Their relationship had never or would never be any semblance of normal.
"I've got a newbie for you tomorrow night," Stella mentioned casually as she lit a cigarette in the open doorway of the terrace of the bedroom stark naked. Franky was convinced she would never get used to seeing her nude. Her sleek form with small pert breasts was absolutely breathtaking as she was laden with hundreds of tattoos all over her toned body. Her short hair was always somehow perfectly messy as she tossed it carelessly from her seafoam green eyes. Against all warnings, she'd fallen hard for the tough woman.
"The girls are going to start thinking you're playing favorites giving me all the new clients," Franky mentioned rolling over onto her side, her body covered with the thin black sheet. Stella shrugged in response blowing a puff of smoke out into the evening air.
"They can fuck off,"
"Are you? Playing favorites?" Franky asked biting her bottom lip shyly. Everything about Stella made her feel slightly off-kilter as if she'd just gotten off a roller coaster. She was beginning to think she was addicted to the feeling. Stella flicked the half smoked cigarette before walking back towards the king-sized bed. She yanked the sheets away exposing Franky's spent body. The short-haired woman's strong form was on top of hers in seconds sucking her abused nipple between her lips causing Franky to groan and buck at the sensitivity.
"I didn't hear you complaining earlier." Stella's eyes looked up through her thick, dark lashes, the hunger had already returned to her darkening eyes.
"Stel," Franky breathed pulling her away by her short locks, extending that beautiful tattooed neck, effectively holding her back from marking her other breast. Her mouth was already swollen and red as she looked down with parted lips exposing those sharp wolf-like teeth. "You can't treat me any differently than the other girls. They already hate me enough as it is. They don't need another reason." Franky struggled to pull away from the tight grasp. Stella wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist tighter trapping her effectively.
"Do I need to talk to them?" For a few seconds, Franky could almost make out the glimmer of concern on her lover's face. It was those small moments that were the key that Stella truly cared about her.
"Fuck no, I can take care of myself," Franky scoffed at the offer, even though deep down she wished the stern woman would stick up for her to her vicious employees. The stares and murmured harsh words from the others were nothing new to Franky, it was just getting tiresome. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly sure what the hell she wanted.
"Then what the fuck do you want me to do?" Stella pinned Franky's arms down to the mattress on either side of her head.
"Promise me the only reason you're giving me all the new people is not because I'm your girlfriend." It was childish, but the brunette couldn't give a shit.
"Urgh, I thought we weren't doing this," Stella groaned rolling her eyes as she tossed her head back in annoyance.
"Well, whatever the fuck this is then," Franky managed to throw Stella off her hips as she stood up grabbing for her discarded clothes to make a run for it back to her shitty apartment. She'd stayed the last four nights at Stella's loft, and she felt like the togetherness was clouding her judgement. Or maybe it was just the orgasms. Franky should have been sated and calm, but instead she felt like there was steal in her veins.
Suddenly, she felt the firm grip of a hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to cause a hitch in her breathing. Stella's sharp teeth on the crook of her neck caused her to tense instantly as she cried out. The bite was instantly soothed with lines of languid, wet kisses. She felt her center throb, the traitor. The woman could play her like a professional.
"Franks," She purred against the woman's ear. Then tattooed hands were cupped over tender breasts as Stella came to rest her center against the crook of her arse. It was only in their moments alone did Stella utter the brunette's first name. In meetings and social settings, she always called her by the name of her so-called family. It was almost as if Stella had been split into two different beings. One reserved for business, the other solely for her own pleasure. "You're over-thinking," she said in a sing-song voice that Franky had grown to loathe. She hated it when Stella knew she was right about anything because the woman made it known. "Just relax, alright? I could fucking care less what the other girls think of us, and you shouldn't either. If they want more clients they should take a few pointers from you," Stella managed to turn Franky around so they were pressed chest to chest. "Because you're fucking incredible," she smiled pressing her lips against Franky's.
"And here I thought that screwing the boss was giving me a leg-up on the competition," Franky teased lightly, wrapping her arms around the short-haired woman's neck.
"Listen to me very carefully. Yes, we fuck, but I'm still your boss. If you did a shitty job, I would put you out on your arse just like everyone else, do I make myself clear?" The seafoam eyes hardened against her as sharp nails pricked the small of Franky's back causing her to hiss and arch her back.
"Crystal," she muttered before burying her face in Stella's neck, submitting to the warm embrace.
"Good, now get back in that bed, I'm not done with you yet," Stella said with a cocky grin on her face before cracking her palm against Franky's smooth arse.