Isabelle was walking down the halls of the backstage area, snapping candids like she was supposed to and just staying out of everybody's way. After being in a few different arenas, Isabelle had finally figured out that the backstage areas were pretty close to being set up the same way, and she no longer felt like she needed a wrestler she was comfortable with to make her feel confident around the wrestlers that she wasn't comfortable with. This was a huge step for her and her branching out skills, and something that made Colby ease up a bit. He started out worrying about her nonstop because she could be easily intimidated by big guys like Brock Lesnar, Mark Henry, and even Randy Orton on occasion. But when they went their separate ways and for the first time Isabelle actually looked confident when she told him that he didn't have to walk her to where she needed to go, he was oddly relaxed. Whenever he saw her while she was working she looked relaxed even with all the hustle bustle that was the backstage area during RAW.
Sometimes, when he had time to spare, he'd intentionally find her and just observe her while she worked. It was amazing to him how relaxed she was when she was taking pictures. Isabelle was a generally cautious person, and he'd never really seen her one hundred percent positive over anything, but if there was anything that she was certain of, it was her camera. He could tell that she knew it inside and out and he knew that she cherished it. Despite being a bit older, it still worked fine and the finished product had yet to disappoint management, from what he heard. Isabelle had let him toy with it on a couple occasions when they were just enjoying time together, and he knew that she had taken a couple pictures of him when they were in the car, or just sitting together when she told him she was looking through different landscape pictures she had taken.
"Colby, are you listening?" Isabelle asked with a small smile as her boyfriend snapped from his thoughts to smile at her as they walked around the arena together.
"Sorry, mama, I was thinking."
"About what?" She mumbled as she stopped to take a couple pictures of Stephen stretching. He had gotten used to her randomly stopping to take a picture and then starting to walk again. It was the routine.
"How I'm going to get time off to move your stuff into my place." That wasn't a total lie, since he did think about that often, but she didn't need to know he was thinking particularly about her. Then she'd start asking more questions and he wasn't in the mood to voice his thoughts.
"That's in June. It's April now. Let's worry about getting through April, and then May, and then June. At the soonest, the last week of May."
"I can do that. Have you told your fan club about Friday night, yet?"
"My what?"
"Nikki and Nattie, in particular. In my opinion, you've got a little fan club here."
"Who's president?"
"That would be me, of course. Nikki and Nattie would share the VP position with Jon."
"I can live with that. And no, I have not informed them of a certain card being taken from me. They wanted to hang out Saturday night but a certain somebody wanted me to stay in and let him ravish me some more." Colby chuckled at her word choice and stroked his beard, stopping with her when she lifted her camera and toggle with her zoom to take pictures of Nikki and Brie chatting before their match.
"I've got a gorgeous girlfriend. Can you blame me for wanting to keep her inside so I could thoroughly explore her beautiful body and claim her as my own in the most intimate way?" He asked with a grin and she shook her head with a smile as she leaned against a wall to look through the pictures she had taken so far that night. He placed his hand on the wall above her head and leaned, nonchalantly hovering over her. "I just wish that we didn't have a drive to make in the morning so I could do it again tonight." He whispered in her ear, grinning when she looked up into his eyes to see that familiar predatory look.
"Go take a cold shower, Colbs, 'cause it's not happening tonight even if we didn't have a drive to make in the morning."
"Why not? I would respect your decision regardless of your reason, but I can't help but wonder why."
"I'm just not feeling it tonight, osito."
"It happens. I want you to know that I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. No means no, Izzy. I'll always play by that rule when it comes to that." He spoke softly, all playfulness gone while he twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. She only nodded her confirmation that she understood, not trusting her ability to make sense at the moment with how Colby made her feel. He was such a sweet guy, and Isabelle felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be able to call him her boyfriend.
Once the main event started, Isabelle handed in her SD card and Colby took her to a spot where they could just relax and watch the action on the monitors. Of course she wasn't paying any attention to the match because she was in Colby's lap, listening to his heart beat while he played with her hair and periodically kissed the top of her head. His attention was focused on the match, but she really didn't mind because she couldn't expect his attention to be on her 24/7 and especially not while they were technically at work. She wasn't a demanding person, anyways, just a simple acknowledgement that she was there was enough for her. But, like always, the peaceful one-on-one time was interrupted by two of the Vice Presidents of the "Isabelle Fan Club".
"Izzy, girl talk time." Nikki almost demanded and Isabelle didn't miss the way Colby looked down at her. It was almost like he didn't want her to leave him, even though she wouldn't be gone long.
"Do you mind?" Nattie asked, having not missed that look on Colby's face, either.
"Not at all. Meet me at catering?" He suggested as Isabelle stood, smiling when she let out a small yawn. She'd probably fall asleep on the drive to the hotel, but Jon was driving this time so he could snuggle with her in the backseat.
"I will be there." She assured, kissing his forehead with a smile before letting Nattie and Nikki drag her away.
"So how was it?" Nikki asked and Isabelle looked up at her as they walked.
"How was what?"
"You're glowing and really attached to each other. It always happens when a couple has sex for the first time."
"Maybe Colby and I are just attached to each other?" Isabelle suggested, happily playing dumb solely because she could.
"Not like that, and you know it, Isabelle." Nattie teased as they found an empty table at catering and sat down. "So, how was it?"
"It was... Amazing." Isabelle sighed and the two older women smiled. "He was patient, gentle, and even did research beforehand so he knew the easiest ways to go about it all so he didn't hurt me too much. It didn't really hurt though." Isabelle added, thinking back on the truly wonderful experience.
"You were in missionary, huh?" Nikki asked and Isabelle nodded, faint blush on her cheeks. "You're finally a woman now, oh my God."
"I thought you were a woman when you got your period?" Nattie asked and Isabelle nodded, looking over at Nikki expectantly.
"You're not a one hundred percent woman until that cherry gets popped. You're like ninety five percent woman until you pop."
"Why do I feel like that's something you would say?" Isabelle teased and Nikki laughed.
"Because that is something only she would say." Nattie teased, playfully nudging Nikki.
