Becky wasn't happy. Not at all.
Her patience had worn thin long ago and Bayley attacking her a few weeks ago had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
Ever since she'd taken the title off Charlotte last year her life had been different. She hadn't lied at all when she said she knew there was a massive target on her back nowadays. Beating Ronda and becoming Becky 2 Belts at WrestleMania had only made it even worse.
She'd been run ragged moving back and forth between brands to defend her belt and take on multiple challengers. Becky had to be in control at all times. Not a second passed where she wasn't on high alert. Even when she was in her own hotel room after a show, she hardly relaxed.
She was sure she'd lost weight. If the continually growing amount of concealer it took to hide the bags under her eyes weren't enough to tell her to slow down, then the fact she'd fallen asleep on accident multiple times in the last few weeks sure was.
It didn't stop her though. She couldn't stop. This was her time and she'd be damned if anyone stole what was hers. She'd fall over dead before she slowed down.
Which brought her back to the present, staring over at Sasha and Bayley as they casually sat in the backstage area like they'd done nothing wrong. The brunette sitting with a calm grin on her face as Sasha sat sideways on her lap, playing with the end of Bayley's new haircut. Both looking far too happy and content for people who'd crossed her.
For a brief second Bayley caught her eye as she gently brushed Sasha's blue hair over her shoulder.
Becky wouldn't admit it but Bayley attacking her had stung worse than any of the other times she'd been betrayed over the years. She'd expected it from Sasha and had finally learned to say no to Charlotte's tempting ways after years of letting her get away with anything. She simply hadn't seen it coming from the bubbly, always happy personality.
Something in Bayley's eyes was different nowadays and Becky actually found herself breaking their brief staring contest first. A feeling in her chest that she couldn't put a finger on that sent her heart racing.
For a single moment she actually envied the two's relationship. No matter how they acted to others Bayley and Sasha always seemed so happy with each other and it was a rare moment when they weren't physically connected in some way.
She hated how much she craved that sort of connection. She hated it even more that she was jealous of them specifically.
A loud whistle captured her attention and drew her eyes back to the pair. Sasha grinning over at her with amusement and Bayley crooking one finger in a 'come here' motion that Becky found herself obeying almost instantly even if she didn't know why.
"What're yous two doin'? Wanted me to come over and see what two bitches look like?" Becky quipped.
Sasha growled and made a move to get off her partner's lap but with just a gentle hand on the shoulder from Bayley she backed down. Clearly still mad but letting the other woman deal with it.
"Now, now Becky that's no way to talk to us. Don't you want to be a good role model. What would all the kids who look up to you think?" Bayley said with a composure Becky had very rarely seen in her till recently. Even with a glare that had made men back down before, Bayley looked completely unbothered. Eyes locked onto Becky's as she deliberately lowered her hand to Sasha's thigh and rubbed tiny circles into the smooth, caramel skin there. Daring Becky to not look down.
It was only for a brief second, but during that moment her eyes had a mind of their own and she couldn't stop them from looking down. Breath noticeably hitching for a brief moment against her own accord, jolting her eyes back up away from the tantalizing sight.
Bayley smirked when Becky's eyes met her again. Raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow that Becky most definitely was not noticing. "I'm waiting Becky."
Becky wasn't sure exactly what it was about this new Bayley that her on edge, but for the first time in a long time she was caught off guard. The other wrestler had an aura about her that made her feel uncomfortable, yet oddly drawn in at the same time.
"Becky?"
The woman in question blinked rapidly and shook her head to clear the odd fog that had rolled in. Making a show of straightening her spine and standing tall so that she could look down her nose at the two. "You're goin' ta be waitin' a long time if ya think I'm gonna let you lecture me."
Over the last year or so Becky had gotten used to people falling for her abrasive act hook, line and sinker. The trash talk was part of the show, but it hadn't failed to get her opponents emotional. From Ronda, to Charlotte everyone had seemed to get rattled by her words.
But not Bayley.
She sat remarkably still. Eyes studying Becky like she was a piece of abstract art that needed to be understood deeper than the surface. Dark pools that hinted at a depth Becky hadn't seen before and wasn't sure if she wanted to see more of.
"Who the hell do you think you are bitch!" Sasha angrily spat out from her place on Bayley's lap. Her fury turning towards Becky in a heartbeat. "You can't talk to her like that. I'll-"
"Down Princess." Bayley calmly spoke into Sasha's ear just loud enough for Becky to hear. Her fingers subtly digging into the chocolaty skin beneath that shuddered in their wake. Even as her focus was on Sasha, Bayley stared sidelong at the Irish woman. "She doesn't know any better. Yet."
Sasha's head rapidly turned back to Bayley and her face was stuck in a stunned expression. "Really?"
Becky was nothing if not stubborn and wasn't even paying attention to Sasha. Stuck on the last words Bayley had said and taking it as a challenge. Puffing her chest out much to Bayley's obvious amusement, her own growing irritation in return. Nothing she did seemed to phase the former Huggable One and for once she didn't feel in control of the situation.
Even when she was getting beat up by Ronda with an already bad knee she'd felt in control, but this was something else.
She thought she was dealing with the old Bayley, who simply had a new paintjob but that clearly wasn't the case anymore. It was actually thrilling on a level and Becky couldn't help herself but find herself more and more curious about the woman she thought she knew. If she was smart, she'd retreat and comeback with a better plan, but Becky's pride could be easily exploited. Especially by someone who knew who Becky was before becoming The Man as Bayley had.
"You wanna say that ta my face there Bayley. Or you gonna keep hiding behind that smurf ya got on yer lap there?"
