It was a sight many wrestling fans would pay to see, Becky Lynch was lying down, in her bed, with Charlotte Flair on top of her, passionately kissing the hell out of her. It was the second time this week she had been in this position. Charlotte smoothly slipped her tongue in between Becky's lips, Becky responded by digging her nails deeper and deeper into Charlotte's back.
"Becky! That hurts!" Charlotte exclaimed, breaking the kiss.
Becky used the rare opportunity to roll over onto Charlotte, switching their positions and continue kissing her.
Charlotte laughed into the kiss a bit before rolling her back to their original position, regaining control of the kiss.
Becky kept trying to fight back into control, but Charlotte was too strong, and held her down to the bed, laughing as their tongues danced. Charlotte again broke the kiss.
"What time is it!?" She asked, frantically, out of breath.
"5:45." Becky responded, slightly confused as to why Charlotte was so anxious.
"Fuck, I gotta go. I'm really sorry Becks."
"It's fine, I'll see you tomorrow or something I guess. Can I just ask where are you..."
Charlotte had already grabbed her stuff, put her shirt back on over her bra and left, closing the door behind her.
"...going." Becky said, a strong sadness over-coming her as she lie down, alone.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Charlotte said, sitting at a red-light, desperately trying to fix her messy hair.
She looked down at her phone, it read 'Sasha, 23 missed calls'
The light turned green as Charlotte hit the gas, pushing the 30 mph speed limit as far as the car in front of her would let her as she pushed the call back button.
"Hello?" Sasha asked.
"Hey Sasha." Charlotte smiled, trying too hard to sound happy.
"Uh...you said be here at 5:30, I've been at the restaurant for 20 minutes, what's going on?"
"I overslept. I realized how late I was and didn't even brush my hair. I'm on my way right now, give me like 5 more minutes."
Sasha sighed, sounding annoyed. She hung up without saying goodbye.
Charlotte hung up, feeling momentarily guilty.
"There's nothing to be guilty about. It's not like you're DATING either one of them, you're just having a good time, and deciding who you want to be in a relationship with. You're not cheating on anyone. No one's getting hurt. No one's being lied to. It's not like either of them ever ASKED you if there was someone else, cause if they did, you'd tell them. It's not like you've had sex with one of them. Just kissing. What's wrong with kissing? Actors kiss all the time. And besides. They're friends. We're all friends. We've been friends since high school. They probably know already, and..."
Charlotte stopped talking to herself once she parked her car outside of the Red Lobster. She managed to brush her hair into a slightly presentable look before leaving her car and walking in.
"Well hello sleeping beauty." Charlotte heard, as soon as she'd walked in.
She turned to a table, where she saw one of her 3 best friends, Sasha Banks, sitting, slowly putting the last piece of a cheddar bay biscuit in her mouth.
She sat across from her.
"Where are the biscuits? You know they're my favorite." Charlotte smiled.
Sasha handed her the empty biscuit tray, full of crumbs.
"You ate all 6?"
"Yeah, I ate one every five minutes since I sat down."
Charlotte looked at her phone, it was 6:03, and she had a text from Becky.
"I'm sorry, Sasha."
Becky: Where'd you run off to?
"It's okay, as long as I get to see you." Sasha said, smiling for the first time since Charlotte walked in. Meanwhile, Charlotte was typing away under the table.
Charlotte: Had a dinner with Dad, I was late lol.
"Yeah, so how's it going?"
"Meh."
"Meh?" Charlotte asked.
"Work's been kinda stressful lately to be honest."
Becky: Aww, I'm sorry. You're missing out on a lot of fun ;)
Charlotte's eyes got huge as she looked at her phone at the picture of the strap on dildo Becky had sent along with that text message.
"What's the matter?" Sasha asked.
"Nothing." Charlotte said, trying to hide her obvious flusteredness.
Charlotte: Tomorrow. Your place again.
"Why do I feel like you're lying?" Sasha questioned.
"What's wrong at work?" Charlotte asked, changing the subject. Knowing Sasha would be eager to talk about herself, that was one of her favorite pastimes.
Sasha worked at a hotel there in Orlando, recently being promoted to manager a few weeks ago along side Charlotte's OTHER best friend, Bayley.
"It's...just stressful, my shifts are getting longer and longer every day, and since Bayley is on vacation, there's not much we can do, we're going to have to hire a third manager, maybe even a fourth one."
Becky: I work tomorrow :(
Becky was a bartender at a popular bar not far outside of Orlando.
"Well, Bayley will be back in a week I'm sure. And everything will be fine. You've earned this job Sasha and you'll do great at it."
Charlotte: What are your hours, we can work around it.
"Thanks Charlotte. You always seem to know just how to cheer me up."
"It's what I do." Charlotte said, smiling brightly.
Becky: Noon to Midnight
Charlotte: I'll be over 9 AM on the dot. Get lots of sleep, you'll be needing it.
