living in the limelight has its costs

Georgia Reed, her name in the marquee was all she ever wanted. When she got it she refused to let it go. Her career came first, her independence from anyone's rules came in at a close second. Now she was a star at the Peabody, she used to sell out the hall every night she sang. Coming into a room full of roses and love letters. She loved that feeling, no matter how much parts of her wished to go back and settle down. She was addicted to the applause, the lust and envy she created in people's eyes. Only 25 and already on top of the world. She was and would always be the phenomenal Georgia Reed.

[black-payne]

[missgeorgiareed]

Damn it || Richard & Georgia

[richardcurr]

Once her lips took Richard’s ear hostage, he’d let off a shuddering sigh, feeling her lips burn a trail of fire across his skin. There was no doubt that he wanted this to stop, but he couldn’t. His touches were about as needed as hers was. The way he relaxed in the crook of her own embrace, the way he clawed at the skin of her back had been returned willingly and impatiently. “I like to give a good challenge…” Richard told her with a grin. 

Even if he tried, Richard couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as Georgia reached to unhook the bra he was pulling on a moment ago. The way she unclasped her restraints and cast it aside was as if it was sealing the deal to their sudden entanglement. Pulling her forward, he attacked her neck with a series of hard kisses against her skin before starting to move downward. Richard could feel his shaft hardening once he started to grind himself up against her. As long as they kept going and he didn’t stop letting his lips devour each and every inch of her body before him, his thoughts would be kept where they belonged: behind him.

[missgeorgiareed]

Georgia smiled at the sigh, she was thoroughly enjoying the noises he was making her. She shifted slowly on his lap as he started to claw at her back. She whimpered softly at the need that was spreading across her body now. She tried to calm herself if only a little bit as he spoke with that grin she could hear in his voice. She smirked then shook her head, knowing he had always been like that.

Once her bra was off and he pulled her forward she found them at the point of no return. His lips were on her neck and her eyes closed her head tilting back at each kiss he gave.  She moaned when he started to grind against her. Her hands moved slowly down his chest making quick work of the buttons on his shirt as she passed them. She started to push his shirt apart and down his shoulders once the she had finished unbuttoning it before they got any further. Taking advantage of his newly exposed flesh by pressing herself against him, groaning softly when her breasts lightly dragged over her chest.  She had no intention of letting them stop any time soon. She wanted him more than she would have thought when he first entered her dressing room. If all it took for this to continue was his lips on her she was more than happy to oblige. 

[vozdaya]

And true, it may seem like a stretch, But its thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you’re away When I am missing you to death When you are out there on the road For several weeks of shows And when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home They won’t see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now," they’ll say But everything looks perfect from far away, "Come down now," but we’ll stay… I tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent beat it sounded thin Upon listening And that frankly will not fly. You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest lows with the windows down When this is guiding you home

[avengersgotadonk]

[missgeorgiareed]

Damn it || Richard & Georgia

[richardcurr]

There had been no exact level of nostalgia the man found himself under. With Georgia’s kisses and touches, it felt as if all of his dead and long forgotten muses had been brought back from the dead. Maybe it wasn’t healthy for him to do this, but he needed to step away from everything he’d been trapped under and enjoy what was in front of him. Or on him, if you want to talk about technicalities. 

Opening his eyes, Richard smiled as he looked up to Georgia, watching her lick her apple red lips slowly. A chuckle escaped him moments after, but that laughter was cut short by a stifled sigh. “Oh really now? You sure about that?” Richard muttered as he tugged at the lacy fabric of her bra. “You know how demanding I can get at times…Think you could comply to everything?”

[missgeorgiareed]

It was never healthy for either of them to bring up the past they both had run so long from, but it felt so good to relive it sometimes. She loved the way his lips felt against hers, his hands on her. He knew how to touch her, he always had. Her eyes closed for a moment as she let herself push past any of those stop signs and warning whistles that screamed this was a bad idea. No she wanted this as much as he did, of that she was rather certain.