"You little fu-"
"STOP!" Bayley said in a booming, commanding voice. She'd only been speaking to Sasha, but she couldn't help but notice how Becky froze for a second as well. "I'm giving you a warning Becky. Stop with the instigating. It won't get you anywhere with me and it will just put Sasha in a bad mood that I have to deal with."
Becky breathed in through her nose as her entire body tensed up. Every ounce of her attention finely attuned to the women before her. It was like the world around them didn't exist and for a second Becky was lost. Drifting closer to their world as gravity threatened to pull her in further. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't like lyin'."
Bayley chuckled and pulled out her phone with the free hand as her other went back to rubbing calming circles onto Sasha's thigh. Which Becky continued to pretend and not notice.
It was Becky's turn to raise an eyebrow as Bayley completely ignored her in lieu of whatever on her phone she apparently deemed more important. Impatience manifested into crossing her arms and noisily tapping her toe. Which festered into a fire that consumed all her rational thought. Her normal unyielding control over her own emotions falling away to something pure and unfiltered. The Man wasn't holding the reigns right now.
"I swear I'll smash that phone if you keep disrespectin' me like that." Becky was seething with unadulterated emotion. All the more incensed because she knew she was losing whatever this game between them was. She shouldn't be so flustered by Bayley of all people. She couldn't be.
"Shh." Was all the response Bayley was going to give her. Scrolling through her Twitter as she held back a grin at how easy it was to play Becky against herself.
"That's it! I don't care what yer doin' or what's scheduled. You and me are havin' a match. Now!"
She slowly lowered her phone and finally gave Becky the courtesy of looking her in the eye again. "No." She said and went right back to her device.
Becky didn't have an immediate response ready. Stunned into silence from disbelief. Blood pumping through her veins and preparing her body, but for what she wasn't sure. "No? You can't just say no to me."
"I just did. So how about you leave me and Sasha alone, and go play The Big Bad Man somewhere else. I'm sure you can find someone who's still scared of that act." Waving a dismissive hand and continuing to ignore Becky. A cheeky grin splitting across Sasha's face as she watched the redhead get increasingly fed up with Bayley's attitude.
The redhead's eyes widened, and her nostrils dangerously flared. Teeth grinding together as she set her jaw tightly. Hands squeezing into fists at her side. "You just earned yourself the beating of a lifetime." Sending a death glare at Sasha when she dared to laugh at her words. As if she knew something Becky didn't.
"That's real cute Becky but I've got some important thing on my plate right now. Have you seen Sasha's Instagram lately? I'm trying to decide which picture of Ryu and her is the cutest. The one where they both have those sailor hats on, or when they're just cuddled up on the couch together." Bayley looked up at Sasha and called her attention immediately without a word. "What do you think cutie?" Both women acting as if an angry Becky wasn't barely more than arm's length away.
Sasha giggled and jokingly pushing Bayley's shoulder. Totally at ease and unburdened. "Stop it. Why do you have to be so damn charming."
Bayley smiled widely at Sasha, completely focused on the blue haired woman. Stretching her neck to press a quick peck of her lips against Sasha's tiny, perfect nose. "It just comes naturally with you. It's not hard when I've got the most beautiful woman in the world on my lap."
Becky was silently fuming. She didn't want to think about why those last words made her stomach flop and just focused on being angry. It was far easier that way. "That's it!" She yelled. The loud, suddenness of it making Bayley and Sasha turn their eyes to her with curiosity. "I'm going out to the ring. You better be there too." Stomping away after her declaration without looking back to see if they were following.
She was on a mission as she stomped through backstage and walked right on up to the curtain before someone had the gall to try and stop her. Roughly throwing off the poor low level employee's hand and pushing through out onto the stage. Halfway down the ramp before some audio technician realized what was happening and played her music.
Backstage Bayley had moved ever so slightly so that she could view one of the many video screens backstage that constantly were showing Monday Night Raw as it happened. "Be a good girl and turn the volume up."
Sasha pouted for a second and hopped off the comfortable lap she'd been using as a chair. Walking over to the screen and finding the volume button on the side. The voices of WWE commentators coming through as it increased steadily till Bayley nodded and let Sasha come back to her side where she slowly stood up from her seat.
"… this is a surprise for sure. Becky Lynch making an unscheduled appearance apparently."
"And she doesn't look that happy about something. I'd hate to be on The Man's hitlist."
Becky normally stood still when she was speaking in the ring, but she had to start pacing in a circle or her hands would start shaking. She was grateful when one of the ring crew finally gave her the mic she asked for. It gave her hand something to do. "So, where are you? Huh? You going to sit back there and be a coward? Too scared to come out here?"
Bayley smiled as she heard the desperate, playground insults coming from the normally silver tongued woman. Leaning against the wall with no intention of giving the Irish spitfire what she wanted at this point.
"Come out here! Now!" Becky let the mic drop to her side as she glared at the ramp for a good twenty seconds before her whole body started to shake in rage. "What'll it take? My title on the line. Done. I don't care."
There was a tiny bit of dirt under Bayley's nail that she just noticed. Nonchalantly picking at it, unfazed by anything said so far.
"Bayley! You braindead moron! Get. Out. Here." She swept her free hand through her hair when the stage remained frustratingly unchanged. Pulling at the roots of her auburn hair out of sheer frustration. "Fine. A title shot won't get your attention. How about this. I'll put my career on the line for a chance to wipe that smug look off yer head. I know you can hear me back there!"
It only took another ten seconds for Becky to get her wish as Bayley's music suddenly began. The dark haired woman walking out with a confident grin and Sasha right at her side as always. Microphone in hand with only two words on her lips. "I accept."
The impromptu match started out fast. Becky could hardly contain her eagerness to get her hands on Bayley and jumped on her quickly. Starting off on the offensive right away.
