Maybe, Is better than never at all
Mickie's eyes widened instantly as she spotted the blonde standing there infront of herself at the door. Mickie stepped back a bit as the sun kissed her skin. It was bright outside. She watched her step closer and closer. "I..I'm glad you came back." Mickie whispered, that same bright smile graced her face, the same way it always did everytime Trish came into a room where she was, 'cept this time, she was in Mickie's house. Sure, she adored that Trish came, she just didn't know exactly why she had came. She swallowed hard as Trish's hands came to rest around her waist. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Trish asked, that trademark smile pulling at her lips. All Mickie could do was nod, sure that wasn't all she ever wanted but it sure as hell would do for now. Trish angled her head as she slid her hands under Mickie's shirt, tracing circles against her stomach as she captured her lips. Mickie's heart rate increased drastically as she kissed her back, feeling Trish's body pressed up against hers. Trish broke the kiss, sliding Mickie's shirt off over her head, wrapping her arms around Mickie carefully as she backed her up against the cabinet in the kitchen, lifting her up and setting her on the counter top. She grabbed Mickie's legs, wrapping them around her waist as she fumbled with the clasp on the front of Mickie's black bra, undoing it as she threw it to the floor, moving her hands slowly up Mickie's stomach as she finally gropped her perky breasts, squeezing them hard. Mickie's breath hitched in her throat as she closed her eyes. How many nights had she dreamed of this exact thing happening, way too many to even try to count. She felt Trish's lips pressing against her neck, then her left hand moving down and tracing a straight line from Mickie's kneecap, to the inside of her thigh. She bit her lip, looking down at her fellow diva's hand as she felt her fingertips pulling at the hem of her panties. Finally, She thought as she watched Trish look at her. Mickie's eyes popped wide open as she panted, wiping the sweat that was beading on her chest off as she sat up, turning on the lamp. She brushed her hair back and held her hand there for awhile. "Seriously?" She grunted. It hadn't even been two whole days since Trish had signed back with the WWE, Smackdown brand. The first moment she heard Trish's giggle and sigh, back in the ring when she was getting double teamed by Laycool, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. She closed her eyes as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, remembering Trish running down that ramp and sliding into the ring, taking out Layla first then being nice and slow when she beat the hell out of Michelle. She smirked as she looked over at Mickie, then rolled out the ring and left. How come she had to come back? Not that Mickie wasn't happy of course. She just still was fighting to get rid of those feelings that she had for Trish, just when they had gotten a little easier to deal with, she had to come back. Of course she didn't feel the same for Mickie like Mickie felt for her, or well..so Mickie thought anyways. She picked up her phone as Trish's giggle and sigh played, hesitating as she answered, "Hello?" She asked, holding her breath. "Hey Mickie! Uhmm I was wondering if you maybe wanted to stop by my house for dinner? I was going to invite the other divas, but they all had plans so I thought I'd call and ask you. Turns out I still had your number in my cell phone." Trish said. GREAT, so now I'm a backup plan for her. Mickie thought, nodding a bit. "Sure Trish, I'd love to come over." She replied. "Great, I'll be there at like 5:30, dress up nice." She stated. Mickie smiled as she bit her lip. "I will Trish." She spoke. "And uhmm Hey Mickie?" Trish started. "Yeah, Trish?" she whispered. "Uhh nevermind. See you later. Bye." Trish hesitated as she sat there on her couch. "Bye." Mickie whispered, hanging up the phone. It seemed to take 5:30 forever to get here. She swallowed hard as she heard a knock on the door. She fixed her black dress a bit as she walked to the door, opening it and smiling as her eyes fell over the blonde diva. "Hey Trish." She smirked, Trish leaned over, hugging Mickie with one arm, before hesitating a bit and wrapping her other arm around the brunette. Mickie's eyes widened a bit as she wrapped her arms back around Trish. What Trish didn't know is that Mickie texted Victoria to see what plans she had that night, she said none. Then she asked why didn't she go to Trish's then, she said Trish didn't call any of the divas. Mickie's heart ached, Trish lied to her..not to just lie, but to get Mickie to feel bad and go. Trish wanted to be alone wtih Mickie, that made Mickie's stomach feel with warm. fuzzy feelings, she still had them as she stood here with Trish in her arms. Trish let go, brushing some of her hair behind her ears as she blushed a bit, looking down. "We should get going." She took Mickie's hand as they walked out the door. And thus begun the first step in what would be something Mickie could have never ever begun to ask for Trish to do.