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“I can see eternity in your eyes and I love it,” Thalia cooed into Zoë’s ear. The sound of screaming fans echoed in the background and Zoë turned to look at Thalia.
Her cold eyes slipped over Thalia's dark features before landing on their crooked smile. It was confident and over cocky, just like it was every night.
“And I can see eternity in yours. Are you trying to rile me up before the set? Because if you are it is working,” Zoë purred, as the announcer started to speak.
“All the way from New York, The Hunters of Artemis!”
“Looks like this will have to wait, princess,” Thalia teased before storming onto the stage.
The electricity in the air seeped into Thalis' veins as they sat down at their drum set. The click of the electric bass hit their ear drums as Phoebe got set up. Finally Zoë took center stage and everyone in the room held their breath in anticipation.
“Hello LA!” Zoë cried into the microphone. Her singular gloved hand gripped it as she pressed in close.
“We are The Hunters of Artemis and this is Dark Matter.”
Thalia spun the drumsticks in their hands as Bianca started her guitar rift. Music flowed out the three of them as Phoebe’s fingers strummed across the strings of her bass. Finally, it was Zoë’s turn. She took a breath and the music of eternity that bonded the entire band flowed out of her.
“The impact of this is gonna be fun. Reckless behavior get ready to run.”
The music swelled around the four of them and the crowd pushed forward screaming the words along with Zoë. Thalia watched as Zoë’s hips swayed side to side, her body rolling with the music.
Thalia bit their lip looking at the tight leather pants that had ridden down just enough for Thalia to see the simple strings of Zoë silver G String.
Gods above Zoë was teasing them. She knew that Thalia had to sit behind her. She knew that Thalia was the only person who would notice. And Thalia wasn’t going to let her get away with that. No, Thalia was going to rip that G String off Zoë with their teeth.
Zoë dropped down to her knees thrusting her hips towards the audience. They surged towards Zoë with hands outstretched trying to touch her. Zoë was a goddess, and they knew it. They knew that touching her would bless them with the purity of the moon, and the darkness of the night. Her head tilted back as she held the microphone to her lips.
“I’m overly aggressive, the biggest of messes, that’s probably why I’m always on the run.”
Her head tilted back further as the crowd screamed their praises. Thalia and Zoë locked eyes and that spark of lust hit them like a bolt of lightning.
The rest of the show was full of Zoë hip thrusting, kissing Phoebe on the lips, crowd surfing, and teasing Thalia till the very last moment.
The second Thalia and Zoë were backstage they melded into one person. They pressed their lips together as Thalia pressed Zoë into the wall. The sound of people going to the bathroom, getting drinks, or moving closer to the stage faded away. All the two of them could hear or see was each other.
“Gross, really? Couldn’t you two wait until after our set started?”
“Nico, leave them be, they are in love,” Bianca said, pushing back her little brothers hair.
“Bianca stop messing with my hair, I like it like this,” Nico said, pushing away her hand. He fidgeted with the black and gold leather braided bracelet on his wrist as the rest of the Demigods walked up.
“Sick set!” Grover said, excitedly. Thalia rolled their eyes and stepped back. Zoë lipstick was smudged across her mouth and her chest rose and fell with each breath. She pouted looking at the others.
“Thanks,” Zoë said, pushing off the wall her chest bushing against Thalia’s shoulder as she started to walk away.
“Have a good set,” Thalia called, pushing past Grover and following behind Zöe. They slipped up behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist.
“I see eternity in your eyes,” They whispered hotly in Zoë’s ear. Zoë bristled and pressed her head back into Thalia’s shoulder showing them her neck. The deep purple hickies from last night were barley visible in the dingy light of backstage.
The Demigods had just taken the stage when Thalia pressed Zoë against another wall. This time Zoë face pressed into the black painted cinder block wall. She pressed her hips back to meet Thalia’s.
“What are you going to do to me like this?” She asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, princess?” Thalia growled, their teeth digging into the soft flesh of Zoë neck.
Zoë moaned desperately as she leaned into Thalia. She loved the feeling of their teeth on her neck. She felt so vulnerable but so safe in their arms. Thalia could do anything to Zoë and she wouldn’t mind.
The first time they did anal Zoë thought she wouldn’t like it. But, with Thalia taking charge, and gently easing her into it she loved it. Now, it was something they did more often than not.
Thalia’s hand reached around to the front of Zoë pants and slipped into them. It wasn’t hard for them to slide their fingers past the silver G String and find Zoë clit.
“Thalia,” Zoë moaned, wantonly. Her head snapped to the side and she kissed Thalia’s cheek. Thalia turned their head away from Zoë smirking as they continued to pinch and roll Zöe’s clit in their fingers.
“You bitch, kiss me now,” Zoë hissed, her teeth barely scraping against Thalia’s ear as she tried to bite them.
“Now princess why don’t you be a-“ Thalia was cut off by Zoë finding their lips. Their lips danced together in a waltz of lust and love. A waltz that they would continue to dance for all eternity.
“Thalia!” Zöe gasped as she came. There was so much electricity pulsing through her body that she thought she was going to scream, but Thalia’s lips kept her quiet and grounded.
Once Zöe came fully down from the clouds of orgasmic bliss Thalia pulled their hand out of her pants. This was just the amuse bouche for the evening. What Thalia had planned next would remind Zöe why they started having sex in the first place.