Full title: Secret nights become secret lives, with tight lips and tighter thighs.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my peverse mind
Authors notes: Spawned from seeing alot of pics of them together, other then tht it kind of just happend. So without further delay here it is, reah and review.

Chapter 1, "What am I doing here?"

Torrie didn't know what she was doing there and she sure as hell didn't know why that when Trish Stratus invited her up to her hotel room she slurred the word "yes".

The fabric on her skin felt as heavy as lead, tugging at the neckline of her t-shirt she tried to remember when it got so damn hot. Due to the fact that she was standing in the lonely hallway there wasn't a mirror for the Boise native to look in to check but she assumed her cheeks were flushed pink, all the blood rushing to her face in the drunken heat.

For some unknown reason her hand made contact with the door, she was knocking when the feeling in the pit of her stomach was telling her to turn and run. Something had to be drawing her there, there had to be a logical reason as to why she couldn't bring herself to leave.

Trish slowly opened the door and Torrie was stunned to see her standing there in nothing but a bra and underwear. She obviously noticed that she was shocked as her face drew upward in a grin. "I knew you'd come." She said, and moved aside as a signal for the former nitro girl to enter.

Her feet felt like they were glued to the floor, she was unable to bring herself to following her, yet longing to do so. "Well are you coming?" Trish asked peeking her head back out the door; forcing the other blondes legs to move as the Canadian lead her inside.

Shedding her coat, Torrie couldn't help but think about how she dragged out the last word, hanging on it with utmost importance. "Can I get you something to drink?" The woman's champion asked, resulting in Torrie shaking her head no. She had yet to speak a word to the Canadian since she got there, she didn't know what to say, the whole scene felt awkward and she didn't know why.

Taking the other woman's hand Trish guided Torrie to take a seat on the bed, but even when she did the Toronto native refused to let go. Using her free hand she reached up to brush Torrie's hair from her eyes, "Such a pretty girl." She breathed, her lips dangerously close to the girl's ear.

The Boise bell swallowed hard, regretting her decision to stay here, and silently wishing she was back at the bar drinking herself into even a deeper stupor. Suddenly she felt Trish's hot mouth on her jaw line, she jerked away and shoved the woman off her, "What are you doing?" She asked, wiping the small amount of saliva off her face.

Trish's eyebrows lowered, "Um…kissing you? What did you think I asked you up here for, to play scrabble?"

She quickly scrambled to her feet, distancing herself from the moment, "I don't know what I came here for." Torrie blurted, shielding herself by momentarily folding her arms over her chest, "But I should go."

The Canadian stopped her from moving by grabbing her wrist, "Stay," She pleaded, using her warm brown eyes against Torrie's glossy blue ones, "Please?"

For reasons unknown to either blonde she sat back down on the bed, "That's better." Trish told her, this time skipping over her jaw to place her mouth on Torrie's.

The Boise native could feel Trish's tongue gently circling her own and it oddly felt…kind of nice? Torrie didn't know what she was feeling, and the heat radiating from between her thighs was even more confusing. It was then that she felt Trish's hand move to the warmth, gently rubbing her most intimate area through the fabric of underwear. She had been so involved in the sensation of Trish's mouth on her own she didn't even notice her hand move under her skirt. It took all her power to stifle the moan rising in throat; it just felt so fucking good. The pleasure made her want to let go of all her inhibitions, rip off her thong and find out what Trish's fingers on her bare flesh would feel like.

Instead she slapped the champions hand away, "Stop," She commanded, "I'm straight." Torrie told her, but at the moment she wasn't sure who she was trying to convince…Trish or herself.

"Torrie, your drunk but your not that drunk…" Trish began, "If you're so straight then why were you kissing me?"

She nervously bit her bottom lip, "I don't know."

"Confusion is the first sign," The Toronto native explained, "Just relax Torrie, and let me make you feel good. There's nothing wrong going on here." She said, pushing Torrie back onto the bed, which the Boise native didn't fight. Nudging the woman's legs apart and quickly shedding her underwear she lowered her mouth to Torrie's center resulting in a sharp hiss from the woman. "Really good." Trish finished, throwing away her words to let her tongue do the talking.

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