Warning: Rated M for femslash and smut.

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Chapter 1

Angelina's P.O.V.

"Morning, baby" I see Velvet shift under the covers.

"Morning" I answer, somewhat less than enthusiastically.

"Why so serious? Something upsetting you?" I look down at her. What do I tell her? Upsetting me...nothing's upsetting me. Nothing, but this thought that's been running around my brain, rearranging all my other thoughts like a pastry cook does cupcakes. A thought I can't get rid of, despite my sincere efforts.

"Nothing, it's just..." I stop. I don't know how to phrase this properly. Is there even a proper way to phrase this? She's gonna flip. As soon as I tell her, she's gonna flip, and I'll be to blame.

"Angel, come on. You know you can tell me anything. Just please, baby. Whatever it is, we can discuss it and find a solution together. You know how much I love you. I'll give anything for you to be happy."

"I know, babe." I really do know. Velvet loves me just as much as I love her. We've been together for what, two years now? But even before that, we knew what we had was special. We've always been highly attracted to each other; the chemistry is undeniable. And she's been completely amazing all this time we've been together. Which means, I have to tell her. I owe her as much. If we're to remain this close, I need to be honest with her one hundred percent. Ah, screw it. Good. Luck. To. Me.

"Babe..." I meet her gaze. She stares back, curious. "Remember when Madison used to be part of "The Beautiful People"?" She scoffs, rolling her eyes. OK, not a good start. "I mean, before her ditching us for Hernandez. We had some pretty good times, the three of us. Wouldn't you say?"

"Hah! Hernandez? Please...We both know it was because "Mexican America" consists of four, while "The Beautiful People" of only two. Do the math yourself." Not getting my drift, Velvet, not getting it.

"Like I said, babe, think of the good times." I put emphasis on "good". Maybe she'll catch on.

"Yes, but so what? They're over now. All over." Then again, maybe not...

"And, let me remind you, it was her choice to break us up. And now she wants back in, doesn't she? I knew it!" I can see Velvet fuming, which is not a good sign. How am I to tell her now what's really been keeping me awake at night? Is she going to react this way? Or worse? Courage, Angelina, courage. You're Angelina Love. The Angelina Love. I think you can handle a little girlfriend drama. Of course you can. Sure you can! Oh...help?

"Babe...this isn't about Madison." That seems to have got her interest.

"Oh?" She turns back to face me.

"No. It's actually about...Mickie."

"Mickie...Mickie James?" Oh, Velv. Not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, are we?

"Of course Mickie James, do you know any other Mickies here at TNA?"

"Fine. What about her?" She raises an eyebrow in anticipation. I give her the look.

"Babe...focus." She still looks at me expectantly. Aw, shucks. Must I really spell it out for her?

"OK...babe...I wan-..would like us...To have a three-way with Mickie James." The last part of the sentence I blurt out, hopefully it is clear enough for Velvet to hear. I don't think I could say this twice. Strangely, my Velvet doesn't respond. No, in fact she's gone awfully quiet. That's not like her, she's a downright chatterbox. Please say something, please say something. Please, say something!

"Babe...?" Dare I speak to her just yet? I shut my mouth before having formed a full sentence. I decide it best to wait for Velvet to speak. Finally, the silence is broken.

"I thought she was doing Tara?" It's my turn to scoff. Tara...she's always liked to make stuff up, that biatch.

"Oh, she wishes!" I retort.

"How about that rumor that's been going on about Mickie "consorting" with Winter?" My, my, Velvet really is up-to-date on the gossip thing, isn't she?

"Like you said...rumor." I reply, satisfied that for once I happen to know more on this matter than Velvet. Truth is, there have been many rumors going around TNA involving Mickie James. If one was to believe them, they'd think she's quite Miss Popular with the women's locker room... And select males... And a horse, but I think I'll choose to disregard that last one.

"It's fine by me." My baby's words catch me by surprise. Have I heard correctly?

"Do you mean that?" I ask her. I need to confirm what she has just said. I need to be certain I'm not hearing things.

"Sure. She's a fine-looking woman, I don't think anyone could deny that. In fact, I think she might be the best-looking person on the roster after you and me, baby. Plus, I think it's safe to assume she's a wildcat in the sack, seeing that she's so feisty in the ring!" Velvet's eyes sparkle as she says that. Believe you me, my girl is a lot kinkier than she looks! The excitement in Velvet's eyes is clear as day, and I can't tell you just how much that pleases me.

