You'll be in love til...

Sara stood on the stage, forty minutes early for the audition. She loved the stillness of an empty theater, and always took the opportunity to do a private run through before she performed, needing to get a feel of her surroundings. The dim stage lights provided just enough illumination to find her mark. Sara stepped to center stage, took a deep breath and gazed out on her imaginary audience. She’d practiced her favorite speech from a quirky television show, and hoped that just maybe it would be edgy enough to win the lead role.

“You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."

Sara bowed her head, and then took a few steps backwards. Clapping emerged, loud and strong. She lifted a hand over her eyes to see who belonged to the cheers. A man moved forward out of the darkness, approaching the stage.

“Interesting choice.”

Instead of taking the stairs, he hopped up onto the stage. Sara gasped, took in his rugged good looks before removing the hat to let her blonde curls tumble down. Dressed in a stylish black pinstripe suit, she thought he might mistake her for a man.

“I wondered,” he said, leaning forward to remove a strand of curl from her face. “Buffy fan?”

Sara nodded; afraid she’d blown the audition already. “I always arrive early for a quick run through.”

He smiled all dazzling white teeth and sultry, dancing eyes, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. “It’s ok. You were fantastic.” He cocked his head to the side as if waiting for something. When he extended his hand forward, she realized what that was and blushed.

“Sara.”

“Well, Sara, you’re absolutely perfect for the part, but I will still have to go through the tedious process of letting the others audition.”

Excitement rushed through her body and she threw her arms around him in a big embrace, unable to contain herself. He hugged her back, a tight hug that had their bodies pressed hard into one another.

“Ummmm…” His deep voice in her ear made her tingle from head to toe.

Sara knew she should pull away, that she was playing with fire, but his hard body felt too wonderful against hers. His hands slid down her back, the slow and soft movement caught her breath making her sway on her feet. She was overdue for a hot encounter, and her body throbbed with a growing need as his palms rested on her bottom and squeezed.

Hot breath washed over her ear before teeth nibbled on her lobe. Splaying her fingers, she dug into his thick, dark hair and held him close. Fiery kisses made a trail to her face before capturing her mouth. He devoured her hungrily, his tongue prodding her lips to part before plunging deep into her awaiting moistness. Sara felt the fire bubble in her stomach and then head south to pool at the apex of her thighs. She wanted him, wanted to bask in the victory of her audition. No one had to know she’d romped with the guy.

He tore his mouth from hers, grabbed her hand and marched toward the back of the stage. The darkened corner would be perfect she knew, and smiled, as her day got better by the second.

He pushed her up against the gathered curtains, his hands working the belt of the dress slacks. Sara ran a hand on his zipper, delighting in his quick intake of breath. “You want me, baby?”

His lips crushed hers in another tangle of tongues as a response. His erection strained to break free of the binding clothing as she stroked him. She yanked his zipper down as his fingers found their way into her damp panties. He thrust inside her just as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. Sara stroked him fast and hard, her thumb sliding over the tip, and then back down his length repeatedly until his mouth left hers and he grunted.

She bucked against his hand, so close to release, but stunned that they wouldn’t be joining their bodies. He raked his teeth over her neck. Before she could think straight or make another move, as if he could read her thoughts, her pants were down around her ankles. He grasped her hips, turned her around, and slammed into her moist folds. Three furious strokes and his seed spilled into her, just as she found release. His panting filled her ears as he pulled out of her body.

Voices broke the quiet as the lights came on. Sara fixed her clothing, and faced him again. He raked a hand through his hair, winked at her and disappeared.

“The director is running late,” a man announced.

Sara’s eyes widened as she saw her sex partner move into the crowd of hopeful actors and her heart plummeted.

“Auditions start in thirty.”

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Monologue taken from Buffy ~ the series