Thread: You're Like a Song Stuck in My Head [FxF] (Clearsight X Javorcek)

Ever since the night at the bar Tessa's mind had been a mess. Every other time thoughts about another woman cropped up she could get rid of them, easily, but it seemed Alex was, as always, unique. It made Tessa mad just thinking about it, how depraved the images in her head were, the fantasies... She hadn't even been able to masturbate because every time she did Alex would pop up, and she couldn't have that! She knew who she was and that wasn't it. So she continued to go with the only plan she had, what had always worked before despite failing her for the past week, she buried it and denied it with every fiber of her being. She forced herself to act normal. Unfortunately it was a lot harder to stabilize her emotions when Alex and her were sharing almost every waking moment, from the same room to the stage and then afterwards for interviews and practice. It was hell for the repressed young woman, she was crumbling under the stress and pressure of keeping her desires and instinct chained up. It started to show. At first it had been a lack of inspiration, she had been unable to write and lost a bit of her appetite, two facts she covered up using their current hectic days and forceful eating. Then it began to manifest as her being a snippy bitch, to everyone, but especially to Alex. She was so nervous around the other woman that every move and action was causing her to jump and panic, hyper awareness of her own thoughts leading to difficulty sleeping and her getting bent out of shape over the smallest issues. She was unbearable, and while conscious of her own difficulty she couldn't do anything, because working not to be a raging bitch would be admitting to the fact that she had a problem, and she refused. Instead, as she poked and prodded at her innocent friend, Tessa began using something she never used but currently needed, a dating app. Five minutes in a bar alone and Tessa could walk out with a guy, if she wanted. She never did, Tessa liked to have some sort of interest in a man before going out on a date, and she wasn't the one-night stand type, well, rarely. Even then, there had to be some semblance of attraction, and it never ended well, usually with her telling him she had fun but their wouldn't be a next time... To men it was unfathomable that a woman would want a one-night stand, even if their entire goal had been that to begin with, it was ego damaging that she would make it clear and not the other way around. Still, as distasteful as she found the act she made a drastic decision, to quench her desires by acting against them entirely, by ignoring her wants and seeking pure carnal satisfaction, to relieve the pressure even if it did little to fix the problem, and it was a problem. So when Alex left irritated, because Tessa could tell even if her friend was being calm about it, Tessa also left, to quell one desire with another act. --- Elle had been a grinning idiot from the moment Alex walked in the door. She was a professional, a truly talented tattoo artist, but Alex and her had a special relationship. Alex hired her to do amazing work, building herself an enviable set of tattoos, and when their sessions were over, they would go in the back, get naked, and have some of the best sex Elle had ever had. They didn't do it often, but Alex had hinted a few times that Elle was one of the few people she saw more than once, and Elle had taken it as a serious compliment, because Alex was something special. Yeah they conflicted a bit, Elle was a toppy switch, and Alex was all top, but they still had a ton of fun. In fact, they had way too much fun. Elle didn't know how Alex did it. The singer would be on stage for hours, practice, get tattoos done, fuck, and accomplish all the little things in her day without collapsing, it was admirable. The tattoo part went off without a hitch, and Elle was currently in the middle of locking the front door, putting up a sign that said she was doing a private session not uncommon with her clientele, and dragging Alex into the back away from the windows. You know, when I finally finish all of the tattoos you're going to have to give me an extra special reward Elle laughed, showing off a bit of the fact that she usually topped by pushing Alex back onto one of the work tables she had in the back and planting a strong kiss on the woman's lips. Elle didn't have any illusions, her and Alex were friendly but their sex was just that, merely sex. They had no intimacy, it was a friendship with fantastic benefits. Elle wouldn't fuss about hours, since Alex rarely had normal hours when she was nearby enough to let Elle do some work, and they would play after, and it was fantastic. Come on rock star, let's work off some of that stress. Alex had mentioned she was stressed, and it wasn't about the show but a band mate. Elle had listened and to her it sounded like a schoolyard crush type deal more than actual fighting, or a lover's quarrel, or just friends needing some space, and she had said as much, but as little as she wanted to hear about the other women in Alex's life, even the friends, the physical remedy was something she was more than happy to be a part of. With that she grinned, practically ripping Alex's clothes off her, spending every second she could get in charge before Alex inevitably took control.