Despite what some may think, Becky was a religious woman. Her closest friends and family knew that, but her alternative lifestyle seemed to contradict that. Even still, with her lovely girlfriend buttoning an all-black dress shirt, Becky made sure her Sunday best was the best it could be for morning mass.
"Ready?" Becky asked her lover, smoothing some of the wrinkles out of her dress with her hands.
Sonya grinned. "You should wear a dress more often. You look... fucking dead sexy, baby."
"Oh yeah?" Becky cooed, exchanging a light kiss with Sonya.
A light knock came at the door. Becky left her room to answer the door while Sonya continued getting ready. The feeling in the room had been high thanks to the excitement and incoming good feeling church service brought. Becky was high on serotonin and joy, so to say she was shocked when Big Boss Man, campus security Ray Traylor stood on the other side of the door when Becky answered would be an understatement.
"Oh, hello sir," Becky greeted the intimidating security officer. "What can I help you with?"
"Well, Miss Lynch, I'm actually looking for your roommate," Officer Traylor said. "Is Sonya Deville in the dorm? We have a report against her from Student Affairs."
"What's going on?" Sonya asked, stepping into view.
"Student Affairs is looking for you?" Becky asked. As she looked back at Sonya, it was painfully obvious that she was hiding something. The guilty look on Sonya's face was so telling, it didn't have to take Sherlock Holmes to figure out something was wrong.
"W-why?" Asked Sonya with wavering words.
Officer Traylor spoke up. "I'm just here to make sure Sonya doesn't leave this room. The police are on their way to ask her some questions."
"The police?" Becky and Sonya repeated. Becky spoke calmly, but Sonya sounded nervous.
Becky again looked to her girlfriend. It was painfully obvious that Sonya was playing it cool, but it didn't get past Becky. The Irishwoman took her girlfriend by the hand and brought her into their bedroom. Becky assured Officer Traylor that they weren't going anywhere, and closed the door.
"What is going on?" Becky demanded, throwing her arms down angrily.
"I..." Sonya stuttered, shrugging her shoulders. "I, uh... may have done something dumb."
"Like what?" Becky fired back.
Sonya rubbed her bandaged hand. Becky noticed, then stared hard into her girl's eyes.
"I took care of our Charlotte problem," Sonya said with a dry chuckle.
"What Charlotte problem?" Becky spat.
"She wouldn't stop getting between us, but I made sure she'd stop now!" Sonya said, her tone chillingly upbeat. "Isn't that great? Now it can just be you and me. Right, baby?"
Becky felt numb. To what extent this 'problem' was handled, but she prayed it was nothing more than a few bruises. Even then, what kind of animal would resort to violence to get a point across? Clearly, Sonya wasn't right in the head... and Becky should've seen that a long time ago.
"Everyone was right about you..." Becky muttered.
Sonya chuckled. "Ok, now you're starting to sound insane..." She grasped Becky's wrist. "Take that back, Bex... take it back."
The grip tightened around Becky's arm. She panicked and shoved Sonya back. Deville released her hold, but not before hardening her stare and staring into Becky's soul. Without another thought, Becky hightailed it out of the room. She brushed past Officer Traylor and fled the apartment. Sonya attempted to follow, but the campus' security officer stopped her from leaving, reminding her that proper authorities were on the way.
Becky, with tears in her eyes, hurried from the apartment building.
A lot of things so far in his second year at SU didn't make sense to Seth Rollins. Up until now, it just seemed like everything was a constant revolving door of disappointment or mind-fucking confusion that he was sure didn't make sense to the most powerful brains in the world. All things considered, the one thing that made sense to him, was the joy he felt around Toni Storm. Her smile, that infectious laugh, her take-no-shit attitude... ok, and her unbelievable ass too. With all the drama already this far, he was relieved at least something made sense.
Seth's eyes refused to cooperate with him that morning. He was out late drinking with the football team again and he could've sworn he promised himself to take it easy for once so he could enjoy some more alone time with his lone female teammate. That didn't happen, obviously, or he would remember why he was naked, lying in his bed, and only had one sock on.