Despite her early start Becky was sloppier than usual and lost her advantage after being a bit too eager to hit Bayley, opening herself up to a quick counter slam.
They went back and forth for a few minutes and Becky only got more frustrated as time passed. She'd been so confident that she would be able to dominate the woman who held what should still be her belt.
Becky was a second late to blocking a lot of Bayley's moves. She felt so compelled to keep an eye on Sasha at ringside that her focus kept splitting for tiny seconds here and there. Even though she'd made no move to interfere at all and had been standing against the barricade with her arms crossed most of the time.
After a particularly hard slam Bayley had Becky where she wanted. Flat on the ground as she ascended the turnbuckle so she could drive an elbow down into Becky's sternum.
Out of necessity, Becky rolled from the ring to the outside. Taking the brief reprieve to try and gather herself back together. Doubled over at the waist from the pain in her back as she tried to get her breath back.
It was a natural instinct to react violently when she felt a hand on her back. Spinning around and striking a soft target hard with the point of her elbow. Sending them crumbling down to the mat.
It only took a second to realize that it wasn't Bayley she hit, the blue hair being a dead giveaway. Sasha flat on her back, eyes dazed and unfocused from the blow. Becky was rooted to the spot, staring down at Sasha as her mind noted how the hand on her back hadn't felt threatening. Now that she thought about it, could Sasha have been expressing concern?
It only took a few more seconds to realize she'd made a mistake when a boot hit her in the side of the face and sent the world spinning. Barely able to stay upright dazed as she was.
There wasn't any time to recover though. Before she knew it, Bayley was following up with more strikes. An unrelenting assault fueled by an intensity Becky had never seen before in Bayley. Each hit coming faster than the last till all she could do was fall to one knee and hold her arms up as a shield.
The movement opened up room for Bayley to wrap her boa constrictor like arms around Becky and lift her back up for her finisher.
Instead of doing the move right away Bayley moved them until she was lined up next to the ring post and then put all she had into the throw. Slamming Becky's back against the LCD post so hard it began to malfunction and cease working.
Becky was in agony on the floor as her back flared up with pain. It felt like she'd never be able to breathe properly again.
Bayley knelt down next to her with a serious look and grabbed onto the base of Becky's ponytail. Yanking her head off the ground and holding it up with just the hair so that she could look into the dark haired wrestler's eyes. "You don't get to hit her. Think of this as lesson one." Enunciating each word with harsh intent.
Becky hardly had any time to process those words before the grip on her ponytail became so intense, she had no choice but to follow along with Bayley and stand up, lest she lose a chunk of hair.
She was hurled back into the ring and before she could even think of standing up Bayley was already there. Stamping her foot directly onto Becky's hair so she couldn't move much at all.
If Becky was honest with herself, she didn't know if she had it in her to kickout if Bayley decided to pin her, but the other wrestler seemed to have a different plan in mind. Pulling her back to her unsteady feet. Surprisingly helping Becky keep her balance with gentle hands at her hip and shoulder.
If it weren't for Bayley being there Becky would inevitably fall back to the ground. Feeling oddly supported and confusingly content being in her arms. Feelings that she didn't have the strength to question right now and found herself sinking into.
One of Bayley's calloused yet still remarkably soft hands cupped her cheek and Becky didn't have the strength to not lean into it.
"This is going to hurt. Don't make it worse than it needs to be." Bayley said, her smile looking a bit sad, or maybe it was a bit of regret or remorse. She just couldn't focus enough to tell right now.
For the second time, Becky was caught unaware by Bayley and the other woman moved seamlessly behind her and emulated Sasha perfectly. Hitting the backstabber with both knees driving into her back and nearly shutting her body down right there. Smoothly rolling the move right into the bank statement and wrenching on Becky with all she had.
Becky wished she could take the suplex against the post again. At least with that blow it was one single big moment of pain. This was unbearable. The pressure on her neck and spine driving tears to her eyes out of her control.
Her pride wouldn't let her simply tap out. With whatever strength she had left Becky crawled slowly closer to the rope. Reaching out with one of her hands as far as she could manage. Her fingers getting so close that she could just barely hit the rope with her fingernail.
Just before she could reach them though, Bayley delved deep in her memory and began stomping on Becky's extended fingers without mercy until she had no choice but to pull them back to her body for protection.
"Just tap Becky." Bayley's voice sounded unbelievably calm considering the situation. "All you have to do is tap to me and it'll all be fine."
Becky wouldn't give in right away. The stakes of the match suddenly becoming real. She'd hadn't even thought about it when she made the offer.
"Submit before this gets worse honey." Bayley slowly started to apply more pressure, but Becky wouldn't let herself tap. Her entire existence was blinding pain and stubborn pride that wouldn't allow her to stop.
Bayley decided to end this now and really leaned her weight into the hold. Forcing Becky's upper body up off the canvas and folding backwards over itself in a way the body wasn't meant to bend.
Each second seemed to last a year for Becky and the bright lights above her slowly began to dim. The odd thought entering her mind that the arena must be losing power when really it was her grip on consciousness slipping away.
Bayley was well aware of when Becky's body started shutting down. She frowned and sighed while continuing to apply force. She'd hoped that Becky would be ready for something more, but she was obviously still too wrapped up in her image right now.
As the in ring victory drew closer Bayley felt something brush the side of thigh. Unable to hide her grin when she realized it was Becky's hand weakly slapping her tights.
She'd won more than just a match.
Finally letting go of the hold and turning Becky back over to her lie flat on her back into a more comfortable position. Taking a moment to brush the sweaty strands of crimson that had fallen from the ponytail into her face before getting up and moving to the ropes.
