Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictitious and fantasy-based; these events did not happen, aren't likely to happen, and the celebrities depicted do not act like this in real life. Also, minors should not read further.
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Yet another year, yet another award season. With the Golden Globes just announced, and the winners gaining a renewed rush for the ultimate prize, the Academy Award, the cameras were now off and the media coverage down. Yet, for all those present, the night was just beginning: almost as coveted as the actual ceremony were the innumerous after-parties that followed right after.
For the losers, it was a way to drown their disappointment. And maybe make the night worth something.
"Thank you." The redhead said as she took a glass of champagne from the waiter.
"Not enjoying the night so far?"
Turning around, she was met by yet another redhead who also took a drink when the waiter passed by her. Looking at her green eyes, she couldn't help a small frown. "Please, as if you weren't feeling the same. I mean, you even had better odds than me, Emma."
"Truthfully, it wasn't that bad." Emma Stone said, sipping on her drink. "You have already won once a couple years back, Jessica. Don't be so greedy."
"Well, when you win once you kinda get addicted..." Jessica Chastain trailed off, drinking her own champagne as well.
Both red-haired ladies had competed in the Golden Globes, in the same category even; yet, they both lost. And to make matters worse, it wasn't to someone like Meryl Streep, which could grant them some excuse, like, 'Well, Meryl was also nominated after all, it wasn't really a contest...'; no, their loss was to freaking Patricia Arquette.
"Think it was because of family connections?" Asked Jessica. "Or was it just the 'Boyhood' hype that did us in?"
"C'mon, can't you just admit she was better than you?" Emma almost whined, which was funny in her slightly husky voice.
"If it was you or Meryl Streep, sure. But Arquette?" She made a dismissive huff. Emma decided not to press further and instead just walked to a table, Jessica following her.
Once seated the two continued to talk, commenting about the awards and the people at the ceremony, laughing and all-around being friends with each other. A nice way to get over their disappointment.
"So, where are them?" Emma asked.
"Who?"
"The winners, of course! I wanted to congratulate Julianne."
"Oh, they are probably at the victors' party." Jessica said, nonchalantly.
"Victors' party?" Emma asked, confused.
Jessica couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's cute confused stared. "Sorry, I forgot. There's this... secondary party for the winners. They are probably there already."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Emma said, perking up a bit.
"Of course you don't. It's very secretive." Jessica said in an exaggerated whisper, winking at her before they laughed together. "It's really fun. Don't worry, the way you are going you will get in soon."
"I don't know if you can be that sure..." Emma began, but Jessica quickly shut her up with a frown.
"Don't undervalue yourself, Emily. I mean, look at what you have accomplished so far: you are twice Golden Globe nominated, soon-to-be Oscar nominated in a couple days, shone in a comic book movie, was a Woody Allen lead... Seriously, there's no need to humble yourself like that!"
Emma blushed a bit, looking coy for a moment. "Thanks."
Jessica looked in surprise at her reaction for a moment, before her lips began to curve upwards in a smile before it turned more... malicious? Emma couldn't quite place it, but it made her feel a shiver run up her body.
And, strangely enough, she liked it.
"So, what do you think of making our own party?" Jessica said, still with her smirk on her face.
"Like, a losers' party?" Emma asked. She pursed her lips in thought. "Who knows, it could be fun."
"It surely will." Jessica downed her drink before getting up, turning to Emma. "I'm going to the bathroom. Come with me?" She asked, reaching out her hand for Emma's.
The younger redhead bit her lower lip slightly, considering the offer. She knew there was something more to just 'going to the bathroom', she could feel the atmosphere around the two and that
something
was amiss... Finally, she delicately placed her hand on Jessica's and got up with her.
The two walked hand in hand to the bathroom, walking through the crowd without paying attention. Once at the door, they entered together; Jessica, ahead of Emma, quickly saw the bathroom was seemingly empty as soon as she got inside.
"Perfect!"
She thought.
"So, Jess-"
Emma didn't get to finish; as soon as the door closed behind her, Jessica quickly turned around and moved into her. For the faintest of moments, their eyes met; green clashed with green for what felt like forever, though in truth was likely less than a second...
Then Jessica's mouth was pressed firmly against Emma's, their eyes closing as their lips moved together.
"Hhmmm..." Emma moaned, the surprise keeping her from reacting properly as Jessica did most of the work kissing her. She felt her lips being pried open by the older woman's tongue, which then proceeded to explore her mouth excitedly.
Soon they broke their kiss, Emma still wide-eyed and immobile as Jessica teasingly nibbled her lip. "What..."
"Shh..." Jessica shushed her, bringing the younger girl with her deeper in the bathroom. She pushed the slightly taller actress against the sink, pressing her own body against hers and looking again with her smirk...
"What are you doing?" Emma finally understood what she saw in that smirk. It wasn't malicious, it was flat-out
sultry
.
"I told you, we are having our own party." Jessica said, imitating Emma's naturally husky tone. "Now, where were we?"
Before Emma could retort, Jessica shut her up by promptly kissing her again. This time, Emma was more alert and began quickly kissing her back; their mouths opened, their tongues mingling and wrestling against each other as it turned more and more passionate.
"God, I've wanted you all night..." Jessica said as they continued to kiss passionately, their open mouths attacking each other hungrily as their hands began exploring each others body.
"I admit... I always felt hot seeing you in 'Lawless' and 'Jolene'..." Emma said, trailing her lips down Jessica's mouth and against her flawless neck.
"FUCK YEAH!"
"Oh, someone is excited!" Emma said laughingly, as she nibbled on her jawline. Jessica moaned at that, but brought a hand to stop her. "What?"
"Listen."
Though they stopped what they were doing, the sound of moaning was still heard around the bathroom. Moaning, labored breathing... Yep, there was something else going on there.
Jessica chuckled, moving away towards the stalls. Emma followed her, slightly flushed, and widened her eyes as Jessica opened one of doors.
"Ohmygod!" One of the occupants exclaimed, before moaning loudly and losing any and all credibility to claim a misunderstanding.
Sitting in the toiled was none other than fellow actress and Golden Globe nominee, Keira Knightley. And, sitting on her lap and moaning like crazy, was another actress and Golden Globe nominee, Rosamund Pike.
From the position they were in, despite Rosamund having her back to them, it was obvious Keira had her face in her breasts. Moreover, the taller blonde was gyrating her hips over Keira's lap.
"Guess we weren't the only ones partying here." Jessica said with a smile.
As Rosamund's moans dimmed and she began stopping her movements, she eventually turned around to look at the arrivals. Her face was disheveled, and the straps holding her dress were undone, letting her entire upper body naked—some lipstick stains showing Keira really had been playing around with her breasts.
"Oh, busted." Jessica said, a smile on her face that was mirrored by Rosamund Pike.