A Dazzling Birthday To You, My Love
Happy birthday to my friend!
Rated: Explicit | Warnings: None
It is a shame Kroto is not playing the lead lady for this play, she would do fantastic; but a tour overseas is such an opportunity no one could pass up! You genuinely are happy for her and as her understudy, you are happy to have these opportunities to show your ability to perform on stage!
Tours usually last nearly a year, depending on the popularity of the actor or actress and the play they are performing. In Kroto's case, her talent as an actress (and burlesque dancer), has her on many stages of different theatres playing her iconic roles in plays with various troupes. Her last letter was explaining how hectic the traveling has been, however it is worth to stand under the stage lights and listen to the thunderous cheers and clapping just for her.
A bit conceited, but she deserves it given how hard she worked for this.
You are going to miss the luxury comfort of a private dressing room. Honestly, you often sleep here rather than your boarding room, especially during late-night rehearsals. Granted, that was before the new owner of the Golden Theatre, Ronald or 'Dazzling Wolf' (a new stage name for a new man, he said) took over. You cannot help the small smile on your face as you think of the eccentric man who has become an important part of life, now soon to be a whole year.
There are a tap of three knocks in a purposeful order, "The door is unlocked, come in!" Looking up as the door is open to reveal a short blonde man.
"Happy birthday, Nightshade!" A cheerful, youthful voice coming from the man. He hops over to your seated position in front of the vanity, then he presents from behind his back a bright bouquet. A colorful arrangement with spots of lavender in between. "Flowers for a flower." Bowing, you take them with one hand and inhale the fragrance. You let out a soft, peaceful sigh with a smile on your lips. The scent seems to wash away your nerves, the usual nerves one has about performing before rehearsals.
You stand up after putting the script down on the cluttered vanity, leaning slightly down to give Sparrow a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint trace of your rouge.
"These are lovely, Sparrow. Thank you!" Smiling at the short blonde acrobat of the theatre troupe. "How did you know?" Curious as you didn't mention it to anyone— Not to be secretive! You simply were more concerned about the play these few months, and being very busy with the surprise engagement, too.
"Ronald— I mean 'Dazzling Wolf' has been mumbling about it these past few weeks." Whispering to you as he leans in with a hand covering his mouth from the side. "Thought I should get ahead before him." Winking at you playfully. Your birthday is tomorrow, luckily, it is the weekend, meaning no work, and Ronald has you all just to himself.
You put the flowers in the empty vase on the table in front of a small plush couch in the dressing room. Taking the thrown clothes from when you were getting a fitting for the costumes.
"Such a troublemaker!" Slapping his shoulder playfully as you laugh, "I hope he is not thinking too hard on it. I was hoping just to have a day off with him." Worried that Ronald is going to try to make it extravagant. You grew up poor, worked your way up to where you are now, and though you are very happy to be center of attention as an actress… You are still very private.
'Nightshade' is for the stage and people to read all about; (Name) is for your personal and private life away from the piercing stage lights. Though you do love theater, you will not be made stressed the way the late Belladonna was.
You and Sparrow talk for a while like close siblings, gossiping mostly about anything Sparrow was nosily listening in on.
"They say Kroto isn't going to be returning to the Golden Theatre after the final show in Canada." Eating some cookies you brought in for a snack after rehearsal.
"Why? She's the new leading lady of the theatre!" Confused by this sudden talk of leaving such a 'golden' opportunity.
"Maybe the guilt got to her." Like many, Sparrow looked up to Belladonna, "Aren't you excited though? This could be a huge opportunity for you, Nightshade."
You look at him first, then the flowers in the vase, a thoughtful expression on your face. Then you shake your head, "I am only an understudy… I am sure Ronald will find a more fitting lead lady." Saying in a low voice.
The rehearsal was divided into two parts for the moment. No costumes, just straight going through the play. There is plenty of time before opening night, and given this is going to be the Golden Theatre's most ambitious performance since Belladonna's death, everything has to be perfect!
"From the top!" Shouts the producer, "Lower the lights, this is a romance scene, not an interrogation." Grumbling heard from up the stage.
Everyone but the two main characters— Played by Ronald and yourself— Move off the stage as the stage lights land on you. Ronald is holding his position of sitting on the edge of the stage prop bed. You walk towards him slowly, your hand reaching out to him as you start your song.
"Last tango of the night," You sing to him as your character is to seduce his character in this part of the play. "Last song of love." His character stands up and rushes to you, holding you fiercely, "Sad melodies take flight, crying to the heavens above." Your hands softly caress his back as you let him hold you. "Don't be afraid, my dear," You look up at him as he pulls enough away to gaze down at you. "You're safe with me."
The song continues as you lean him into a dance; the song ends with the stage lights going off as he pushes you onto the bed.
When the second act rehearsal ends, everyone applauds each other. They socialise before saying their goodbyes. You slipped away early to start packing up your clothes and makeup. There is a lot, so you want to be sure everything is put away before Ronald comes to pick you up. You touch your cheeks as they become warm, it is rather silly to be blushing, but you do!
