"I do not want to go to this show," she huffed.
His brown eyes filled with sadness as he turned to gaze at his fiancee, the woman he'd loved since the day he'd first laid eyes on her. His thoughts raced to that day, watching her approach the booth, following her around the grounds of the Warped Tour stop in New Jersey. She'd been an angel sent to him, winged in Converse and Dickies, perfume and fishnets.
And here she sat, outright refusing his one request.
The only request he had ever made of her: to attend this concert at his side.
"I can't do it, Benjamin," she sighed. "I love you but I cannot go to this show. In fact, I think it's against my religion."
He nodded and rolled over in bed, the tears flowing freely.
"What's wrong with you?" she sighed.
He felt her hand on his shoulder, pulling him over, staring into his melancholy depths.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he sniffled, trying to roll back away from her.
"Honey, what is wrong? Is this over this fuckin show?"
"Yes," he blurted."
"It's....Benji....This is insane!"
He nodded.
"Benjamin, are you seriously this upset that I don't want to go?"
He nodded.
"Benji, honey, baby, I....."
He looked into her blue eyes, hopeful for her response.
"I....."
"You'll go?" he pleaded.
"This means this much to you?"
His eyes lit with hope. "Yes."
She bowed her head sadly. "Then I have to go."
He nodded.
"But I don't have to like it!"
He grinned. "I never said you did."
"I'll hate every minute of it," she smirked.
"Then I'll just have to compensate you for your pain," he grinned and sunk under the covers.
A smile tainted her pierced lip as she felt his tongue rub her clit.
*~*~*
She sat mesmerized at the woman on-stage. Her jaw was hanging to the floor, her eyes glued to the young girl's movements.
"She's hot, huh?" he beamed.
She nodded.
"I told you," he nudged, elbowing her slightly.
"I still say she's a bitch goddess, though," she spat, trying to stand her ground on one point in her thesis. "I mean, we know she's a whore."
Benji shook his head and sighed. "You always have to be right, don't you?"
She nodded at him, grinning. "Damn straight!"
"Well, we're going to find out if she's a bitch goddess or not," he smirked, flashing a backstage pass in front of her eyes. She stared at it, uncomprehending.
"My people called her people," he smirked. "And got us passes for after-show."
"We've been reduced to After-Show, huh?" she snorted.
Benji shrugged. "I wasn't going to argue."
"I'll bet she's a real cunt," she grinned, snapping the pass from his hand. "I'll bet she treats you like shit!"
He rolled his eyes and ran a nervous hand through his black hair. "Well, that's her right, I suppose."
She shrugged and grinned. "Sure."
*~*~*
"Get out of here!" the young girl shrieked as she ran towards the couple. "You came?"
Benji beamed. "We came!"
"My manager called me and said you'd be here, and I was shocked I didn't see you around backstage. So I figured, okay, he's got better things to do than to come see MY show."
Benji was bright red.
"So, what did you think?" she gushed. "Did you like the show?"
Benji nodded, at a complete loss for words.
"I'm Chloe, by the way, and Benji is exceptionally rude."
The girl laughed at this. "I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself. I'm Christina."
"Hi Christina, nice to meet you," Chloe beamed.
"Likewise," Christina beamed. "So, this is your boy?"
Chloe grinned. "Yep, he's all mine!"
"I heard he's quite the fan. Are you a fan, too?"
Chloe blushed. "Actually...."
"She has all your CDs!" Benji interrupted.
"That's so sweet," Christina smiled warmly. "Which is your favorite?"
