No Strings Attached

Chapter 23: Solo

One more cover and one more original. Almost there, Becca - she reminded herself.

"In dreaming, swaying softly sweetly, hypnotized by the sound of her voice. Enamored, yet so discreetly tripping over words without a choice..." Becca's sound was a bit more rough around her third original, but beautifullu so. It almost sounded like she was growling and exposing the raw emotion in her heart. She still sang directly at Freen.

And paving yellow brick roads that lead to never never land, where one long glance floats above her name written in the sand." Becca let her voice raise in order to show her vocal range, the pain and the hope ringing through the mic.

Once her third original came to pass, Becca felt like a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Practicing cover songs is one thing, but what she did that night was commendable. One more song and she'll be done.

"Closing time..." She started slowly with her final song, replacing the piano keys with picking her guitar. "One last call for alcohol, so finish your whisky, your beer." Becca put a bit of sway in her movement on the tall chair she had been seated in all night.

"I know who I want to take me home..." Becca hit the chorus and sang again aimed straight at Freen. The message was almost ambiguous, Freen not sure whether Becca was just singing or whether she was trying to tell Freen something.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Becca eased into the final line of the song, letting her voice sooth the audience as her guitar slowly came to a silent vibration.

Her friends all jumped up and started cheering at their table. Becca tried to colm them down due to the proper setup of the cocktail bar. They calmed down but still hugged and slapped her on the shoulder once she approached them.

After all the congratulations, Becca was done and just wanted to go home. It wasn't as much as the physical exhaustion that caught her but rather the mental exhaustion. Her friends did not wish to pull her out of her zone and decided they would get together perhaps the next evening, which was a Saturday.

Only Freen remained behind to help Becca pack her things in her car, and then the two were off with the knowledge that the suit would contact her sometime soon to let her know whether she was successful or not.

"Sleepy kitty?" Freen asked curiously as she looked over to Becky beside her. She was wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and leaning her head against the window. Freen soon realised Becca was fast asleep. The Bangkok traffic didn't help either. Freen managed to rummage through her bag at a red light and promptly covered Becca with said blanket.

"Baby..." Freen gently shook on Becca's shoulder to try and rouse her. "Tua, it's time to go inside. At the warmth of Freen's voice, Becca finally untangled herself from the safety belt so that she could get inside and eat before passing out again.

Once she woke up the next morning, she looked around the unfamiliar room with blinking eyes. She was definitely not sure where she was.

What had she done the previous evening? She was exhausted, but not that drunk. She moved her aching body slightly and studied the room. She was alone in bed but she could notice by the imprint in the mattress that she hasn't slept alone.

Once Freen entered the room with two cups of coffee and wearing nothing bit a white button up, Becca swallowed hard. "Thank you for the coffee..." Becca squeaked out as Freen places the cup on Becca's nightstand.

Becca quickly checked her own clothes a s felt better when she still found herself in her jeans and tank top, only her black button up hanging from the back of a chair some foot away.

"Morning, rockstar." Freen grinned at her and took a sip from her own coffee. "You were so exhausted last night, it was like you were drunk. I brought you back to my place to just sleep it off. Besides, I think your brother and Irin could use the house for a change."

"Oh god please don't..." Becca groaned at the thought of her brother and best friend getting it on. Things grow silent for a moment as Freen snuck back into bed next to Becca, leaning her back against the headboard. " So how do you feel after last night?"

Becca raised her brows while furrowing them at the same time. Freen laughed at Becca's confusion and quickly explained. "Your gig, I mean. How do you feel it went?"

Rebecca raised her head in realisation. "Oh. Right. I really enjoyed it. It was intimidating as hell, but it was good. How did it sound?"

Freen placed her cup on her nightstand and leaned closely over to Becca to give her a kiss on the cheek. "You were amazing. If they don't come back for you it would be their loss."

"I don't...won't leave the band, Freen. The band is my family and you don't abandon family." Becca shook her head lightly, while at the same time giving Freen a puppy dog look. She was so scared of losing Freen to her orchestral music.

"One step at a time." Freen lifted her hand to push some stray strands of hair behind Becca's ear. "All of this will work out the way it is supposed to."

Becca smiled dreamily up at Freen. She could not believe that this comforting, beautiful angel was standing before her with nothing but a dress shirt, her olive skin stretching from beneath. Becca had to gulp and rub her legs together at the unexpected effect the vision of Freen was having on her.

"Thank you so much. For all the support, for all the encouragement and for all the help. I could not have done this without you." Becca beckoned for Freen to lean closer before grabbing Freen's shirt at the front and tugging her closer.

Freen immediately responded by landing her soft lips firmly on Becca's. Becca's grip slipped around Freen and pulled her even further, prompting the taller beauty to situate herself in Freen's lap. Becca watched Freen's dark eyes closely, sure that her own were mirroring their depth. Soon Becca combed her fingers through Freen's raven hair, then as soon as the latter tilted her head back, Becca had her warm mouth latched onto Freen's neck.

Freen gave a low moan as Becca's lips and teeth explored the expanse of sensitive skin from Freen's ear, down to her neck and over her collarbone. Two trembling fingers came to rest on the top button of Freen's shirt. Becca wanted to say something, but the words seemed to elude her as her fingertips slowly pushed the open collar of Freen's shirt.

Becca leaned forward and slowly inhaled Freen's scent. It was immaculate. It was the perfect mixture of tulips and fresh ocean air. It made Becca feel drunk. All she could do was to nudge her nose into Freen's neck, searching for more.

Freen groaned lightly as she tipped her head back again, her dark eyes slowly closing at the pleasure of Becca's mouth on her neck and just above where the fabric of her shirt started to slip down. When she felt Becca's tongue slide along the same sensitive skin, Freen could clearly feel the heat pooling between her thighs.

Freen was so ready for Becca...
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