Bayley completely ignored the referee trying to raise her hand and rolled out the ring to fawn over Sasha, lavish her with attention and care for the lump from Becky's elbow.
She'll take care of her princess first and give Becky time to come to grips with what just happened.
But Bayley would make sure she knew before they left the arena tonight.
Those thoughts had to be put on the back burner for now though.
Bayley kept her hands on Sasha at all times just like the possessive little brat always wanted, helping her up the ramp and backstage.
"Let's get you some ice for that bump she gave you." Bayley softly spoke as she let Sasha rest her head on her shoulder.
"Can we watch some Netflix before you go all grr on her?" Sasha jutted out her bottom lip and pouted with puppy dog eyes. "Please. My head hurts and I want my Bayley time."
"You always want Bayley time." The aforementioned woman amusedly teased.
"I don't see the problem with that." Sasha countered.
Bayley chuckled and dipped her lips down to connect with Sasha's and steal the younger woman's breath away in an instant. Nipping at that pouty lower lip and pulling away to a mewl of discontent. "Don't worry. You might need to learn how to share soon though." The rumble of a growl from Sasha made Bayley laugh again. "But yes. We can go back to the locker room once I get some ice."
"And watch Netflix. We're still behind on The Good Place." Sasha whined.
"Of course." Bayley agreed even as she rolled her eyes at her precious boss. "We can watch whatever you want cutie."
Both women walking through the curtain backstage without looking back at the ring where Becky was slowly coming back to with the realization of what just happened slowly settling through the haze.
She'd lost far more than just a match.
Bayley made sure to keep the ice on Sasha's bump for exactly twenty minutes before taking it away and gently pressing her warm lips against the chilly side of her girl's head.
They'd been comfily snuggled on the small sofa of Bayley's private locker room, a privilege of being a champ in this business that she never turned down. Sasha was nursing her injury for all it was worth, using the other woman as a glorified pillow. Lazily smiling as she watched the laptop screen they'd set up on a table.
"I'm going to go shower cutie. You stay here and keep watching. I'll get a fresh ice pack for you later." Bayley stated as she set a timer for exactly twenty minutes so she knew when to reapply the ice without risking any damage to Sasha's delicate skin. Untangling herself and standing up, earning a sad mewl from the woman she left behind. "Don't worry Princess. Just a quick shower. I'll be back before you know it." Bending down to kiss Sasha's forehead before walking towards the attached bathroom.
"Can I join you Bay? Pwease!" Sasha pouted with the most adorable face she could muster.
Bayley chuckled but made it clear in her voice that she was serious. "Not now. We don't have enough time for that. How about this, as long as you play nice when we see Becky, I'll make it up to you when we get back to the hotel. Deal?"
Sasha frowned and gave Bayley her puppy dog eyes. "What makes you think I wouldn't play nice with her? I feel like you're being a little judgmental."
Bayley knew exactly what Sasha was doing and she gave a stern look to the brat. Checking the timer on her phone with a quick glance. "Promise me right now. I've got 18 minutes and 35 seconds left to take my shower and get you ice so every second counts… NOW Sasha!"
On a normal night Sasha might have pushed more but Bayley entire demeanor screamed that she would regret pushing her tonight. "Alright I promise."
"You promise to what?"
"I promise to play nice with Lucky Charms tonight Daddy." Sasha conceded, waiting till Bayley nodded and started walking again before adding, "But if she's mean to me, I'm not going to just sit there and let her."
Bayley stopped on a dime and turned around. "I understand. Just don't start anything yourself. If she does, I'll handle it… But-" An amused smile stretching across Bayley's mouth. "I kind of like it when you two get all mad at each other. It's cute." Jumping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her without waiting for a response.
She only had just over 17 minutes to get showered and wash away all the grimy sweat from her match.
Then she could get her Princess a fresh icepack and find her new fiery little kitten. Her body buzzing with anticipation of the showdown as she stepped beneath the warm shower spray.
Bayley was under no illusion that just because Becky had tapped to her in the ring, that she'd just roll over outside of it. Her bad habits were already too ingrained. Reinforced over time because of Charlotte's inability to understand her actions had consequences.
She could still vividly remember hearing stories from Carmella about how devastated Becky had been when she'd been sent to Smackdown, left to deal with the drop all alone. How after every PPV everyone on Smackdown knew Becky would disappear that night and then be a mess for the next few days.
She'd been angry on Becky's behalf back then and the memory still brought back fresh anger at Charlotte for either not knowing, or not caring about what their infrequent sessions did to the Irish woman.
From what she gathered from afar, The Man was Becky's way of finally distancing herself from that toxic relationship, but her newly erected walls stayed up for everyone else as well. She'd been watching her for some time and had been paying extra close attention since WrestleMania.
She missed the sweet girl Becky had been before. Bayley didn't mind the increased confidence or the strength she exuded but through addition there had been subtraction. It was an increasingly rare sight to see a glimpse of the old goofball that she'd been good friends with in the past. The girl who'd once livestreamed her own failure with a can opener to the world.
If it took attacking her and rattling that cage she'd put herself in, Bayley would gladly bear the burden since she knew it would be worth it in the end.
Becky may have others fooled but Bayley noticed the little things. The way her gear fitted a bit looser than it should, and how her moves weren't as smooth as they used to be. Visibly tired just minutes into her matches when she was unable to hide it anymore.
It'd be hard to overcome Becky's well deserved defenses, but Bayley was nothing if not patient. She was never one to back down from a challenge and Becky Lynch would mostly certainly be just that.
But damn if it wasn't a challenge she was more than happy to take on.
Becky wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings as her feet took her towards her private locker room. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed how everyone in her path quickly scampered out of her way without being told.
