April 4th, 2018 Dublin, Ireland (4 days before WrestleMania 34)
"Dad you didn't have to do this."
"A Queen deserves a throne for her birthday."
Charlotte rolled her eyes and sighed. A small bubble of appreciative laughter making its way into the phone, "My birthday isn't until tomorrow."
"Well technically during the flight it will become your birthday. Isn't a father allowed to get a private plane for his daughter without getting questioned?"
"Of course. Not so sure that is a common problem for most fathers though." Charlotte's smile growing, "Thanks again. This might be the best present I could have asked for after all this media."
Ric's laugh filtered through the phone, "Only the best for you Lottie. I know they are asking a lot of you with WrestleMania coming up, but I couldn't be prouder of you and how you are handling it all. This entire industry is better off with you in it."
The sentimental comment hit Charlotte hard and she had to fight back a tear at how much the words meant to her. She was exhausted from the endless media. Questioning why WWE had sent her to Europe this close to WrestleMania for international marketing, or whatever they had claimed as their reasoning, "Stop it. I don't want to cry in the terminal."
Another chuckle. Ric's tone warm and comforting to Charlotte, "Alright. Enjoy the present. You deserve it. Text me when you land."
"I will. Love you dad."
"Love you too."
The line going dead as Charlotte ended the connection. Sucking in a deep breath and pulling herself together before continuing on her trek. Moving swiftly through the airport until she found the entrance for her private jet.
She was able to watch as her luggage was put underneath the plane. Having to climb down a flight of stairs and walk across the tarmac to where a sleek and pristine jet awaited. Not a speck of dirt marring the white paint job.
Charlotte saw the set of stairs that led up the closed door of the jet and made her way over. Her attention focusing on the door as it started to open from inside.
The tall blonde was suddenly transfixed by the woman who emerged from inside. Her bright orange hair glittering against the setting sun like a lantern heralding the way home in a storm. The form fitting but simple white blouse and knee length black skirt calling her attention to the toned and fit body underneath. Her perfectly thick thighs begging for Charlotte to have them wrapped around her waist. The Irish accent that floated down and into Charlotte's ears dangerously sweet and addictive, "Hello Ms. Flair. My name is Rebecca and I will be taking care of you for the flight duration. Would you like any help with that?"
Charlotte had been a little distracted by the other woman's effortless beauty and took a moment to realize she had been talking about the duffel bag that hung over her shoulder, "No need, I can carry it myself." The bag filled with her ring gear and other essentials that she never wanted to let out of her sight. Lesson learned from growing up around the business.
"Of course, Ms. Flair."
"Just call me Charlotte. It will make things easier for both of us."
Charlotte couldn't help but notice the corners of Rebecca's full lips rising just slightly, "Alrighty then. Welcome aboard… Charlotte."
A shiver running down the blonde's spine at her name coming out of those lips like rich chocolate; smooth and silky yet dangerously tempting.
Once she climbed the stairs and went inside Charlotte marveled at how luxurious the interior was. A small alcove with a table and two well cushioned benches along one side. The other lined with several individual chair's that each looked like they individually costed more that most people made in a month. And in the back, an extremely comfy looking leather couch that sat next to a queen size bed. Charlotte noting the irony immediately.
Charlotte wandered back and placed her palm on the mattress. Testing how comfortable it would be and envisioning some real relaxation on this flight, "All new sheets and mattress at your father's request."
Charlotte rolled her eyes at her dad's idea of a reasonable gift. No doubt having called in at least one or two favors for such a lavish present, "Thanks for the info. I sleep at a lot of hotels, but you never really know how clean those beds are."
"Well if you need anything else just press any of the blue call buttons located all around the cabin. Enjoy your privacy Ma'am," turning and walking towards the door that separated the passenger from the crew.
"I thought we just talked about you calling me Charlotte. Its not all that often I have a beautiful woman refuse me," hoping that some of that old Flair charm would come in handy with this goddess that fell into her lap.
Rebecca stopped and turned around. Her deep brown eyes examining Charlotte for a moment. A tiny smirk stretching across her lips as her eyes quickly scanned the blonde's body appreciatively, "I can see why they wouldn't."
"What about you?"
She shrugged, "I'd rather stand out than be just another girl." Walking away through the door with an exaggerated sway to her hips.
When the door swung closed Charlotte couldn't help but smile. The flight alone was enough of a present, but Rebecca may well be the metaphorical Birthday cake to cap it all off.
This meeting felt preordained – like Charlotte had always been missing something and never knew any different. Ignorantly living her life in content until this moment. The universe screaming that this was no ordinary woman she was dealing with. As if the stars had aligned and brought them together for a purpose just four days before her match with Asuka and easily the biggest moment in her career so far.