"I should look into AA," Seth thought to himself, but quickly laughed that ridiculous idea off with a snicker.
Toni was still asleep. Her light snoring and heavy breathing was something of unearthly beauty, even with her bleach blonde locks strewn every which way and a thin line of drool running down her cheek. Seth recalled having a few bottles of Gatorade in his fridge. Though not as healing as Dean's hangover cure, he knew a cool refreshing sports juice would hit the spot and Toni would more than likely appreciate one too.
Seth lifted one leg out of bed. He attempted to swing the other out from under the sheets, but a stern arm draped over his chest and halted him from escape.
"Where you goin'?" Toni muttered, trying to see through her hair.
Seth parted a pathway through Toni's tangled hair, then kissed her lips. She moaned lightly, scratching her fingernails over Seth's midsection.
"Getting some juice," Seth told, pulling Toni into his chest. "I was going to let you sleep in. You were drinking like a fucking monster last night."
"Yeah, mate. I won us the fuckin' game yesterday," Toni cheered, then fell back and held her head.
Seth chuckled. "You sure did. My two receiving touchdowns did nothing to help you get there though, right?"
"The only thing they did was get me in yer bed, mate," Toni shot back.
"And you sound so disappointed," said Seth with a sarcastic quip.
Toni scratched her head. "First time I've cummed in ages..." she sat up, brushing her hair back and tying it into a messy ponytail. "...wudn't half-bad. Definitely had worse, yeah?"
"Yeah, me too," Seth muttered. He thought that their hook-up, or 'hook-ups' in this case, meant that Toni would be into a more exclusive type deal. But her casual attitude towards things made Seth think she wasn't looking for that.
Toni sighed and nudged Seth with her knee. "Wanna get some breakfast then? Can't go near that one Vega's place, so I reckon Nitro's should be good."
"What about after?" Seth questioned.
"I kick yer arse at Madden?" Toni suggested with a weak grin.
Seth chuckled. "Thought you'd get sick of me and tell me to fuck off by now."
"Nah, mate. Don't sell yerself short," Toni said. "Yer good. A little rough around the edges, but we all are like that. Besides, normal is boring. You are not normal."
"So..." Seth trailed off, looking for some kind of further explanation.
Toni smirked. "Fine. I'll be yer girlfriend since yer so demanding from me."
"Oh shut up," Seth snickered, leaning up to kiss his lover. "You can't get enough of me and you know it."
"Aye, but still not a word to anyone," Toni reminded, pointing a stern finger in Seth's face. "I don't need football taken from me."
Seth shook his head. "No way. I won't tell a soul."
"Good." With that, Toni kicked the covers off and rolled out of bed.
Seth admired his teammate's naked body, feeling certain parts of himself twitch to life. Toni slid on her panties and stole Seth's shirt from the night prior. Seth mustered up the strength to get out of bed, slid on a pair of gym shorts, then follow Toni out into the kitchen.
Of all the frustrating things in Dean's life, having a carrying, overprotective fiance may have not been the worst thing going on.
That morning, Dean tried to get out of bed to prepare breakfast. A sudden "NO!" and a pair of tiny arms pulling him back in bed told him that he wasn't going anywhere. Alexa reminded Dean of the doctor's orders not to walk as much as possible to ensure everything was as ready as possible going into his surgery. Dean tried to play it off, but Alexa wasn't taking no for an answer. The tiny brunette forced her future husband back into bed and left to prepare breakfast instead. Dean found the gesture totally unnecessary, but he sorta did like Alexa bringing him breakfast in bed and rubbing his knee. Of course, Alexa fulfilled her promise of keeping Dean's mind stimulated by letting her hands inside his shorts after he polished off his food.
Now, Dean tried to navigate out of his bedroom with the use of crutches. Wearing the brace above his church pants was a big enough pain, but Alexa wasn't having it when Dean insisted he didn't need the crutches too.