The strap of her shiny red belt dragged along the ground, hanging limply from her hand.
It didn't matter anymore anyways.
When she finally made it inside her room the first thing she did after slamming the door shut was to fling her belt across the room where it loudly crashed into the wall and landed uncaringly somewhere on the ground.
Her life was over.
All she had was this job. This was everything to her now.
She'd sacrificed all she knew to get this title. Taken the leap of faith and walked away from everything she'd known.
She was floating and there was no gravity to pull her back down.
The ground under her feet didn't feel real anymore and it might as well have not even been there.
Becky didn't know what to feel right now. It was too much. Everything she'd gone through had somehow led to this. Her emotions reached their inevitable, crescendo. Months of pressure building up without any outlet only led to one thing.
Explosion.
The first thing to go was the large LCD screen on the wall. Tearing it down and letting it smash to the ground. Bits of plastic shattering off and the glass resembling a spiderweb of cracks.
That wasn't enough though. She flipped the coffee table over and sent it flying into the wall where two of the wooden legs embedded themselves into the sheetrock.
She wished there was something else to break, but her hands just wouldn't stop shaking.
Brief anger at Bayley was quickly snuffed out when she remembered this was all her doing. She was the one to offer her career for a chance to beat up the other woman. How had she been so stupid?
Maybe a shower would help clear her mind.
It did little to help though and Becky was in and out of the water far quicker than normal.
She dressed in slow motion. Even after the warm shower her back was still feeling the effects of what Bayley had done to her. If she shut her eyes, Becky could still feel the other woman's hands on her body and blamed the shower for why her body felt like it was burning up.
Getting her shirt on was a struggle and she fell back into the feeling. Focusing on the pain and letting it envelop her mind like a heavy fog.
There was a sudden knock at the door and Becky jolted from her headspace. Breath picking up out of reflex as her eyes dilated wide, everything rushing back to her at once like a tidal wave of sensitive needles over her body. How long had she been standing there?
"Just a second." She managed to groan out. Working to quickly regain her composure the best she could. Physically going through the motions and forcing out The Man to deal with whatever came her way. She pushed through her own discomfort and went to open the door. Scowling when she saw who was on the other side. "What the hell are you two doin'? Came to gloat?"
Bayley smiled as she let Sasha lean against her while pressing a fresh ice pack gingerly against the other woman's head. "Not tonight. We actually came over her for an apology."
Becky waited for a few seconds just to make sure she'd heard right. "You. Want an apology. From me? You mus' be the biggest dope I've ev'r seen. Feck off why don't ya." She dismissed and moved to shut the door in their face. Trying not to notice how enticing Bayley looked dressed in her tight black jeans or how distractingly beautiful Sasha was when she was so at ease.
A boot jammed into the doorframe and stopped it from closing fully. Bayley's jovial expression falling away. Not thrilled with how Becky was acting even though she'd expected it. "I'm going to let you slide for that with a warning because I'm sure you're upset right now, but don't do it again."
Becky snorted and glared back. "What the hell do you know. Get yer foot outta my door."
"Becky... I'm being real nice right now and I'm not getting anything in return. You've got five seconds to open this door." Controlled fire in Bayley's voice.
Becky snarled at her before her ire was redirected at Sasha's smirking face. "What're you smirkin' at ya smurf?"
"5! 4, 3," Bayley started counting loudly to head off the fight before it started.
The count was down to one before Becky rolled her eyes and let off the door. "Fine. I'm leavin' anyways."
Bayley narrowed her eyes and pushed the door open. Casually looking around the destruction inside. "Interior decorating?"
Becky stopped as she was zipping up her bag. "Sure. Let's call it that."
"Much as I'd love to delve into that, you still owe Sasha an apology."
Sasha smiled and leaned her head onto Bayley's shoulder. She'd promised not to start anything, but she couldn't help sticking her tongue out at Becky for just a split second.
"Don't think I didn't see that sweetie." Bayley whispered for her ears only. Her strong hand working down Sasha's back and grabbing a handful of her perfect little peach bottom. "No more of that if you want anything tonight."
Becky whirled around ready to start yelling but her head went blank when she watched their little display. Swallowing the lump in her throat and trying to not think about what Bayley's hand was doing back there or the little moans that escaped Sasha.
Bayley snapped her fingers when she recognized the glazed look in Becky's eyes. "I asked you to apologize Becky. Now, can you do that for me?"
The Irish wrestler's immediate reaction was petulant dismissal but then a little voice in her head reminded her that Sasha hadn't seemed to be making an aggressive move, and she had hit her rather hard. "Can I see it?" She asked Bayley instead of the woman in question without a thought. Reaching out with her hand and letting it hover next to Sasha's cheek, waiting for the dark haired woman's approval.
She nodded and pulled the icepack away so Becky could touch the bump she'd made. Fingers gliding gently across so she wouldn't make it worse. The soft blue hair against her fingers sending tingling sensations shooting up her arm, and she had to retreat back to herself. Quickly hiding behind her snarky wit. "It's not that bad. But if it'll make Walmart Boss happy, I'll say it. I'm sorry yer gigantic head got in the way of me arm. I'll try an' be more careful next time." False sincerity dripping from every word.
Without being asked Sasha voluntarily separated from Bayley and made sure the door was closed before leaning against it. Her own body thrumming from just anticipating what would happen next. She'd never really seen Bayley work from the outside looking in and the opportunity was an undeniable thrill. Especially considering how stubborn she knew Becky was from all the way back in NXT.
She was happy to just sit back and watch the fireworks.