She found a seat and strapped herself in when the plane began to taxi down the runway. Taking off and achieving its cruising altitude which allowed the blonde to get up and explore the cabin a bit more. Eyeing the blue call buttons with an excited look on her face.
Rebecca sat down in her seat. Unconsciously biting at her nails; an old habit of hers that only came up when she got nervous and couldn't go work out.
But she couldn't help it. As poised as she had tried to appear in front of the blonde, Rebecca had been dumbstruck at first sight. The sunset making Charlotte's long blonde tresses sparkle as if diamonds were embedded within. Her tall lithe form striding across the tarmac like a Greek goddess come to life. She hadn't been sure if falling to a knee wasn't the appropriate way to greet something so divine.
Instead she had fallen back on her training and gave her normal speech. Leaning onto her professionalism to help her speak and not make a fool of herself.
If it was possible, even Charlotte's shadow had been entrancing and beautiful in its own right.
As soon as she had that particular thought, Rebecca knew she was in trouble.
Even though she hadn't paid a ton of attention to wrestling, after stepping away years ago, the success of Fergal Devitt -her former coach and great friend- in NJPW and then WWE had prompted her to pay a little more attention to whatever show he was on. Which led to her having seen Charlotte many a time on television or the WWE network. The blonde immediately impressing her with her athleticism and constant improvement.
Not to mention the fact that her entrance had become can't miss television to Becky. That damned wink and ridiculous cleavage making her heart beat a little faster every time, without fail.
Her and Fergal, or Finn, as he annoyingly insisted on her calling him just to get a rise out of her, had remained relatively close. Sharing the occasional call while on the road or drink when they were both back in the homeland. One such night of drinking and oversharing resulting in her confiding in him that she may have a teeny tiny crush on the daughter of Ric Flair.
He had eyeballed her over the rim of his glass and smiled that ridiculously perfect smile in her direction and began to laugh. Earning himself a smack in the arm from his old friend as she felt her cheeks turn red in embarrassment. The blush only deepening when Finn had grinned at her and offered to bring her backstage next time WWE was in town.
It was not the first time he had not so subtly tried to get her back into the wrestling world, but that had certainly been the most tempting offer, and the most difficult one to decline.
The company she worked for was extremely secretive for their passenger's safety and anonymity. So, Becky hadn't known who would be boarding until minutes before she had opened that door.
She had somehow made it through her interactions with the other woman without looking like an idiot. But with another thirteen hours in the air she couldn't help but worry that eventually her luck would run out.
Pulling out her phone she connected to the plane's wi-fi and opened up a messenger app. Thumb flying across the screen as she typed out a message to Finn, 'Please tell me you aren't too busy right now. I need your advice five minutes ago.'
Becky stared down at her phone. Impatiently waiting for his response, 'I'm always busy. What do you need?'
For a moment Becky hesitated. Typing out, 'You better not be playing with your Legos!' but decided to take the plunge and get straight to the point. Quickly deleting the message and retyping, 'I'm trapped on a flight with Charlotte.'
The response came in like a speeding bullet, 'Charlotte Flair?'
'Yes.'
'The Charlotte I work with?"
'Yes.'
'The Charlotte you have a crush on, is on a plane with you?'
'Yes! Can you just tell me what I should do already!'
'Wait… Are you telling me Charlotte is currently on a private jet that you happen to be working on?'
'… I will kill you.'
'No you won't. : D'
'Ugh. You are the worst. Can you please just tell me I can make it through this. I would take blind optimism if you don't have any helpful ideas.'
While Becky awaited Finn's response a tiny ringing noise began to chime through the cabin. Signaling the call button having been pressed by the passenger. Which of course meant that Becky would have to go face Charlotte once more.
She had made it through their last encounter fairly well. Even managing to resist the woman's charm without melting into a puddle the first time the blonde smiled at her. Although when Charlotte had called her beautiful, she had to fight the urge to pinch herself. Waiting until she had passed through the doorway to check if this was some insanely vivid dream.
Reluctantly she set her phone down on her chair and stood up. Absentmindedly smoothing out her skirt as she walked towards the door that separated her from the blonde she couldn't stop thinking about.
With one final deep breath Rebecca opened the door. Her jaw dropping comically low when she was confronted with a sight that made her pulse race.
Charlotte had delved into the minibar first and foremost. Bypassing everything else and pulling out a bottle of white wine that looked like it cost a good chunk of money. The label written entirely in what she surmised was probably Italian.
Setting the bottle down on top of the bar, she began searching for a corkscrew. Hoping to get a quick glass to help calm her down for the rest of the flight, although if she was honest it was more to calm the nerves she felt when Rebecca was near.
She hadn't felt so drawn to anyone in a long time, if ever. Like Rebecca was a magnet specially designed to attract Charlotte's DNA.
