Ink over the misty rain, warmth of the sun above.
A jade shimmer beneath Christina, leaning over the reptile's enclosure, adding to humidity with water, keeping the temperature maintained with the heat lamp.
Kitten was reminiscing and it made them both miserable.
' Kitty.' Christina finished up with the iguana habitat, peeked in at the scorpion. ' She's still causing you pain.'
' It's torture for me that she chose men instead of being with me.' Kaitlyn glanced at her now all one shade of brown hair, her skirt suit and she felt sloppy, disgusting, a girl who wasn't attractive, plain, nobody to notice or be drawn to. ' We had a bond...for so long, since childhood, our early school years and she ruined it.'
' You were Luigi to her Mario, she stole your heart, the spotlight and the fans love while you, the superior girl, kindly let her.'
' I still love her, that's the worst, that humiliation for me. I care and she'd rather crawl on-'
' Stinky stupid BOYS.' Christina said with a laugh from her black lips and a scowl under the violet bruise colored eye makeup. ' Those inferior things, they have cooties.'
Kaitlyn smiled from the relief and comfort. Her one lady in life that understood her and loved her, more than April, had a towering blue green Mohawk, the same color of the iguana's scaly soft skin, a tough persona and a collection of scary pets.
Christina glowed at the pastel mint pink smile, she gleamed, her girl, HER girl, with the fancy pet boutique and the cute fierce little body and the favorite outfit of tank and yoga pants, lounging on lazy days, in bed having laughing fits over cartoons and food fights with breakfast pastries.
Her firefly glow, rainbow beauty, star light in the dark eclipse of her weird world.
Her Kitten, the precious doll that April had foolishly thrown away so she could be a whore to most of the WWE male roster, if not all of them.
Christina thought about the attire she had diy created, cool white lace corset top and wet look black latex leggings, long shredded safety pinned veil to go with, over the knee black boots with pointed heels and dozens of buckles, white lacy arm- warmers, packed all in a box, taped shut while she waited for the two most important, wonderful words.
Words she'd probably never hear from her pretty Kitten, not while she was still mopey over Princess Skipping Slut.
'Hey!'
' What?'
' Let's go garbage shopping.'
Kaitlyn's face, a pretzel knot revealing mixed emotions, she wasn't snobby high class but she wasn't much for dumpster diving either.
' Or we could stay here and do what you'd enjoy .' Christina noticed the dismay in her beloved's lovely eyes.
' You let me decide every day, each week. It's your time and really I don't mind.'
' You're repulsed by it.'
' Other peoples clothing? Yeah, sure but it doesn't bother me enough to Droz so I'll go. Spending time with you is fascinating anyway. I feel like a sociologist, maybe, a scientist studying your life.'
' Thanks, Kitten. But it's OUR life, together, if you want me, if you aren't bothered by owning the heart and body of this here punker babe.'
The smile, unspeakably breathtaking spread over the pretty lips, the wishing star of Christina's soul.
' Our life, yeah. I'll not forgot your love for me, my former roller derby gal.'
Gal. Glorious nickname from punk rock's yee-hah! cowgirly-girl Texas love.
Twenty dollars spent and two antique style bird cages later that Kaitlyn thought would look great as shop decor, plus the pile of old tees and long socks Christina would rip, resew and turn into... something unique and mosh pit cute, if there could be such a thing.
Her mohawked beauty squinted and smirked at the pale blue watermelon shape popping up from the burrow of quarter bin clothing, feet boot clad, legs long, tough and scarred.
Christina swatted that jeans clad backside, giving Kaitlyn great excuse to glare and have her heart shatter and drown, as it had before, thanks to April and her talent for being passed around the guys locker rooms.
' You said-' Kaitlyn began, paused, eyebrows raised when a terrific trouble maker grin sun rose from the pile, grin wide on a rough and tumble, fuck, fight and fun loving face.
' Mox!' Christina beamed, embracing around her armload of torn cloth. ' You bitch, how ARE you!'
' Not drunk for exactly five minutes. Give me time.'
' That's ALL I'll give you.'
' Aww, no more?' Dean faked his perfected pout, one mastered anytime he needed to talk Seth and Romes into doing things that possibly were illegal. ' My ' breast ' friend is rejecting me.'
Kaitlyn scowled although she felt a tickle twitch of laughter bubbling up.
' Ah ha, the rodeo doll! Hey, how are ya? Eerie, you pick the BEST babes, always have.' Dean kept grinning, shook Kaitlyn's hand until her arm jiggled. ' Nice to meet you, once more. You got a good one, only one who can out drink me and remain standing, plus the added bonus of getting more women than I can.'
Kaitlyn smirked, wanting to brag about her girl but was still dazed from confusion.