His chuckle made her eyes rose to meet his again. She smirked at the questions he gave when he tugged at her bra. She wiggled in his lap then she leaned in closed her teeth capturing his ear before sucking softly on the lobe before giving it a soft tug. “Anything you need, within reason of course, Mister Curr.” She whispered nearly in a purr against his neck just below his ear. Her hips started to grind against his and she nodded, “I do remember how strict of a task master you can be, and I am up for a challenge if you are wishing to give it darling.” Her hands moved behind her as she went to unhook that bra after he gave it a tug allowing it to fall loose before she started to pull it away from her arms.

[missgeorgiareed]

Damn it || Georgiace

[grace-holiday-rpg]

She followed Georgia back into her dressing room, setting her purse down on the chair as she turned to assess the zipper on the corset. "Goodness. You really are stuck in there. The fabric's caught in the teeth." She pulled her gloves off so she could get a better grip on the tiny zipper pull. She worked carefully so that the precious material wouldn't rip. "I know how tricky these costumes can be. Although I admit I've never worn anything with stays in it, so I can't really sympathize about the whalebone." She was making slow progress and decided to try something that usually worked for her, hoping Georgia wasn't laced too tight for it be effective. "Hold your breath for a few seconds. I've almost got it." As the woman sucked in her breath, the tiniest bit of tension release in the material allowed her to free the snag and slide it the rest of the way down.

"There you go." She stepped back to give the woman some air. "By the way, I'm not sure if you remember me, but we met at the gelato shop a few weeks ago. I'm Grace."

[missgeorgiareed]

Georgia waited for Grace to find the problem. She laughed then nodded at the statement of being stuck. “Well at least I know I am not the best at costume changes.” She shook her head and looked over her shoulder when the other woman started to work down the zipper carefully. Georgia breathed a sigh of relief when the costume was slowly removed then she held her breath as she was instructed. Her eyes closing then she nodded her head. Once she was free she let the breath go and went to holding what she could in place so she was still rather decent. “Thank you so much, dear. I was afraid I would have to resort to cutting it away.” She shook her head before moving behind a screen before removing the remaining pieces of the costume and snagging that silk robe before pulling it around herself.

“Of course I do. We had a bit of a run in.” She smiled looking over the woman as she nodded. “I’m Georgia, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Grace.” She moved slowly to one of the plush chairs in her dressing room before motioning for Grace to do the same. “Seems like you’re really good at being my savior.”

[fadinglightsanddistantmemories]

[bispoxadrez]

[memories2019]

[benjaminsphotoblog-deactivated2]

[mizinhamepe]

[charlyjohansson]

[whycelebs]

[missgeorgiareed]

Damn it || Georgiace

[grace-holiday-rpg]

Grace made her way back through the backstage area of the Peabody, on her way to the manager’s office thanks to a little help from one of the stage hands. She had come here a few weeks ago hoping to get an audition but it seemed that the theater was going through some changes in proprietors and no one had been named as manager yet. Now that she’d heard a little rumor about them needing new acts and new talent, she decided to jump at the chance before someone else beat her to the punch.

She was passing the dressing rooms when a gorgeous blonde poked her head out, asking for some help. She turned back and gave a polite smile. It took a moment for her to place the face with the name displayed on the marquee outside. Maybe if she played her cards right, Miss Reed might be so inclined to put in a good word for her with the new director. “Sure, I can help you. What did you need?”

[missgeorgiareed]

Georgia was still trying to fiddle with that zipper and just managed to get the thing stuck. There was an exasperated mutter then sigh as her hands flew into the air in a motion of defeat. Then a savior seemed to speak. The blonde quickly turned seeing the young woman’s approach. “Wonderful! It seems as if everyone conveniently melted into the woodwork.” She laughed softly at the idea then motioned to her back, “I seem to have made a mess of my zipper, darling.” She sighed then shook her head, “I swear I would be lost if it wasn’t for the kindness of others.”

Georgia smiled and quickly pulled her hair over one shoulder as her back turned to the other woman and she looked over her shoulder so she could regard the woman. Of course in that time the friendly smile and demeanor never wavered. “I thank you profusely I would have hated to wear this thing all night. As much as I love whale bone at some point you just can’t breathe any longer.” She shook her head then looked to her reflection in the mirror. “As the saying without misery there is no beauty. Obviously whoever made assumption never wore heels and a corset for hours.”

[hellzkitchen]

[bebopdingus]

[lesbiancrystals-deactivated2017]

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