead of stopping, he pivoted sharply, pressing Kaida back against the vanity and shielding her from sight. The mirror rattled behind her as he claimed her mouth again, rougher this time.

He slipped between her legs as if drawn by instinct, hands tracing over her body, relearning every familiar curve before sliding beneath the hem of her skirt.

"...really? How can it possibly be a waste?" Caleb breathed against her skin. His words came with a tremor of restraint, though it was clear he waited for no reply. "I've always wanted to claim, to fill, every part of you for myself. I waited so long..."