Bayley sighed and shook her head in disappointment. Lesson one hadn't gotten through yet. She wasn't going to tolerate anyone trying to hurt Sasha, physically or otherwise. If Becky got in line she'd enjoy the same protection, but obviously that hadn't sunk in.
She took several deliberate steps closer the redhead. Not at all shocked when Becky stood her ground in a clear challenge, not giving an inch. "Now I think I've been very nice. Haven't I Sasha?" Not having to look back to know Sasha was nodding along. "And you are throwing that back in my face."
"Excuse me not jumpin' fer joy. If you forgot I'm sort of out a job now. No thanks to you." Becky spat out defensively. Not liking how intimidated she actually felt and the wayward thoughts that Bayley wasn't close enough right now. She was like a lighthouse during stormy seas and it was impossible to not be drawn in by the siren call.
Bayley fixed Becky to the spot with a glare and stepped closer, invading her personal space and stopping so close she could feel the heat coming off the Irish woman. The flush of her skin, and hitch in her breath easily evident at such close range. "And yet I'm the person you keep pissing off. The only person who could maybe give you that back." Leaning her head close enough to brush the tip of her nose against Becky's cheek and whisper into her ear. "Doesn't make you seem that smart. Does it?"
She expected the reaction before it even began and was ready to grab Becky's arm the second she started raising it in anger. The action only serving to make her angry enough to try hitting her with the other arm which Bayley easily blocked as well.
"Not smart Becky." Was all the warning she gave before using her leverage to slam Becky against the wall and pin her arms above her head. Letting her body press tightly against the other woman so she couldn't move an inch. "You're off your game tonight."
Becky struggled uselessly against the unyielding pressure and strength. "Screw you and yer little whore."
Quicker than the eye could see Bayley's palm met Becky's cheek with a resounding crack that had Sasha cringing in sympathy. "One more word demeaning about Sasha and I can make this night a whole lot worse for you."
"I'm sure." Becky snarled as her struggles decreased. Words her only weapon right now. "How can this night be worse?" She asked rhetorically. All the fight leaving her when she started to notice how Bayley's body pressed into hers. As frustratingly comforting as it was humiliating. She couldn't decide if she wanted to push her away or arch her own body closer.
"If you weren't being so stubborn and stuck in your own head, you'd shut up and listen to me." Bayley sternly pointed out. Staring into Becky's guarded eyes and spotting the moment her words finally hit. A brief unguarded view into the exhausted, stressed, and scared woman that lied behind those beautiful hazel eyes. "Are you done? Don't say anything, just nod baby."
It took a while, but Bayley was patient. Eventually Becky nodded and her mouth didn't move. Her eyes locked onto Bayley's, unable to look away like she was under a spell.
"Good girl. Now this is going to be the last time I ask. And if I don't get a sincere response than you'll find out how this night can get worse for you. So please, repeat after me. I'm sorry for being mean and hitting you when you didn't deserve it Sasha." Bayley said with finality. She wasn't kidding either. This was going to be her last chance.
Becky's jaw tightened and she contemplated disobeying for a second. That thought flying from her head the next second when Bayley tightened her grip and she finally couldn't stop her body from responding to how close they were. A tiny, raspy moan that couldn't be mistaken filling the quiet bubble. "Fine. I'm sorry for... for being mean and hitting you when you didn't deserve it Sasha."
Her apology had started off weak but once Becky looked over at Sasha and saw past her own wall it became genuine. The two women locking eyes and letting their bitter rivalry take a back seat for now. Nodding her acceptance of the apology and letting it lie for now.
"There. Was that so hard?" Bayley said as she let go of her grip on the redhead and gently smoothed down the vermillion strands of hair that were getting in Becky's eyes. Taking her sweet time backing away and taking great pride in the almost imperceptible shivers that accompanied her every move.
Now that Bayley wasn't pressed against her Becky could think again. "I still think she should be more careful doin' that durin' a match. Thought it was you comin' after me."
To her surprise the other woman nodded. "She probably should, and we'll be sure to talk about that." Bayley said as a matter of fact. Her face quickly softening into a sad smile. "But for now, I need you to do something for me. I'm hungry and me and Sasha want some company in catering before we go home. How about it? They have quinoa!"
Becky didn't know why she was even considering it. She should just say no. Why the hell would she say yes?
"We can talk about how I'll let you keep your job."
That was a pretty good reason to say yes.
It felt surreal to be sitting with Sasha and Bayley around a table like nothing was wrong. The odd stares they'd gotten from everyone in Catering when they'd entered together after that match proved Becky wasn't the only one who knew how weird this looked.
She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and slouched down to eat her bowl of quinoa. Although Becky ended up doing more pushing the food around than actually ingesting it.
Bayley had insisted they bring their bags with them and Becky hadn't cared enough to put up a fight. She'd already been packed anyways so what did it matter.
They ate in relative peace for a few minutes before Bayley had enough of the subtle approach. "We aren't going to talk till you actually eat."
Becky's eyes rose up from the table and looked at Bayley. Unhidden care stealing her breath away and making her blush like some little schoolgirl whose crush complimented their outfit. Unused to feeling so cared for with just a simple glance. Immediately chastising herself for thinking, even if only for a moment, that she could trust Bayley. She couldn't let that happen. Couldn't let herself repeat the same mistakes. So even as she followed along and spooned some more admittedly delicious, and much needed quinoa she had to force a scowl. "There. Happy?"
Bayley just smiled through it, undeterred by the adorably tiny angry expressions Becky's mouth made. At least she was eating something. No doubt if she hadn't forced it on the redhead it wouldn't have been a priority for her anytime soon. "I'm happy if you're healthy." She honestly said. Quickly moving on like it wasn't a big deal and not giving Becky time to overthink it, "So let's just get right to it and cut to the point. I don't want your career to be over. But I'm not going to let you off the hook. I did win fair and square, so I do deserve something in return for letting you go back on the stipulation. Right?"