After all, neither of you are married! Mother would be falling off her chair if she knew you were not only going over a gentleman's home, but practically living with him unmarried! You shake your head as your mother is of the old-fashioned sort and would occasionally try to arrange a suitor for you every month!
Two knocks on your open door steal your attention to the creme white dressed lover, "Ready?" Leaning against the door.
"Almost!" Excited to see him. You quickly roll up a shirt and toss it into your suitcase, "Now, I'm ready." Grabbing the handle after you closed the suitcase. Ronald, however, stops you from picking it up from the couch, a kiss on your cheek as he carries it out effortlessly. Of course, you swoon over the man for his act of service no matter how expected or unexpected it is of him.
"I was thinking," Speaking as he walks with you down the hall of the dressing rooms. "Why don't we stay in?"
"Stay in? And do what?"
The smirk he gives you goes over your head.
The sunlight touches your face as you turn your head towards the window, a soft groan from your throat as you move your arm to block it. A shift between the sheets, you feel one of Ronald's pets nuzzle your other hand before licking your fingers. A usual sign they want attention, something you have come to learn as you often visit him and stay over.
Saturday morning— Late morning.
Finally a weekend that is not busy with planning for the play or full of interviews, or your mother nagging you over lunch. A simple, peaceful morning; especially after a passionate night Ronald had given you after dinner. Silly man was jealous about Sparrow's flowers.
You blink a few times, rub your eye, then stretch a bit under the shared blanket; reaching over to pet Mario, who is sleeping on Ronald's chest. Then you pet the miniature pig named Peachy, and another dog named Angelo, who lay between your lover and yourself. Angelo is the one who is awake and all too happy to see that he has woken you up. You sit up, arching your body forward as you are sore from falling asleep at an odd angle thanks to the pets that sleep on the bed. You look around the room, the sun slipping through the white sheer curtains, the soft snoring, and the scattered clothes on the floor.
Moving off the bed slowly and as quietly as possible, you pick up a dress shirt your lover wore last night, slipping it on. The dog follows you out of the room downstairs.
The mansion seemed like too much for one person to live in, even with a few little pets roaming about and the housekeepers going about doing chores and such. You wonder if he feels lonely? Like a prince left alone in a castle, then again, maybe it is not lonely for him. Ronald had said he trusts you, feels comfortable around you, and at times you are much more so his confidant than lover.
Down the winding stairs, you hear nothing by the time you get to the living room. Not a single housekeeper in sight, you go to the kitchen with the dog loyally keeping up with you.
"Want a treat?" It spins around, "But you have to stay and help me make breakfast, 'kay." Giving a good few strokes before washing your hands and going about preparing a simple breakfast— A bit more than simple, as your good mood has you making pancakes, scrambled eggs, a plate full of bacon (a piece tossed to your well-behaved assistant), and coffee. The food set on the dining table and you stand proud of your masterpiece.
"Good morning." Arms wrapping around your torso as you place down the small jar of syrup. Placing it beside the homemade cream you made for the pancakes. "You made all this?" Nuzzling your neck to distract you from him unbuttoning his shirt on you.
"Yes," Giggling as he is kissing your neck, "Thought you might be hungry." Moaning when he lowers the dress shirt on one side of your shoulder, gripping the edge of the table as his other hand slides from the top of your thigh to the inside of your thigh.
"You are right," Turning you around suddenly, "I am hungry." Taking your lips as you started to giggle, his hands going under your plush thighs and quickly lifting you up. Ex military, Ronald kept up his build both for looks and to do things like this. He moved you both to the other end of the dining table, laying you on it, your arms around him as he bites into your neck. "You were supposed to stay in bed," Kissing his way down, then pinning your hands beside your body, "Breakfast in bed," You gasp as Ronald gives attention to your breasts with his mouth.
"I, ah, didn't mind!" Moaning as he is ravaging you just like he did yesterday. "Please, don't tease." Rubbing your thighs together as you easily are becoming aroused. Ronald letting your hands go in favor of opening your legs and diving between your legs, "Ah!" Your hands gripping his hair as his tongue wastes no time licking your clit. His grip on your thighs is tight and likely is going to leave marks again. He groans as they squeeze around his head. Your hand lets go of his hair as he dragged your bottom half up, letting out a cry of name as his fingers easily slip inside, knowing well where to curl to have you seeing stars.
"Oh, God," Your orgasm had hit hard, "Love." Grateful he lowered your legs back to wrap around his waist, but knowing all too well this is not going to end with just a taste.
"Happy birthday, my starlight." As he drops his sleeping trousers, "Let's unwrap your first gift." You don't get a chance to reply as his cock is buried deep within your sensitive cunt, filling you in all the right ways, and ruining you for any other— Not that you want any but him.
"Ronald!" Hands scratching his back, "What is—" He kisses your lips as he takes your left hand and slips a golden engagement ring on your ring finger. You are at a loss for words between the sex and shock.
"Going to keep my starlight in my hands."
Your eyes swell up with tears as you tell him yes over and over between thrusts and kisses.