' THAT we'll discuss another time.' Christina scolded, smiling, laughter caught on her piercing.
Kaitlyn didn't stare, thoughts blurry, held on to her new old cages, thinking about repainting them.
She had a heart full of gratitude, glad her woman hadn't given a second glance to any man, not even one that apparently was her friend.
' Thought you didn't dig guys.'
' When they got me off the streets and saved my life, I can't help but to like them. Him. '
' Then he's my friend too.' Kaitlyn proclaimed.
' Hey if he isn't, I always am.' Christina replied and nothing ever fit together as grand as their fingers crossed together, lines on their palms touching.
Preparing for battle usually didn't require the use of so much shampoo.
He brushed his hair roughly, from anger, jealousy, heart break and plenty of sexual tension.
His hair color was as firey as his temper, his outfit was chosen specifically for this mission, to seduce.
To get back what had been stolen from him, WHO had been, to find out if there was any spark left, to not fail chemistry this time.
Time to make others suffer, get a taste of what he'd been through, for one man in particular to taste something more.
War attire made him feel indestructibly attractive, mens tank top white and form fitting, some wet t-shirt action in front to make things more interesting, the faded to almost white denim jeans baggy but not sagging, cool tears in the knees, the insides of both legs, a tiny nearly unseen patch on his rump, his flesh revealed beneath the hole.
One sweet kiss and smile for the picture on his phone.
' I hope you don't get angry at me for doing this, hope you understand.'
Not a kiss for Jinder in the snap shot but a huge happy grin that matched with the one he had for Drew.
Bleached rust hued hair pulled into a small bump knot of a pony tail, the tiny knot HE liked, gave him easier access to the ticklish spots on the back of the freckled neck, not too much cologne spritzed on, top and bottoms, shoes and socks, no underwear.
Going without drawers on, that was one of Justin's erotic tricks he'd mastered during the Nexus nights, steamy amazing Nexus nights, burned scalding hotter still during the Corre ones.
Something Axel had unknowingly taught him, a twist on regular fishing.
Use the correct bait, the most delicious, desired, couldn't be refused bait and you could reel in the big catch.
He was going fishing for his own prize to hook and drag out of the waters of Cody and back into his own admiring arms.
If the net was strong enough, those Nexus and the Corre's nights would be relived, between his legs.
There was fight or flight and then there was another ' F ' word.
And flight was the only one he WASN'T going to do.
Purr for his ears and leopard spots twining about his feet.
' Careful of the lake.' Wade warned Carrot and the Cat-Barrett that was his Bengal merrily purred her reply.
' If you get drenched, it's no fault of mine.' Wade shrugged, casting the line out over the water, difficulty and an annoyance with the use of only one good arm.
Lousy Swagger, broke his dreams along with his song lyric arm, that arm that wasn't trustworthy when it came to staying out of harm's way.
Now he'd sit out most of what was left of the year while some other man, unworthy, robbed him of the briefcase that should've been his.
Rotten luck, horrid Swagger.
Carrot purred a greeting, as friendly a girl as he was introverted and grouchy a man.
The amount of orange increased.
It wasn't all Bengal feline fur but a shade that he knew the scent of, had slept smiling with strands in his mouth, had blanketed his satisfied exhausted torso several Corre nights, leaving Justin to fume and have envious Were tantrums.
' Catch anything?'
' Not yet.' A line of sweat had formed that he could blame on Florida humidity.
Their bodies were touching and the smile was mesmerizing.
The line snapped, causing Wade to fall back, grumbling and cursing. There went a quality hook.
' No sweat!' The git called before plunging into the wet. NO sweat?! Ridiculous ginger was incorrect as usual, typical with that tiny mind. There was LOTS of sweating and most of it was Wade's.
The soaked top was compelling, little buds showing through made his tongue dry, stuck to his teeth, faint feeling and almost swimming in salt water from his pores.
' Now you'll have to change into dry clothing.'
' Yeah.'
A drowned top slapped him in the face, soggy smack of a noise, plotting smile closer to his astounded face.
His arm barely ached when the smile was there to cure his pain, nude chest against his damp shirt.
Mouth close to his lips moving to the music of Carrot's rumbling purrs.
' The jeans come off once you invite me inside your home.'
' You...you do have dry clothing?' Wade stumbled and stammered, ashamed and aroused , compelled and flabbergasted. He had been led into the maze of this game. He was not the man in charge this time and he appreciated it.
' Yeah. I packed a bag.'
' A bag?' More humilating foolish speak from his normally intelligent lips.
' It's Saturday.' Heath rose up for another kiss on the dock, happy cat perched on his shoulders. ' I'm keeping you for myself until next week.'