With a little hesitation she pressed the call button. Her pride slightly wounded at being unable to find the corkscrew.
As soon as her finger hit the button, she ran a hand through her hair to smooth out any tangles. The quick motion accidentally causing her elbow to just barely clip the top of the wine bottle. Round glass bottom swaying with the new momentum until it fell onto its side and rolled onto the ground. Charlotte just barely missing in her attempt to catch the falling bottle.
Some measure of luck seemed to be with her and the bottle didn't shatter on impact. Instead, quickly rolling out of reach and under one of the chairs.
With a huff Charlotte got down on her hands and knees and crawled over towards the chair. Cursing under her breath as she stretched her arm underneath but was only able to just graze the bottle with her fingertips.
She lowered her upper body all the way down to the ground so that she could flatten out her arm and get the extra space she needed.
Her ears picked up the sound of a door opening, and she froze when she remembered that she had pressed the call button before her wine bottle decided to run away on her.
"What can I do for your Charlotte?" Maybe Charlotte was imagining it, but she could have sworn that Rebecca sounded a bit out of breath.
With as much dignity as she could manage, she grabbed a hold of the bottle and pulled it out. Rolling her shoulders out as she sat up and got back to her feet. Turning around and facing the other woman whose hands where clasped tightly in front of her body. Eyes averting looking directly at Charlotte as her pale cheeks seemed to bloom with a pink hue.
Charlotte turned her back towards the redhead and pointed over towards the minibar, "I was looking for a corkscrew and couldn't find one. You must have one somewhere, right?" Turning back and just barely catching the other woman staring at her ass. Her attempt at inconspicuously looking away laughably obvious and unnatural.
"Oh, yes we do. Just let me show you." The redhead seeming less nervous now that she had a task to do.
Rebecca strolled over and stopped right next to Charlotte. Leaning over the minibar to reach one of the cabinets that held an electric corkscrew. The motion making her right arm brush up against the blonde next to her ever so slightly. The tiny point of contact between the two causing a spark that caused them each to jump back.
"That was shocking. You might not be The Rock, but you sure are electrifying."
The silence that followed Rebecca's joke felt like it lasted hours, when in reality it was maybe a second or two at most.
'Stupid Rebecca. She is going to think you are so weird now. Might as well have told her you went to clown college if you wanted to make her run away and ignore you.'
She had been so ready to continue berating herself that it took a few seconds to register that the sound coming from Charlotte's mouth was laughter. Real; so hard you are almost crying laughter.
The breath she had been holding rushed out of her mouth. Taking the anxiousness and worry with it. Rebecca finally feeling as if she could relax a little bit. The statuesque blonde not seeming so intimidating if she could laugh at one of her horrible puns.
"That was so corny," Charlotte got out in between laughs. Carefully grabbing the corkscrew and opening up the bottle, "Are you a wrestling fan?"
Rebecca's answer was noncommittal, "I watch from time to time." Hoping to get off this line of thought, even if it was all her fault for bringing it up with her joke.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow at the vague answer while pouring herself a glass of wine, "Is there a reason you are being so vague? Don't tell me it's something like; you aren't a fan of mine. That might hurt just a little too much." Keeping her tone light and playful as she contemplated the Irish woman in front of her.
"No. I actually like you a lot… I mean as a wrestler I like you. I'm not saying I don't like you as just a person. I just don't know you. I loved your match with… uhm Sasha… The one in the cell." The redhead internally facepalming at the fact that her brain failed her and had frozen on an image of Charlotte performing the splits in her entrance. Any more facts about the match fleeing her mind and leaving her floundering.
Charlotte grinned at the flustered woman and reached out to grab onto one of her shoulders. Squeezing the surprisingly muscular shoulder and circularly working her thumb into a knot she found until Rebecca relaxed, "It's not a big deal if you are a fan. I'm not going to look down on you for it. If I can let you in on a secret; most of the wrestlers are fans too. Some more than others," her mind automatically thinking about one of her closest friends and how deep Bayley's knowledge and love of pro wrestling ran.
"Thanks, but if you don't need anything else, I should be going. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome." Rebecca quickly rambled out. Wanting to get away from the other woman before she did something stupid and embarrassed herself further. Her mind wandering back to just a minute ago when she had walked in and been inundated with Charlotte on her hands and knees. The black pants that the blonde wore clinging tightly to her sinful rear. Bringing out a rush of images of Charlotte naked in that pose with Rebecca right behind her. Pressing kisses to the blonde's back as she teased the other woman till she was begging and pressing her face into the pillow to muffle the screams of Rebecca's name. The strong hand kneading her shoulder not helping the images leave any quicker.
"I will let you know when you have. Are you good with your hands?"