"I think I can walk a little without them, babe," Dean said for, maybe, the millionth time since he woke up.
"And I think Dr. Richards knows what he's talking about when it comes to sports injuries, Dean," replied Alexa, who clearly wasn't letting Dean have his way.
Dean sighed heavily, even a little overdramatically. "Fine. But only because Nurse Alexa paid a visit this morning."
Alexa cracked a naughty grin. "If you can go the whole day without fighting me about your crutches, maybe Nurse Alexa gives you an 'oral exam' when we get home after church."
"Maybe this ACL thing isn't the end of the world," Dean joked. "Still can't believe you called my freaking mom."
"Well she was worried about you when you got carted off the field during the game," Alexa said.
Dean hobbled into the hallway. Alexa locked the door behind them, then turned to lead the way to the elevator. She was in mid-thought, talking about the game the day before when she glanced up without another thought. Her mind was so focused on reminding Dean not to walk on his injured limb that she almost didn't process the smiling dark-haired half-Cuban woman stepping off the lift onto their floor.
"AJ?!" Alexa screamed, taking off down the hallway. The equally tiny best friends nearly tackled each other with a hug, giggling and crying and swapping greetings.
Dean watched on, finding the sight both amusing and heartwarming at the same time. AJ and Alexa, still in tears and giggles, returned back to Dean. AJ looked Dean up and down with a cocked eyebrow, eyeing his crutches, then shrugged and hugged him as well.
"I didn't know you were coming back this week," Dean commented.
AJ shrugged. "Yeah, I forgot to tell you guys. It was either this week or another six weeks, and I can only hear the same stories so many times before I wanna..." AJ made a gun with her fingers and pretended to shoot herself in the head.
"Do you wanna come to church with us?" Alexa asked, her bright smile never faltering for a second.
"Do you mind if I take a nap actually?" AJ asked. "It was a long train ride and the guy across the aisle from me kept telling me I had pretty feet, so I'm super fucking tired."
Alexa nodded. "Yeah, of course. We'll go out for some lunch when we get back. God, it's so good to see you, AJ."
AJ smirked. "It's good to be back. I missed you. You too, Dean. I'll see you guys in a bit."
Dean and Alexa exchanged one more quick hug with AJ, before parting down the hall and getting on the elevator. AJ made herself comfortable, kicking off her shoes and plopping down on the couch.
"I am a changed woman, but old habits sure do die hard," AJ told herself, turning on women's tennis, licking the tips of her fingers, and sliding her hand down the front of her pants.
Charlotte's injuries weren't severe enough to warrant an overnight stay in the hospital. They did, however, require a few stitches over her eye, which burned like Hell and itched whenever she tried changing her bandages. Like she feared, and the ER doctor predicted, a black half-ring started to form on the outside of her left eye. Charlotte was beyond angry and half a mind to sprint over to Race Hall and take Sonya down guns blazing, but Charlotte knew the second round of ass-kickings would only benefit the woman who attacked her and result in more, possibly worse injuries.
Revenge was sweet, but cheap whiskey was sweeter. Charlotte wondered if she should shell some extra cash for stronger, smoother alcohol, but thanks to her credit account being frozen she decided to save some money just in case she felt like eating this month.
She wasn't drunk... well, not yet anyway. Charlotte kept the drinking steady, just consuming enough to soothe the light stinging above her eye. Her doctor did prescribe some painkillers for the stitches, but Charlotte was never one to trust pills, always thinking most of them were placebos that didn't really work.
"Jack Daniels is a better painkiller than any of that pharmaceutical bullshit anyway," Charlotte hissed bitterly, sipping at a glass of diet lemon-lime soda mixed with her alcohol of choice; It was sour and sweet just enough to help forget how much her eyebrow itched.