"So, what's the plan?" Velvet asks me, which makes me realize I haven't really thought of a plan to go with my idea. But, she's right. If we are to lure Mickie James into our bed, then we definitely need some sort of plan. We can't very well approach her with a "Hi, Mickie, Velvet and I were wondering if you wanted to come home with us tonight?". I can already see that strong fist heading for my nose. I'd rather skip another visit to my plastic, thank you very much.

"Not sure yet, babe. But we'll think of something." Oh yes, we will...


Mickie's P.O.V.

"Come on, sweetheart, hit me with your best shot!" Listen to Tara, somebody's feeling gutsy today!

"Call me "sweetheart" one more time and I just might!" I jump on her with a Lou Thesz Press and instead of covering up her face, she squeezes my butt. Typical Tara. She swiftly rolls me into a pin, her hands still glued to my rear.

"Hands...Off...Ass!" I yell at her, before kicking out of the pin. "What's with the fondling?"

"Don't flatter yourself, bubble-cheeks. It's called pro wrestling." I roll my eyes, she's unbelievable.

"Oh is that what we call it now? Come on, Tara, you're so into me. You know it, I know it." She laughs.

"Is that right? And what are you going to do about it?" Oh, there's plenty I can do.

"Watch me." I lunge at her thinking Clothesline, she catches me in mid-movement and swings me over her shoulders like a sacrificial lamb. I try to wriggle out of her hold, she drops me on my back with force. Ouch! Talk about muscle.

"Not nice, Tara! Not nice!"

"You know, Mickie...If you want me to be nice to you, you'll have to be nice to me." Was that a smirk decorating her face just now?

"Define "nice"." I raise both eyebrows; nobody smirks at me.

"How about I let you figure this one out on your own..." Playing hard to get. That's fine, Tara, that's fine. I wonder how far she'll take it this time.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Take it as you like, toots." Toots? What is this, the 1920's? Oh, you're so on!

"Well...I've said this in the past, I'll say it again. There's nothing between us but air and opportunity, baby. Come on!" I like my comeback. Top this, Tara!

"That an invitation, darling?" That woman, she sure knows how to provoke! If I were a dog, I'd have bitten her nose off a long time ago.

"Come and get it, bitch."

"Don't mind if I do." I see her running towards me; I prepare to duck.

Tara's P.O.V.

The little tease! Wait till I get my hands on you... I start running towards her. I know she is ready for me, I can see she's about to jump out of my way. A fraction of a second before I have reached her spot, I outstretch my arms to the left and grab her by the waist. I spin us both around and drop down; Mickie's face hits the canvas. I roll her over and get the three-count. The practice match is over, but I stay on top of her, keeping her pinned down.

"How did you know I was going to go right?" Oh Mickie, I know you inside and out...

"You always jump to your right, sweetheart." She glares back at me. I know she hates to be called sweetheart, but I like annoying her. She's awfully cute when she puts on her angry face.

"I hadn't noticed."

"Unlucky for you, I had." She smiles at me, and I let myself lean forwards.

Mickie's P.O.V.

She presses her lips against mine. I don't push her away. I lost this match, so she's entitled to her prize. She beats me, she gets a kiss. I beat her, I get one of her pet tarantulas, which, of course, I sell back to her afterwards. The kiss is longer and the price higher each time. It's this little game we play. Why she'll settle for a kiss, however, when she could have something more valuable...that, I don't know. She keeps saying it's all part of the heel character she portrays at TNA, but I know she takes great pleasure in having me in a vulnerable position. She loves to dominate me in the ring, especially since it doesn't happen all that often. Most times during practice we just end up in a draw; we're so even-matched in terms of both experience and skill, it's not even funny. Hopefully, I'll be the one to win tomorrow, to even the odds. What price should I put on her precious pet this time? Hmmm...


Angelina's P.O.V.

"You were saying, baby?" Go ahead, Velvet, rub it in. Dammit, did Tara have to kiss Mickie just now? Perfect timing, as always.

"It was just a kiss, babe, that doesn't mean it meant anything. Besides, it's pretty obvious to me it's Tara who's got the hots for Mickie, not the other way around."

"Perhaps, but did you see Mickie try to get out of it? Cause I sure as hell didn't." Always the Negative Nancy, thanks a lot, Velv.

"Whatever, babe. We'll get her. We just need to wait for...a more opportune moment." That's it. Then...she'll be ours.


End of Chapter 1


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