Rebecca's mind sputtered as Charlotte's seemingly innocent question was interpreted in the dirtiest way possible, "I guess."
"Good. I've had this massive knot in the middle of my back all day. Could you please help me with it?"
Rebecca awkwardly laughed at the prospect of having her hands on the other woman with her blessing. Reading the signals that the blonde was sending but not willing to make a move and risk losing both her job and any chance of not making a fool of herself, "People have said my massages are amazing." Her eyes widened like an anime character as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Her own vocal chords betraying her and spouting off before she could think about what she was offering to do.
Charlotte's interest was certainly piqued, "Really? Is that an offer?"
There it was. An out. But did she take it?
"I would need a few minutes to get ready."
"Great. I will just get comfortable and settle in on the bed. Thanks for doing this by the way." Charlotte graciously spoke. Honestly, she had just looking for a quick relief from her back pain. But she would have to be certifiably insane to say no to a massage from the gorgeous Irish woman.
'What the hell have I gotten myself into,' was the predominant thought in Rebecca's orange haired head, "You are very welcome. I just need to go back up front for a minute to get some supplies. Be back in a jiffy." Skirting her way across the plane and behind the door that gave her a little separation from the blonde who continued to charm her at every turn.
Rebecca didn't believe in love at first sight. It had always seemed like an impossible standard to live up to; designed to make people feel inadequate in their own life.
It might not be love, but Rebecca could swear that Charlotte and she were meant to find each other. A certain inevitability looming in her mind that she felt reflected in Charlotte. Like no matter how many times they cycled through their lives they would always gravitate towards each other sooner or later.
Holy hell. With thoughts like these Rebecca knew she really needed Finn's to help sort through her own head.
Little did she know that Charlotte was struggling with much the same feelings. Flipping on her own phone and messaging the two women she knew could help her through this.
Both women unaware that the people they were messaging just so happened to be sitting next to each other on one of the many pre-WrestleMania panels in New Orleans. Each of their phones lighting up with almost perfect synchronization and drawing a curious look from all three.
New Orleans, Louisiana April 4 (WrestleMania Axxess Panel)
'I'm an idiot. I just offered to give her a massage. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I can barely keep it together when I'm in the same room. Now I have to actually touch her! FINN! What the HELL am I doing?'
Finn looked down at his phone screen. Pulling it underneath the table so that it wasn't so obvious what he was doing. He read through the message from Rebecca and had to fight to not laugh. Barely holding in his guffaws as he thought about the crazy scenario his friend found herself in.
Bayley sat to his left and Sasha sat on her other side at the end of the table. Both women noticeably peering at their phones as well. Finn knew how close they were with Charlotte and couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was messaging them about Rebecca right now.
His phone buzzed again. Finn swearing underneath his breath as he rushed to put the phone on silent. Flashing as charming of a smile as he could muster to Mike Mizanin who sat on his right. Silently apologizing for interrupting his long winded speech about something. His eyes fell down to his phone and took in Rebecca's newest message with a grin, 'Do you WANT me to go insane! I need you to tell me why this is a horrible idea.'
Given the situation he couldn't help but tease her a little, 'I can't do that Becca.' Putting his phone down for a second and leaning in towards his former tag partner in NXT, "Bayley. Psst," he hissed to get the brunette's attention.
Bayley's every present ponytail bounced as she turned to look at him. Narrowing her eyes in confusion and silently showing him that she was listening. Doing her absolute best to drown out the Miz's voice as he hogged the spotlight. Answering fan questions in a way that allowed him to go on and on about how amazing he was. She had to give it to him that he was pretty damn good at staying in character; her very real annoyance at the sound of his voice a true testament to that.
"Charlotte is messaging you right now. Isn't she?" Keeping his voice low enough that the microphone in front of him wouldn't pick it up.
Bayley raised an eyebrow at his question, "Yeah. What's it to you?"
The brunette looked down at her phone and frowned at the latest message in their chat from Sasha, 'Just make a move and fuck her. Stop being such a baby.' Softly hitting the woman sitting next to her in the arm with the back of her hand, for her response to Charlotte asking them if things were moving too fast.
41,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean
Charlotte paced up and down the wide open space in the middle of the cabin. Typing out a quick message to a group chat with Bayley and Sasha. Deciding to get straight to the point; not knowing when Rebecca would be back, 'I need your advice…' Going on to describe her current situation as best she could over text alone as succinctly as possible. Ending by asking the two women what she should do next.
'Just make a move and fuck her. Stop being such a baby.' Came Sasha's response.
Charlotte read the text and quickly composed one of her own, 'Not very helpful Sasha…'
'What do you want me to say? You're a grown ass woman. You probably make more money than that girl has even thought of and you are worried she will turn you down?'
