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[notfaking_it]

They were getting closer to opening night and Nina was dancing beautifully, as always. They had learned the new choreography, they'd found their patterns, their movements. Lily liked working with Nina, they were generally comfortable with each other now and she knew damn well they had excellent chemistry, which was coming through in every duet they performed.

But they were both tired. And she was starting to wonder if it wasn't wearing on Nina like it did before. She didn't want to worry and she sure as hell didn't want to pry, but she kept thinking about that movie and all the things it had shown her. Things she didn't want to know.

At the studio one evening, she got changed, pulling her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the tangles. When she stepped into the hall, she had her bag over one shoulder and she paused by Nina's dressing room to see if she was still there, if maybe she wanted to grab some dinner.

"Hey," she called, rapping on the door. "Are you gone?"

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[itwas_perfect]

She was quiet for a moment, cheeks still wet, her heartbeat thumping wildly in her chest. She'd wanted, for so long, to be just like Beth, to have that dark impulse inside her, driving her, and now... now that it was there, she still didn't know what it meant. She didn't know if she could tell a love story, because she wanted, she wanted so much, wanted until she was desperate with it, but that didn't mean she'd ever known what it was like to be in love.

Letting out a breath, she let that dark impulse surge up within her, let it push her forward, lift her hands and curl them along the sides of Lily's face. She pressed her lips to Lily's and let go.

[notfaking_it]

Lily smiled against Nina's mouth, kissing her back, her hands lifting to curl around Nina's wrists. Sometimes she still felt that faint hint of guilt, remembering the things she'd seen in the movie, the things she'd done, even unintentionally. But sometimes she felt like she really had helped Nina on the island, if not back in New York.

"See?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. "We can do that."

[itwas_perfect]

"Okay," Nina agreed, nodding distantly before she pushed her way back into the kiss. Before, she'd been making a point-- to Lily, but mostly to herself. Now, she just wanted to keep kissing, and she couldn't think of a single reason why she should stop.

[notfaking_it]

Lily grinned, her fingertips traveling up the length of Nina's arms, before she cupped either side of her neck. She could imagine what the other dancers would say if any of them were to walk in now and she didn't care in the slightest. What she wanted was to be good, for Nina to know how good she could be without pressing herself to the point of breaking.