Becky hated that she couldn't disagree. She could see Bayley's web but couldn't stop herself from walking right into the trap. "I guess."
"I didn't ask you to guess. Do you agree that I deserve something in return for being so generous?"
Sasha was having a surprisingly fun time watching the two clash, but she was getting a little tired of everything being about Becky. "I think that sounds super fair." Making sure to scoot her chair a little closer so she could slither her arms around Bayley's neck and pull herself closer to her favorite pillow. "You're like, the queen of fairness."
It was impossible for Bayley to hold back a goofy, lighthearted smile at how blatantly jealous and needy the other woman could be. She was lucky that it fell more on the cute side than vindictive right now. "Thank you cutie, but I really want to hear from Becky right now."
Sasha wiggled her eyebrows at Becky, making sure to keep eye contact as she pressed her lips against the strong column of Bayley's neck. Satisfied with herself when she noticed the metal spoon the redhead was holding bend out of shape like it had been melted down just slightly.
"Ok. I agree that you deserve something." Becky had to concede.
"Good to know we can agree." Bayley said in a jovial tone. "Now the question is what do I deserve." Acting as if she didn't know the answer already.
Becky had plenty of comebacks to that but bit her tongue. She didn't want to make things worse and Bayley held the key to her future right now.
Bayley let the tension build and waited till it looked like Becky was seconds away from breaking. "I always wanted to have a personal butler. How are you with ironing?"
Becky blinked and had to make sure she heard right. "You want me. To be your butler?" Her pride raising in protest. "There's no way I'm doin' that."
"Really? Oh well." Bayley lamented and stood up. The quick movement surprising both Sasha and Becky. "Best of luck with your future endeavors. Let's go Sasha." Picking up both their bags and starting to walk away before Sasha had even started following. The blue haired woman scrambling up from her seat and quickly catching up outside the Catering doors.
"What was that?" Sasha asked in confusion.
Bayley didn't answer until they were standing out in the garage. Smiling sweetly and placing a small kiss on the cute, confused face of her girl. "Wait for it."
Less than thirty seconds later the door to the garage burst open and a flash of red shot out of them.
Becky was breathing hard from sprinting out here at full speed. She'd thought maybe they'd already be gone but to her embarrassment the two were leaning against their rental car and waiting like they were expecting her. A flash of humiliation burning through her when she realized that she'd been played once again. She shouldn't be getting out maneuvered by Bayley of all people but here she was.
It made no sense. How did the naïve, seemingly dim woman she'd turned on in NXT get inside her head so easily? It was like a game of chess, and Bayley was two steps ahead. A counter perfectly in position every time she made a move.
"Change your mind Becky?" Bayley said innocently. "I think you'd look pretty damn good in the outfit."
Becky bit back a growl knowing she had no other options and walked calm as she could over to Bayley. The brunette's raised eyebrow challenging her to keep going. "You'll let me keep wrestling?"
Bayley's heart cracked a bit at the raw vulnerability she heard in those words but now wasn't the time. She raised her hand and let the back of her knuckles trace the mark she'd made on such a pretty face. "Of course. I'd never want to take something you love so much."
Becky bit her lip and finally nodded. "Alright… Then I'll do whatever you want."
The extra concession in those words made Bayley grin. Even if Becky didn't know it yet, she was hers now. It was just a matter of time.
"Good to know. Here's your first job." Bayley said and dropped the car keys into Becky's hand. "Sasha and I would appreciate having a little time. Just make sure to get us to the hotel in one piece. Thanks baby." Giving the redhead a quick peck on the cheek before she could even think about what was happening and slipping into the backseat of the car with Sasha at her side.
Becky stood outside for a few seconds as her mind caught up with what just happened.
Shaking herself and taking a deep breath before throwing her bag into the passenger seat in front, sliding behind the wheel and turning on the car.
"Drive slow. I don't want a bumpy ride." Sasha requested from the back with glee. It made it extra fun that Becky couldn't say anything back now. A victorious smirk growing when the redhead did nothing but nod.
They began to roll down the street at a leisurely pace. Becky's eyes darting back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror where she could see Sasha wrapping herself around Bayley like she'd die without the contact.
Bayley sighed and pretended to be annoyed by Sasha's clinginess. "Are you going to be like this all the time now that she's here?"
Sasha pouted and began showering Bayley's neck with tiny kisses. "You were mine first. I'm just making sure she knows that." Letting her hands rove up and down the powerful thighs that were always on her mind. "You can't be mad at me for that. It's your fault I'm so in love with you anyways."
"You've got me there Princess." Bayley let Sasha continue for a little longer. Knowing that Becky was looking back even if the Irish woman was trying her best to hide the furtive glances. Eventually she stopped the wandering hands in their tracks and lowered her voice to purr in Sasha's ear loud enough for the words to carry into the front of the car. "But don't think I forgot that little stunt you pulled earlier. It's very rude to stick your tongue out at others. But if you want to do it anyways, I can think of a far better use for it."
Sasha swallowed and raised her eyes up to look in Bayley's. A warm, but dangerous glint in them that had the smaller woman burning with need. Silently pleading for permission and sliding down to her knees on the floor of the car. Hands gently running up the denim jeans that covered her prize and waiting till she received a commanding nod before her fingers deftly undid the button on top and worked the zipper slowly down. The metal sound deafeningly loud in the confined space. "Thank you, Daddy."
Bayley pet the top of her head and caught Becky's eyes in the rearview mirror. "You're welcome Princess. But I'm getting a bit impatient." Smirking and leaning back into her seat when the hazel eyes quickly turned back to the road.