'Money isn't everything Sasha.' Bayley decided to enter in her own input at this time, 'But I do kind of agree with Sasha. If you think you might like this girl, you need to step up and make it clear to her.'
'… I think I understand what you mean.'
'Also, make sure to show off your tits. Use your best weapons against her.'
'SASHA!' Bayley chastised her in text, and unbeknownst to Charlotte in real life as well.
'I will take it into consideration. Thanks for the advice though. I can handle this,' Charlotte speaking more to herself with that last sentence.
She put her phone on silent and walked back towards the bathroom. Taking a quick look at herself in the mirror in case her makeup or hair had gotten messed up since her last interview before arriving at the airport.
She moved back into the main cabin and eyed the bed. Figuring that this would be the most reasonable place for a massage. Definitely no ulterior motives here.
Her eyes moved back to the door that separated her and the woman who had ensnared her so easily. As successful as she was in her job, that success hadn't followed Charlotte into her personal life. She wanted to get over that particular insecurity, but it was tenacious.
Maybe some of Sasha's advice had some merit.
Rebecca stared down at Finn's last test in anger. Mashing out a response on her phone, 'What do you mean you can't do that? Just tell me this is a horrible idea.'
His next response took some time, 'As your friend I won't lie to you. I can't tell you it's a horrible idea when I don't believe it is.'
'? WTF! You are no help. How is this a good idea? I'm going to make a complete ass of myself if I have to touch her.'
'I have it on good authority that this is a very good idea. Besides, I've been trying to get you back into wrestling for a while. Maybe getting inside Charlotte is the first thrust back.'
'YOU are DISGUSTING! And you haven't helped me at all,' Rebecca typed out her response to Finn's innuendo rapidly. It took a second for her to remember the first part of his sentence, 'What do you mean "Good Authority"?'
Rebecca stared down the screen as she waited for his response. Catching herself chewing her fingernails while she sat. A tiny ding came from her phone and her eyes narrowed at the new person that Finn had added to their conversation. Not recognizing the name 'Mercedes' no matter how hard she tried to recall if she had ever heard it.
'So, this is the girl who Queenie is smitten with? Doesn't look like much.'
Rebecca squinted at the words. Not fully understanding what they were saying but finding herself annoyed none the less at the tone.
'Play nice Sash. I sent you that picture to prove I knew her.'
'Listen I don't know who the hell you are or why Finn pulled you in here but don't talk about me like I'm not here. There better be a point to this Ferg.'
'There is. I pulled her in here for a reason. You might know her. Rebecca meet Sasha Banks.'
Her thumb hovered over the screen as she soaked in the new information. Suddenly finding herself a little nervous. A large part of her wanting to immediately begin fangirling and asking the wrestler about some of the matches she and Charlotte had over the years but holding it in. Not wanting to come across as some crazed fan to a woman she knew by reputation was close with the blonde.
'I didn't come here to make a new friend. Listen here St. Patty, Charlotte doesn't need another asshole in her life. So, if you plan on screwing her over there will be nowhere on earth you can hide. I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth if you hurt her. If its just sex, be honest with her. Believe me I will know. Charlotte always tells Bayley everything sooner or later.'
Rebecca looked down at the threatening paragraph. A tiny grin appearing on her face at how tenacious and aggressive the woman could be even when not on camera, 'I'm glad she has someone like you looking out for her.'
The next response from Sasha took a long time for how short the message was, '…Don't be dumb. She likes you.'
Rebecca was stunned by the tacit approval from the other woman. Her eyes drifted upwards and looked at the clock on her phone. Jumping up and gathering up a few things when she saw that it had been almost seven minutes since she had left Charlotte. Hopefully the other woman wouldn't be upset at how long she had taken. She dropped her phone down onto the seat, not wanting the distraction when she went out there.
With a deep breath Rebecca let her fingers curl around the door handle. Sasha's final words ringing in her head as she began to open the door.
For the second time since the flight began Rebecca found herself at a loss for words. Silently letting her eyes roam over the blonde goddess who was lying chest down on the bed. Her top half naked and glowing with her healthy tan and the low light from above. Rebecca's eyes taking in the smooth lines and powerful muscles of her back as she squeezed the bottle of lavender scented oil she had brought a little too tightly; till it began to leak out over her hand. Cursing under her breath as she hurriedly wiped the excess oil on her skirt before Charlotte looked in her direction. Barely composing herself in time as the blonde's head rolled over and stared at her from beneath her eyelashes.
She found herself hopelessly falling into eyes that she could swear were a hurricane of swirling blue and green. Caught in the eye of a storm she had no intention of retreating from. Clearing her throat quickly and injecting as much confidence as she could into her words, "Are you ready Charlotte? I feel like I should warn you that my hands are stronger than they look."