KNOCK KNOCK
"I'm not home!" Charlotte yelled out, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She didn't know why she was suddenly getting so many visitors in recent weeks, but right now was the worst time for someone to intrude on her self-wallowing.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"I'm allowed to have alcohol on this floor, ok? I'm twenty-one, fuck off!" Charlotte hollered. She rolled her eyes and sipped again. She managed a chuckle when no answer came.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Fuck! Fine! It's open!" Charlotte yelled out. At this point, if it was Sonya coming back to rear her ugly head and beat Charlotte into hamburger, she was willing to accept that if it would mean the pesky knocking would cease.
The front door slowly swung open. Charlotte swallowed a few sips of her cocktail, chasing a little more intoxication to numb her senses before taking a roundhouse kick to the temple. Only that didn't happen. No violence commenced and no horrible insults were thrown in her direction. In fact, Sonya wasn't the person calling for Charlotte's attention.
An apologetic soft expression greeted Charlotte behind baby brown eyes. The girl's hair was firey like her spirit, but the gentle way she carried herself in the moment was anything but.
"Hey." Becky simply stated, her sheepish eyes scanning the room before she shut the door behind her.
Charlotte sighed. "Look, Bex... I don't want to argue with you. I'm sorry I told Boss Man about Sonya attacking me, but I didn't know what else to do. So if you're here to kick my ass or chew me out, just save it, ok? I don't have the energy to scream at you right now."
Becky stayed silent. Charlotte tried reading her ex-friend's thoughts by searching her flawless features for any hint as to why she was here. Maybe it was to fight. In that case, Charlotte needed more booze. If she was here to talk, she probably would've done that by now. Then again, Charlotte knew Becky had very little, if not absolute zero, patience with her anymore. The months of leading her along and pulling her in different directions would've worn down any normal person long before this moment.
"Ok," said Becky with a light shrug.
"Ok?" Charlotte echoed with some confusion. Becky's casual attitude in this situation was strange but oddly refreshing. Charlotte spoke again. "Why are you here then?" She asked, making eye contact with the shorter woman.
"Wanted ta see how you were doin'," Becky admitted, walking closer. "Sonya told me what happened."
Charlotte nodded. "Right. I tried tellin' you your girlfriend was a psycho," she chuckled lightly, trying to play off her nerves with a joke.
"Aye. Maybe I should've been listenin'," Becky replied.
Charlotte said, "Maybe you should've."
Becky reached up. Her fingers gently traced the bandage over Charlotte's right eye. Flair winced, but the mild discomfort quickly retreated. Becky held her hand against the side of Charlotte's face, holding her friend's face in one spot while each girl traded a silent stare.
Then Becky took a chance that she'd later never regret. She tilted her face forward and softly brought her lips to Charlotte's. Charlotte expected Becky to pull away or even shove her after the kiss, but her mind went blank of what came next when Lynch's sweet tongue passed her lips and lightly flicked the inside of her cheek.
A moment too soon and the kiss broke apart. Charlotte chuckled and dropped her head. The smile that came over Becky's face could've powered a small city.
"Did... did you..." Charlotte sputtered, trying to regain her composure.
"Aye," Becky answered the question Charlotte hadn't asked, but apparently it got through.
Charlotte swallowed the lump in the back of her throat. Becky peeled off her leather jacket and hung it over the back of the sofa. Charlotte's hands gripped Becky's toned biceps, giving each a squeeze.
Both girls knew where this was going; It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Charlotte knew that Becky was stubborn, and Becky knew Charlotte was too prideful to ever speak her true feelings unless under pressure. That's why each girl kept silent, locked eyes, and gradually made their way to Charlotte's bedroom.
Charlotte had barely been on her back for more than two seconds before Becky was crawling over her and reconnecting their lips with more heated, passionate smooches. Charlotte's core heated at the feeling of Becky forcing her to lie fully on her back with a gentle push. Becky pulled at Charlotte's bottom lip with her teeth, a small gesture she quickly learned was a huge turn-on for Charlotte.