"Can I start you guys off with any appetizers?" The waitress asked. She had been to the table 4 times, waiting for Charlotte's arrival.
"Sure, we'll take the lobster dip." Charlotte said.
Sasha chuckled to herself at how Charlotte ordered for her, taking control, like she did in every situation she was in.
"We'll also take some buffalo wings." Sasha added.
"Okay. Are you guys ready to order, or do you need more time."
"Well I'VE had plenty of time to decide, I'll take the Snow Crab Legs with a baked potato and some broccoli." Sasha said, handing the menu to the waitress.
Becky: Why do you assume I'M the one that'll be needing the rest?
"Um...I want..." Charlotte began, as she finished typing her text.
Charlotte: Because I'm going to fuck you senseless until you tell me you have to go to work.
"The choose any two. And I'll take Walt's shrimp, and the New York Strip."
"You can have two sides or a side and a salad."
"I'll take a baked potato and a Caesar Salad." Charlotte smiled, handing her the menu.
Becky: What makes you think I'm going to let you?
"Oh I almost forgot, any drinks?" The waitress asked.
"Two Sprites." Charlotte smiled, again.
Sasha smiled and rolled her eyes.
Charlotte: Because I ALWAYS get what I want.
"Charlotte, there's something I want to talk about."
"Go ahead."
Becky: You're so spoiled haha, I'm not your daddy, I'm not just gonna give you whatever you want, Charlotte.
It was true, Charlotte was spoiled. She didn't even have a job. Why would she need one? Her father was WWE Hall of Famer Ric Flair. She lived in a two bedroom house with him in Orlando.
"Us."
"What about us, Sasha?"
"We've been talking for a while now, a little over four months. Don't you think you're ready for something a little more...serious?"
"Sasha I told you I'm not ready."
"I know, I know, but. The thing is. I am. And it kinda makes me feel like you have no intention on a serious relationship with me. And if you don't. I need to move on."
"I do Sasha, I really do. I just think we should keep taking it slow."
"Taking it slow? Charlotte you talk about sex 24/7." Sasha said, lowering her voice so other customers couldn't hear.
"Not taking it slow like that, Sasha."
"It seems like you want all the benefits of a real relationship but you just don't want to be IN one. I don't get it."
"Sasha I DO want to be in one. With you." Charlotte said, grabbing her hand.
"Then will you be my girlfriend?"
Charlotte's heart was beating faster than ever, all she could think about was Becky. She was nowhere near ready to make a decision. She didn't even have a preference between the two girls. She truly felt the same way about both of them.
Sasha looked at Charlotte, awaiting an answer.
"Yes. Yes I will." Charlotte said, turning off her phone.
Sasha hugged her from across the table and gave her a huge kiss.
"We can celebrate tomorrow." Sasha said, winking at Charlotte.
Charlotte smiled weakly. Half regretting what she'd just done and half relieved that Sasha wasn't moving on from her. Immediately, she how imagined Becky would be sadly looking up at her after she tells her that Sasha Banks was her girlfriend. Her first girlfriend. Just 5 months ago, she was in denial about being bisexual, now, she found herself in this mess.
After the dinner, she drove in her car alone.
"I have to tell Becky, I have to." She told herself. She turned her phone on and called her.
"Hello?" Becky asked, sounding exhausted.
"Becky? Are you okay!?"
"Yeah, I was so excited about tomorrow, I had to get myself off so I can go to sleep." Becky panted, still coming down from her orgasm. Her exhaustion combined with her thick Irish accent made it a little difficult for Charlotte to understand what she said but she had gotten used to it over the years.
"Wow." Charlotte said, imagining it in her head as she pulled in front of her own house.
"So why'd you ring me?"
"I needed to tell you... goodnight." Charlotte put her hand over her face, disappointed about not being able to tell Becky the truth of what happened about an hour ago.
"Aww. Thanks babe."
"Babe." Charlotte muttered to herself, feeling guilty as ever.
"What'd you say?" Becky asked, still panting.
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Must've heard something in the background. 9 o'clock right?"
"...yes." Charlotte sighed.
"Okay, see you then. I love you."
Charlotte's eyes got big. Sasha hadn't even told her that yet. She didn't know what to say. All she heard was Becky's heavy breathing, slowly becoming more normal on the other end.
"Hello?" Becky asked.
"Goodnight." Charlotte said hanging up and heading into the house.
Becky was lying down, looking at her phone, sadly.
"I shouldn't have said I loved you, I probably freaked the poor girl out." Becky said, upset with herself.
She began texting Charlotte.
Becky: Char, I'm sorry about that, it slipped. I know you aren't ready for a relationship. But I love you. I truly do. These past few weeks have made me realize that I want much, much more than a friendship with you. And I understand that you aren't ready for it, I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to wait for you, for you I'd wait forever. You're worth it Charlotte. I...
Becky stopped typing. She looked at her phone for a bit.
"That'll just freak her out even more." She said, sadly. She backspaced everything she had wrote, and went to bed.