Charlotte chuckled huskily. A pleasurable tingle running down the top of Rebecca's head to her spine as the noise reverberated in her eardrums.
The noise alone enough for the redheaded Irish woman to squeeze her thighs together against the heat between that only grew as she took in the mouthwatering image in front of her. A part of her still believing that this had to be some sort of dream or possibly a drug induced vision. Rebecca didn't do drugs but somehow that seemed more plausible an explanation.
"I take that as a challenge Rebecca. But I'm always ready for a gorgeous woman to put her hands on me."
"Sounds like you have the right job then." Rebecca bit out. Unable to shake the image of other women touching Charlotte, even if only in the context of a wrestling match. An unmistakable burst of anger at those women driven by irrational jealousy filled her before she could stop it.
Charlotte's eyes softened just a bit at the formerly warm voice cooling in a second, "Well none of them are as cute as you." Flashing the woman a wide, disarming smile.
Rebecca couldn't stop herself from swooning under the Flair's charm. Hiding behind her professionalism as much as she could. Which didn't work that well considering what she was about to do. Choosing to ignore the compliment and do what she came in to do, "Could you tell me where about your back is sore?"
"Right in between the shoulder blades is a giant knot and the base of my back has been really tight for months, honestly." Charlotte informed. Laying her head down on a pillow while she waited for Rebecca to cover the rest of the distance separating them.
Rebecca crossed the cabin and stood next to the bed. Close enough to smell the scent of Charlotte's body and see every inch of the body that she had seen in high definition on the television so often. A surreal feeling as she mentally prepared herself to actually touch the other woman. Absentmindedly placing the towel she had brought with her on the bed and squirting out a small amount of oil into her hands. Rubbing them together till the liquid was warmed up between her palms. She placed her hands slowly onto Charlotte's shoulders and let her fingers dig into the solid muscle beneath smooth skin. Leaning over the bed and digging into the tense knots that littered the blondes back.
Her hands stopped suddenly after just a couple seconds of work when a long drawn out groan came out of Charlotte. The blonde adjusting so that her mouth was covered by the pillow to help muffle the noise.
"Was that too much? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Rebecca nervously spoke. Ready to pull her hands off the woman she had a crush on for some time. A part of her screaming that this had all been too good to be true.
"No. Please don't stop." The words moaned out in pleasure causing Rebecca to breath in deeply through her nose as her knees grew weak. Warmth from Charlotte's back seeping into her as her oily fingers pinpointed more point of stress and worked them out.
Both of her thumbs digging around the blonde's spine and working small tight circles into the skin.
"Harder." Charlotte demanded. Her eyes closed tight as her body relaxed into the mattress while Rebecca's strong fingers helped alleviate all the stress her body accumulated from being a wrestler. The other woman responded by digging in a little deeper, "You don't have to worry about breaking me. I thought you said your hands were stronger than they looked?"
Rebecca realized that she wouldn't be able to get more strength behind her hands without being in a better position. Standing next to the bed not the most ideal position to apply more force. She bit her lip as she figured out what she would need to do. Competitive streak burning at Charlotte's goading, "Give me a second to get more leverage."
This time it was Charlotte's turn to be surprised into silence. Her eyes shooting open as the bed dipped underneath the new weight. Rebecca slowly climbing on next to her and boldly throwing one of her legs over Charlotte so the she was straddling her lower body. The smaller woman settling herself over the other woman's hips as she made sure to stay up on her knees so that she wouldn't be tempted to grind herself down by any teasing contact.
The Irish woman had to roll her skirt up her legs to allow her the flexibility to straddle the other woman. The skirt designed more to look good than for any practicality or functionality.
She let her hands dig back in to the open expanse of skin in front of her. Slowly moving lower till she was working out the stiffness in Charlotte's lower back she mentioned. Letting her hands flow and move where the other woman's moans and small intakes of breath indicated she was needed.
Time faded away for both women as they just enjoyed the comfort of another warm body pressed against their own. Charlotte finding herself floating on a cloud of relaxation as Rebecca's hands continued to caress and press deeply into her muscles.
Despite feeling as if all the tension in her back was gone Charlotte selfishly remained silent. Allowing the other woman to simply continue even though she could probably feel how relaxed she already was.
Charlotte shifted slightly. Trying to adjust her body a tiny bit so that she wouldn't fall asleep. She swiveled her hips to settle back into the bed. Lifting her lower body up in the process of adjusting just slightly.
Rebecca had fallen into an almost trance like state as her hands were allowed to worship the woman in front of her. She was sure that 'The Queen' must be more than just a moniker for the wrestler in ring. Everything about her seemed so regal and she couldn't stop herself from indulging in the task before her. Spending far more time than was necessary touching the woman beneath her. Shocking even herself with how she had climbed up on the bed so hurriedly.
