what may or may not be hard reality

Title: Digression
Author: Fallon Ash
Rating: R
Pairing: Tina Fey/Christina Aguilera, with a sprinkle of Jimmy Fallon.
Disclaimer: They totally belong only to themselves.
Summary: “The sight is, well, he isn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this.”
Word Count: 423
Author’s Note: See, GiftofGab wrote this series of SNL fics, featuring all kinds of various pairings and Christina Aguilera as a lesbian. It was… inspiring.

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Jimmy isn’t sure why he had come back to the dressing rooms; everybody else has gone to the wrap party. He’s poking around the hallway, trying to remember what he came down here for when he hears a choked moan coming from Tina’s dressing room. He knows he should turn around, leave, but somehow his feet keep walking.

They must never have thought anyone would come here because the door isn’t even closed, and he stops in the doorway. The sight is, well, he isn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Christina is standing behind Tina, an arm wrapped around her waist, the other down her pants. They’re facing the mirrors, Christina watching Tina intently, but Tina’s head is tipped back against Christina’s shoulder, her eyes closed tightly.

Without warning, Christina’s eyes lift; meet Jimmy’s in the mirror, and Jimmy freezes like a deer in the headlights, suddenly light-headed and his mouth goes dry. But Christina doesn’t even pause in her ministrations; instead she smiles, wickedly, and holds his gaze. Slowly she slides her hand up, underneath Tina’s shirt, to cup a breast. Christina roughly twists a nipple, and Jimmy’s whole body jerks at the high-pitched whimper coming from Tina, but he remains frozen to the spot.

Tina’s hips are moving faster against Christina’s hand, turning her head from side to side. Christina bites down on her pulse point just as her orgasm starts, and Tina’s eyes fly open. Jimmy tells himself to run, hide, but his eyes meet Tina’s and he sees a plaintive alarm growing in them, as she’s helplessly convulsing in Christina’s arms. It’s when Christina turns Tina’s head to the side, pulls her in for a kiss that he finally regains control over his limbs and flees, the intimacy of the kiss more than he can handle. His feet are thrumming against the floor, his blood thundering in his ears, but Tina’s dark eyes follow him, Christina’s laughter echoing in his mind, and he doesn’t stop until he reaches the street, draws deep breaths of the cold night air to clear his head.

He starts walking, noting that he left his jacket, but freezing is eternally better than going back up there. Tina will come looking for him; he knows it. Her dark eyes will be soft and gentle, but it will be awkward and strained. Before he can contemplate how to go about avoiding her for the rest of the season until he leaves in May, he purposely blanks out his mind. And keeps walking.

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