Tara shivered in the chilly, air conditioned building as she waited for Gaga to get out of the shower. She had been in there for longer than usual, and Tara wondered what was going on. She shivered again as she imagined what Gaga would be doing in the shower, but this time not from the cold.
She remembered admiring the pop star from afar as she was just reaching superstardom, and then feeling like the luckiest girl in the world when she was hired as Lady Gaga’s personal makeup artist. Tara had hid her attraction to Gaga under a cool exterior of friendly but professional detachment, but that girl radiated pure sunshine, and she simply could not maintain the distance that would give her security.
And thus, Tara found herself falling in love with the world’s biggest pop star. Her pop star. But, what could she do about it? Just continue like nothing had changed, and stay at her side as she threw herself into abusive relationships? Did she have a choice? With her boyfriends, Gaga tended to give herself entirely and eagerly, and it seemed to make her happy – if only for a while. Tara didn’t want to deny her that, even if she knew she loved Gaga so more than any of her boyfriends ever had, would be so much more devoted than any of them ever could.
Over the recent stress at the beginning of her new tour, Gaga had been near breakdown but Tara helped her overcome it, and the two had become very close friends. A little too close for Tara to be sure of herself. But she enjoyed their close companionship and was determined to not ever ruin it with any sexual advances towards Gaga.
Door hinges squeaked as Gaga stepped out of the bathroom stark naked, smiling softly at nothing and everything. It wasn’t that Tara had never seen Gaga naked before, but Gaga’s body never failed to be a feast to her ravenous eyes, and she devoured the sight greedily.
“See something you like?” Gaga giggled. “You should just get over it and have sex with me.” She giggled again.
Was she… drunk? Already? Shocked, Tara said nothing and after a pause, Gaga bit her lip.
“You know… I was just kidding, right?” She cast her eyes down a little and turned away. “Today, I want to look fabulous and feel fabulous. But less makeup, please. I’m not feeling very much like a hooker right now.”
Gladly, Tara set to work and concentrated very hard on Terrible Awful Horrendous possibilities of what might happen if she were to kiss Gaga right at that moment. With a tremendous force or sheer willpower, she managed to do no more than apply makeup on Gaga’s face, but her self-control was weakening.
“What do you think we should do today, Tara?” she chirped. “I was thinking of going out on the town, but since I got that concussion, maybe I should rest for the day. Will you please please please stay with me to watch a horror movie? I need someone to wake me up for the ending if I fall asleep. You will, won’t you?” Gaga’s green eyes took on a golden tint and her face arranged itself into an adorable, pleading look that was simply irresistible. Tara would have stayed whether Gaga asked or not, but she was glad for an extra excuse to cuddle with her.
Exhausted from her grueling tour schedule, Gaga passed out after about twenty minutes in. She had slunk down onto the bed while Tara remained upright, and as she fell asleep, Tara stroked her hair while her head rested in her lap.
After a while, Tara turned off the TV. Gaga could always watch that movie another time, but now, she needed her rest. And she would enjoy this private intimacy while it lasted.