Her trance was abruptly broken when Charlotte wiggled around beneath her. The tiny movement causing new delicious friction where the inside of her thighs pressed against the blonde's hips. Charlotte seemed unaware of what her subtle movements were doing to the Irish woman. Fingers unconsciously tightening into the wrestler's back which only made the problem worse.
As her breathing sped up and her hands reflexively dug deeper into the blonde's back, Charlotte arched her body from the sudden increase in pressure. The involuntary reaction shifting one of Rebecca's knees outward which made her lower body shift down. Just enough for her to be pressed up against Charlotte's, thankfully, still covered rear.
Rebecca couldn't think for a few seconds. Her brain short circuiting and eyelids shutting tight against the new contact. Her weight settling on her new center of gravity and making it harder still to put together a coherent though. The warmth emanating from beneath her panties increasing with every miniscule movement that Charlotte made.
She sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening when Charlotte finally settled down and stopped her fidgeting. She didn't want to bring any attention to the fact that she was pressed down against the blonde. Taking several deep breaths to bring oxygen back to her brain so it would function properly. Doing her best to shove the cloud of lust aside and continue the massage. Probably not the smartest decision in the world, but Rebecca was proud she had pulled herself together enough to think at all.
Her hands trailed slowly up the blonde's back. The oil making her tanned skin glow like a precious gold. Rebecca unable to take her eyes off the muscles moving beneath like steel cables covered by silk. She let the tips of her fingers drag from the top of her spine all the way down to the waistline of her pants. Barely applying any pressure and just letting herself appreciate the sculpted power that lay inert underneath her own body.
The up close knowledge that the blonde could easily overpower her if she wanted brought a new sense of confidence to Rebecca. As well as a fresh wave of excitement that had her biting her lip to stop from making any noise. Images of Charlotte holding her up against a wall while her fingers busily buried themselves inside her burned into her brain.
Her fingers splayed out across the blonde's lower back. Letting her palms lay flat while her thumbs traced tiny zig-zag patterns slowly upwards.
Charlotte had been lying down in a state of bliss. Her mind floating as long as Rebecca's hands remained attached to her skin. The comforting hands leaving a trail of deep relaxation and calm wherever they roamed. Part of her wanting to roll over and allow the Irish woman access to her chest and the rock hard nipples that had been subtly rubbing against the sheet beneath for some time now. Driving Charlotte insane with the constant teasing.
As Rebecca's fingers traced tiny zig-zag patterns into her back Charlotte tried her best to put together a sentence, "So who do I have to kill?"
Rebecca stopped her ministrations for a moment as she tried to process Charlotte's words. Continuing her massage when the blonde beneath her huffed at the interruption and bucked just a tiny bit to get her attention. It worked, but possibly too well. Rebecca finding herself struggling to breath after Charlotte's thick but perfectly tight ass pressed into her. She forced herself to respond even though she knew her voice would sound unconvincingly casual, "What are you talking about?"
Charlotte turned her head to the side so that she could look back at Rebecca. Pulling the Irish woman right back into the storm she was only too happy to brave, "Earlier you said some people told you that you were good at massages. I just want to kill them all so that no one else knows about this. Kind of want you all to myself now."
"Oh, I see. Is that jealousy I sense? Seems unbefitting of a queen." Rebecca teased. Enjoying this little back and forth since it helped take her mind off what she was doing.
"Would you give me their names if I admitted it?"
"Hmm… Possibly." Letting her fingers knead the blonde's traps while her thumbs rolled up and down her neck.
"Well in that case. Yes. I am a little jealous. Call me crazy but I don't want anyone feeling this besides me." Rebecca felt her breathing hitch as one of Charlotte's hand snaked down the bed to rub up against the outside of her thigh. The blonde's touch electric against her skin. Blindly letting her nails teasingly run along the skin beneath her skirt's hemline.
"Really? Is it that good?"
"Only because it's you."
"Has that line ever worked for you?" Rebecca said out of reflex. Reading all the signs the blonde was giving her but still convinced that she must somehow be misinterpreting them.
Charlotte grinned over her shoulder, "I think I'm one for one so far."
Just when Rebecca was about to respond the intercom buzzed to life. The pilot's voice filtering through the cabin, "Apologies for the interruption Ms. Flair, but we will be hitting some turbulence in a few minutes. Just need to make sure you are seated with your seatbelt on as soon as possible. If you need assistance, I'm sure Ms. Lynch would be happy to help. Thank you for your cooperation."
It felt like Rebecca had just been thrown back into the earth from where she had been deliriously floating above. The reality of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. She had a job to do and she didn't want to risk her only source of income for something that might only be a one-time thing.
