A/N: I've been missing in action lately, and really can't seem to write anything but the things that are swirling around in my heart. So, here's my latest attempt that trying to figure out some things out. I know the topic is not the most popular, but hey, life isn't always popular. So with that, I hope to post more soon. I have about 4 chapters written so far, which is way more than I've done in a long time. Hopefully, I won't lose interest in this story, too.
Is there such thing as an absolute truth? Dante Morrison used to think so. Absolute meant forever. It was never wavering. And the way things in her life had played out, she was absolutely sure that this was the way it was supposed to be. Well, at least once upon a time it was. It used to be that everything was perfect. Even with that little quiet voice in the back of her head, she felt at peace, loved completely and fulfilled in every way possible. Her life was absolutely perfect…well, as absolutely perfect as a flawed person could expect.
The problem Dante found with absolutes were the fact that they had to be, well…absolute. Absolutes didn't offer room for alteration, or error. When something is absolute, it is to permanently remain the way it was once introduced. It's not allowed to be added on to it, or have acceptations made. Absolutes forced limitations, and eventually make a liar out of the most humble people.
There was a time, before she realized how much absolutes had set her up for failure, Dante was sure that she could never love anyone as much as much as her husband. John Morrison had been the fairytale she'd dreamed about since she was little girl. He was everything that she'd always wanted in a man. All the years of casual dates and dead-end relationship were put to rest the day she had met him in the coffee shop. Just thinking that she might have missed her chance at true happiness, if it wasn't her turn to pick up lunch for the office, made her stomach tie in knots.
She would have never imagined that a muscle bound pretty-boy would have made every one of her traditional dreams come true. She would have never have fathomed that a man that spent more time on his hair than she did, would be the sweetest, most gentle man in the world. And she certainly wouldn't have believed that a man that could obviously had any girl he wanted, would have wanted her…and only her.
But he did. John Morrison had swept Dante off of her feet. Maybe it was the way he always gently gripped her hand when they walked. Or the way he whispered against her ear when he had something for her ears only. It definitely was the way he looked at her, like she was the only other person in the room. And the midnight phone calls when he was on the road. John always took the time to let Dante know that she was his special girl.
And he was her man. Everyone with ears knew that. She couldn't stop talking about him. Any and every little thing that he did was the greatest thing in the world, as far as she was concerned. He was the total package. He was gorgeous, attentive and the sex was beyond amazing. She couldn't have asked for more.
If anyone would have ever asked Dante if she loved her husband, her answer would have been: absolutely. But now looking into the soft eyes of the brunette laying beside her, she wasn't so if that was the right word anymore.
Dante closed her eyes as gentle fingertips ran up her arm. Sometimes nothing else in the world mattered when she was touched like that. Her breath hitched as soon as she felt that warm mouth close over her throat and gently make its way to her neck. She could feel the goose bumps dance on her skin caused by the warm flesh pressed against hers. This was heaven. Pure and simple. There was nothing better.
"Mickie." She gently whispered, before pressing her lips against the other woman's. There was nothing more intense than kissing Mickie James as the orgasm swept over her. And she knew Mickie felt the same way. Finally catching her breath, Dante smiled at the gentle kisses being peppered over her jaw. She stretched lazily, feeling her arms flop to the bed beside her. "You…wow…"
Smiling, Mickie placed one final kiss on Dante's lips before pulling herself from the bed. "You want something to drink?" She shrugged and made her way to the door, turning around to raise her brows at the appreciative look that her lover was giving her. Making her way to the kitchen, Mickie picked a few strawberries from the tray that still sat on the kitchen counter, before pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge. This was going to be a long weekend, and if it was going to continue like this, she was going to have to pace herself. She took a big sip, letting the cool water wash the taste of Dante down her throat. Licking her lips, and taking another sip, she made her way back to the bedroom. "I thought you quit."
Hoisting herself into a seated position, Dante place the ashtray on her lap, and blew out the puff of smoke. She couldn't help licking her lips at the sight of Mickie's naked, sweat soaked body. "I did. But you…" Raising a finger in a knowing way, she laughed, "wow."
Mickie placed the bottle of water on the night stand before picking up the ashtray and placing it next on the table. Slowly, she straddled Dante's lap, before taking a seat. Gently, she pulled the cigarette of her hand, took a puff, and then put it out. "Those things'll kill you."
"You're going to kill me." Closing her eyes against the feel of Mickie's pelvis grind against her lap, Dante gripped Mickie's waist in an attempt to aid her, while her mouth found pleasure in the fullness of her breast. Mickie made Dante insatiable. Every nerve in her body screaming to be in contact with Mickie's soft skin in some way whenever she was near.
It was the simple things about Mickie that Dante always loved the most. And lucky for her, everything about Mickie was simple. In all the years she's known Mickie, Dante had never known her to be full of drama. From the first day of her senior year in college, when Dante took an apartment down the hall from Mickie's, the two had become fast friends. Mickie James was the only person in the entire complex that saw the twenty two year old struggling with a box, and had offered to help. And after all of the boxes were moved in, Mickie offered Dante dinner, and the two hit it off right away.