The skin on Charlotte's arms covered in goosebumps when Becky's hands slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts. A light moan escaped Flair's lips, which prompted Becky to pull the garment over her shoulders and toss it across the room. Now it was clear this was happening. Charlotte told herself, as Becky was fiddling with the snap on her bra, that this was going to happen no matter how afraid she felt. Charlotte felt safe, felt loved and desired, and, most important of all, she felt like she finally had her friend back. Weeks of back and forth and "will they, won't they" bullshit was over from the looks of it.
The rush of air over Charlotte's chest when her bra joined her shirt made her nipples stiff. Becky chuckled into the kiss, then switched her lips to each erect bud. Charlotte closed her eyes, just enjoying the worship her body received. She scratched her fingers through Becky's orange locks, but that was the most work she was going to do at the moment.
Becky took time to kiss each ab in Charlotte's abdomen. Finally, Lynch sat back on her feet and gripped the waistband of Charlotte's leggings. In one quick motion, she was bare naked to the world and the rest of her clothes were haphazardly strewn across the room.
"Are you ok?" Asked Becky, tracing her fingertips along the muscle indents on Charlotte's thighs.
Charlotte smiled. She was, truthfully, perfectly more than ok with what was about to happen. It worried her about what this experience may mean for her personally, but she wasn't going to run away from her feelings anymore. Charlotte was in love with Becky, and she wasn't going to deny that anymore.
"Please, baby?" Charlotte cooed, biting her bottom lip.
Becky tutted her tongue, then nodded her head. One more tongue-laden kiss on the lips, and Becky began a trail of kisses down Charlotte's center, ending at her pelvis. As Becky licked her lips, she expected Charlotte to tell her to stop or freak out again like she had the last few times they were together. But Charlotte didn't move a muscle. The stunning blonde only looked on with curious eyes and a crooked smirk. Becky fluttered one eye shut in an act of seduction and finally, for the first time, bowed her head between Charlotte's legs.
"Ohhhhh my god!" Charlotte exclaimed, her back arching off the bed.
Becky couldn't help it. She burst into a fit of giggles. She covered her mouth with one hand to try and stop it, but she couldn't help herself.
"Shut up," Charlotte snapped with a breathy sigh.
"Hey," Becky kissed Charlotte's lips. "It's ok. I love you, Char."
Charlotte nodded her head and Becky dropped her head again.
The next few moments were silent, except for Charlotte's heavy breathing and occasional high-pitched moan. At the moment, while Becky was showing her what she'd been missing, Charlotte wondered why the hell it took her this long to let Becky do this. It really mesmerized her how Becky knew what to do with every little movement she made. Everything she did, each flick of her tongue, each kiss, served a purpose and made Charlotte's heart thud against her ribcage.
Charlotte forced a pillow over her face. "Fmmmk!" She screamed out against the fabric.
Becky watched on, amused by the sight. Sexy and silly, the two things about Charlotte that Becky loved dearly.
Charlotte suddenly grabbed a handful of Becky's hair and pulled tightly. Becky yelled out, a little annoyed, but she kept going through the pain. Charlotte's thighs pressed together with one final scream and a wave of fire washed over her body.
Gradually, Charlotte's breathing evened out and her grip on Becky's scalp loosened. Becky sat back on her feet, wiping the thin layer of cum from her bottom lip with her cum. Charlotte pushed the pillow from her face to make breathing easier. Becky didn't need to ask to know that Charlotte was coming down from the best high she'd ever gotten, no bragging intended.
Becky stayed at Charlotte's feet. Flair blinked, realizing her eyes had been closed this whole time. She glanced at her friend, who was staring back with a proud smirk.
Charlotte held out her arms, silently begging to be held. Becky obliged, quickly crawling toward her lover and embracing her.
Becky exchanged another sloppy kiss with Charlotte, then pulled her close. For maybe the first time that semester, Becky felt content with the woman in her arms. She smiled, then pressed her lips to the top of Charlotte's blonde head of hair.