She quickly swung her legs back over the blonde and nearly jumped off the bed. Smoothing out her skirt and avoiding eye contact with the woman who remained lying down. Missing the look of disappointment and hurt that crossed her face. Caught up in her own assumptions about what this meant to the blonde, "Well that sucks. I suppose I should get going. You know how to work a seatbelt I'm sure."
Rebecca did one of the hardest things she had ever had to do and turned away. Every step she took away from the blonde feeling heavier then the last. Before she knew it, after only five steps, she stood still as a statue in the middle of the cabin. Halfway in between the door that led to relative safety and the blonde behind her could be both her savior or her ultimate downfall.
She must have been standing there for a while as she eyed the door in front of her; long enough for Charlotte to have put her shirt back on and sat up. Her legs swung over the side of the bed as she sat there watching the Irish woman's back. Holding her chin high in spite of the hurt she felt at the redhead's dismissive words. The moment they just had, flitting away in the wake of the pilot's announcement.
"What are you doing Rebecca?" Charlotte tiredly questioned as the woman remained rooted to her spot.
Sasha's words rang through Rebecca's head and her hands clenched into fists as she grew angry at herself for potentially doing the exact thing Sasha had expressly told her not to do. Charlotte deserved her honesty.
She spun back on her heel once again to face Charlotte. Her heart clenching at the wary look in those blue-green eyes that hadn't been there before. Knowing that it was her own fault for introducing that doubt, "I'm sorry Charlotte. I didn't mean to—"
Her words cutting off as the plane began to shake and tilt as the turbulence hit.
Uncontrollably she began to stumble. Trying her best to find balance but finding it nearly impossible with the plane shifting so much.
When one particularly large spike of turbulence hit, Rebecca's momentum sent her tumbling forward out of control.
Right into the lap of Charlotte. Her upper body colliding with the blonde who had just enough time to prepare for catching the out of control woman. Wrapping her arms securely around Rebecca's midsection and pulling their bodies tightly together to help stop them from rolling. Tightening her core muscles as she held Rebecca close while they rode out the rest of the turbulence.
The noise from the wind outside and the rocking of the plane didn't bother Rebecca or Charlotte all that much. Both used to it after spending so much time in the air for their respective jobs.
As the outside stimulus slowly calmed down and the plane gradually smoothed back out both women became aware of how close they were. Gentle puffs of air from Rebecca hitting Charlotte's neck making her painfully aware of every point of contact between her and the flight attendant.
Rebecca couldn't believe her luck tonight. She had been about to apologize to the blonde and explain why she was acting so weird. Wanting to follow Sasha's advice (or threat) and be honest about how she was feeling. Her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to put herself out there. This unshakeable feeling that Charlotte was filling a space that had sat empty all these years just waiting for its reservation to be taken, overwhelming her and making her throat constrict.
She stared down into the storm and threw caution to the wind. Walking outside the calm eye of the hurricane into the unknown. Letting her head fall down slowly; giving the blonde ample time to move out of the way.
The storm cleared suddenly as soon as she braved the worst of it, and Rebecca could see the same nervous anticipation and fear that she felt reflected back at her in the calm sea of Charlotte's eyes.
Confident that she wasn't misreading things this time and trusting her own intuition, Rebecca gave a tiny roughish half-smile to the woman underneath her. Biting her lip as her eyes flicked down to see Charlotte's tongue slip out and run along her own.
She closed her eyes as her lips descended the last tiny distance until she felt hers connect with Charlotte's.
Grinning into the kiss when she felt Charlotte's hand move to the back of her head and sliding into her hair as she began to actively respond.
Just when Charlotte's tongue had been asking permission to enter the fray her phone began to ring loudly. The familiar tones of a video Skype call blaring through the cabin.
Both women breaking apart in irritation at the interruption. Their fast, shallow breaths the only other sound in the cabin.
"You can always ignore it." Rebecca suggested. Letting her fingers trail down the blonde's powerful arm. Following the chain of muscles down till she boldly grabbed a hold of Charlotte's hand. Pulling the appendage up to her mouth and pressing a series of tiny kisses to the back of her supple hand.
Charlotte was sorely tempted but figured she should at least see what was important enough that someone would bother trying to get in touch with her while she was flying, "Wish I could, but I have to check."
Rebecca playfully pouted but understood how much the blonde must be juggling right now and rolled off of her. Flopping back down on the comfortable mattress and letting Charlotte out from underneath her.
She didn't expect it but was pleasantly surprised when Charlotte pressed a quick kiss onto the side of her mouth before she sat up and reached over for her phone.
As the blonde answered the call Rebecca couldn't help but wonder what would happen after the flight was over. She quickly pushed that thought away, not wanting to focus on the future when the here and now was so much better.