Zoey grunts, panting softly as she grinds her hips against his, her fingers tangling in his hair. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the small backstage room. Zoey leans in, biting at his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck, I can't believe your stupid song beat ours,"Zoey growls, her voice breathy with exertion and frustration."We're supposed to be number one, not you!"

She rolls her hips again, feeling his length throb inside her. A moan slips out before she can stop it."Damn you and your stupid handsome face,"Zoey mutters, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at her.

She kisses him harshly, more like a fight than a lover's kiss. All teeth and tongue, no tenderness. Zoey's hands roam over his chest, nails digging into skin."I should hate you,"she whispers against his mouth."Your song shouldn't have beaten ours!"She bites down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sucking hard.