That was eight years ago. It was funny that a sweaty move and two bottles of wine turned into a night that neither woman would ever forget. It wasn't like it was the first time Dante had ever been with a woman. But it had been the first time that she'd ever done more than just kiss, and rub on one. For Mickie to be a virtual stranger to her at that time, she felt incredibly relaxed with her. And it had been amazing. That time and every time thereafter had been mind blowing. Over the years, the two had become more than just lovers. They had become best friends, sharing everything from meals, to clothes, to make up tips, to their beds.
Mickie had been the first person that Dante told about meeting John. And what a surprise it had been to find out that both John and Mickie would end up in OVW at the same time. Mickie was the one the felt John out, and gave Dante a good report, when she got to know him. It was on Mickie's judgment that Dante finally agreed to go out with him. It was Mickie that was Dante's maid of honor in her wedding. And it was Mickie that kept Dante company whenever John's schedule had him on the road for weeks at a time.
For as complicated as their relationship could have been, it was that simple. Mickie never complained. She never demanded anymore from Dante than she was able to give. She understood the complexity of a relationship like that of the one their shared, and was happy to get what she could have from Dante in return.
It wasn't like Mickie was sitting at home pining away for Dante or anything. She had had plenty of boyfriends during their time together. In fact, she was currently dating John Cena, a relationship that was fun at best but definitely not something was that was going to go anywhere.
It was as if no matter what else was going on in their lives, or the outside relationships that they enjoyed, Mickie and Dante belonged together. They were made for each other. In the eight years they'd known each other they'd only broken up once. And that was only for a couple of months. No matter how they tried to changed, they both seemed to understand that this bond between them was bigger than them both. It's what drew them together, and kept them there, though they were sure that no one else would understand.
"Hello?" Dante panted while moving Mickie's hair over her shoulder. She really couldn't nibble on her shoulder with the phone to her mouth, but watching her body move against hers was just as good. Truth be told, she hated to answer the phone and not give Mickie the attention she deserved, but if she didn't it may have aroused suspicion.
"Hey, honey." Settling back into the passenger seat of the car, John Morrison watched the road signs pass by as Mike drove. "What are you up to?"
Most women would have panicked in a situation such as this. But Dante took it in stride. Ever since she'd met John, she'd always been Mickie's. And if she was honest with herself she would admit that she wasn't cheating on John with Mickie, but rather cheating on Mickie with John. But it wasn't cheating. Not when her feelings were so strong for both of them.
John and Mickie were the best of both worlds. Everything that one lacked, the other made up for. John's rock hard muscles sent chills down her spine, but Mickie's soft voluptuous curves melted her insides. John smelled like everything masculine that always drove her crazy. But, Mickie smelled like strawberries and tasted like honey. And where John would always call her to let her know that she was on his mind, Mickie was the one that would leave little notes around the house that said nothing more than, I love you. John was the one that would hold her and protect her and made her feel like all was right with world. Mickie was the one she could talk to and being in her arms made it feel like she was just fine the way she was.
They were two separate people, that both loved her completely and in completely different ways. And being with them both made her feel at ease. "Me and Mickie are just working out." Biting her lip, Dante lowered her eyes to Mickie's hips still moving softly against her body. Stealing a kiss, she listened as John told her about his day and the next stop on his tour.
"Well, I don't want to keep you from your workout." John repositioned himself on his chair and huffed, upset that he wouldn't get to hear Dante whine in his ear, the way he loved. He knew how it was when his wife and Mickie got together. They didn't see each other that much, but when they did, it was girl time, all the time. "I'll call you back when we get to the hotel. I love you."
"I love you, too." Dropping hr cell phone to the bed, Dante buried her hands into Mickie's hair and kissed her with a passion that caused her entire body to shiver. She moved to lay Mickie down and then began to taste every inch of Mickie's body.
It wasn't long before Dante looked at the ceiling, rubbing Mickie's leg, which was draped across her chest. As long as neither moved too much, she was sure they'd both cool off. She didn't even know what they were laughing about at the moment, but just listening to the angelic giggle coming from Mickie's mouth, was enough to send her into a fit of hysterics.
These moments were what Dante craved. Hanging out, being silly, and making love to Mickie all day and night. She was sure that there was nothing better. The only thing that compared was the stage of post coital bliss that she found with her husband.
"Dante?" Mickie's voice cut across Dante's moment of reflection of being in John's arms, causing her to roll her head to look in her direction. "Do you love me?"
Smiling, Dante moved Mickie's leg, and crawled up the bed until she laid flush on Mickie's naked body. With her skin covering her lover's Dante captured Mickie's lips in hers, and then looked her in the eye. "Absolutely."