Sasha took the hint and grabbed a hold of the jeans around Bayley's shapely hips and slowly shimmied them down to her ankles. Gently teasing the other wrestler's muscular thighs with her fingernails as she moved in between those gloriously spread legs like a puzzle piece that finally found it's perfect place. An alter she'd worship at all day if Bayley let her.
Becky wasn't sure if a steering wheel could break from just the force of her grip, but she was definitely testing that right now. The sudden turn of events in the backseat had her more than a little hot under the collar and it took a great amount of restraint to keep forcing her eyes back on the road.
"Right there, Princess. You're such a good girl for me." Bayley moaned and Becky quickly realized that not looking was just as bad, if not worse than if she could see what was happening.
Her imagination was her greatest enemy right now and the few brief glimpses of Bayley's naked thighs wrapped around Sasha' blue hair threw extra gasoline on the fire. Picturing the two women coming together made it almost impossible to focus on the road. They complemented each other perfectly, dark, tan, mocha skin mixing together like a delicious recipe.
Try as she might to not pay attention it was proving to be a far more herculean task than she could handle.
"Eyes on the road Becky." Bayley reminded her breathlessly. Their eyes meeting in the mirror once again when Sasha decided to redouble her efforts.
Unhappy that Bayley was paying any attention to Becky when she was going down on her. An affront that she needed to challenge. She had to remind Bayley why she was hers first.
"Ugh! Keep going sweetie." Bayley groaned out as her eyes closed and she wound Sasha's hair around her fist and pulled. The slight pain at her scalp only revving up Sasha's passion. Desperate to show Bayley that she knew her better than anyone else. "You're so pretty nestled in between my thighs. Your hairs so soft. Damn, you look so beautiful sweetie."
Now that's just unfair Becky thought. The tiny little details doing nothing to help her stop thinking about what Sasha was doing.
Normally with no one else around Becky would be irritated by having to stop for a red light but she welcomed the break… Until she didn't.
Bayley moaned and used her grip on Sasha's hair to grind herself against the other woman's face. Knowing that the blue haired woman loved it when she made it obvious how much she was enjoying herself. "I love you so much Princess. You're always gorgeous. Isn't she Becky?"
Becky was a little shocked by the question and just managed to get out a shaky, "Sure." Suddenly wishing the light would turn green so she had the excuse of having to focus on the road.
"You didn't even look though. How can you know that she always looks gorgeous if you haven't seen her now? Just doesn't seem possible." Bayley innocently said. Even if the noise coming from between her legs was anything but innocent. Sasha was definitely a messy eater, but it was hard to complain.
She only turned her head for just a second but that was long enough for the image to be burned into her mind forever. Quickly looking back to the road to try and act normal but miserably failing right away. "Yer right. She's gorgeous." Hoping that admission would be the end of this little conversation. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this up without going insane.
Bayley smirked and refocused on Sasha. That was enough for now, she didn't want to push the redhead too quickly. "We're almost at the hotel Sweetie." Closing her eyes and basking in the feeling. The little warning enough to make Sasha stop teasing entirely and start hitting all the spot she knew drove Bayley wild. "That's it Beautiful. Almost there."
Becky kept her eyes firmly on the road in front of her. Not even daring to try and look back as Bayley's moans hit a zenith. The noises coming from her mouth painting a picture more vivid and enticing than any work of art she'd seen in all their worldly travels.
It was maddening in the best way and Becky had to squeeze her legs tightly together, suppressing a groan of her own and trying to ignore the raging fire between them. Angry at her body for betraying her like she was some overly hormonal teen boy. Her self-restraint getting quite the test.
Sasha took her time languishing over Bayley's thighs and making sure to clean up every precious drop between them she'd missed. Content to stay down there as long as she was allowed, until Bayley pulled her up for a sweet kiss that signified the end of her fun for now.
"I love you so much Princess. Now don't stick your tongue out at Becky again. Alright? The next time won't be as much fun for you."
"Yes Daddy. I promise not to stick my tongue out at Becky." Sasha sincerely said. "Unless you want me too." She added with a grin. Quickly stealing another kiss as she helped shimmy Bayley's jeans back up her legs. "I love you more than anything."
"Even Ryu?" Bayley asked as she finished buttoning up her jeans and pulling Sasha up to straddle her lap. Working her fingers gently through the mess of hair she'd created in her pleasure.
"I plead the fifth." Sasha said and pressed her lips against Bayley's.
Bayley chuckled into the kiss before returning and escalating it. Finding the other girl's tongue with her own as they danced together. Losing track of time until she felt Sasha trying to grind her pelvis against her jean clad thigh. Using her strong arms and easily lifting the light ball of hormones off her lap and setting her back on the seat next to her. "Later Princess. Patience."
Sasha huffed and crossed her arms across her chest to stop herself from taking care of the problem herself. She knew from experience what happened when she did that without permission and she'd rather not go through that again. "I hate that word. I'm going to call the dictionary people and have them take it out."
"You do that. I'm sure they'll get back to you." Bayley supplied with a laugh. Giving in just slightly and wrapping her arm around Sasha.
"We're here." Becky rasped out. Amazed that she was even able to get that out with how dry her throat was. Her hands frozen on the wheel even once she came to a stop. Scared of what she'd do if she let her hands off.
Bayley smiled and leaned into the front of the car next to Becky. "Thank you, baby. Could you be a good girl and carry our bags up for us?" Waiting till she got a terse nod from the redhead who couldn't meet her gaze right now. "That's a good girl." She finished with a tiny peck to Becky's cheek and pulled back away.
It took a second for Becky to follow the two out the car. Taking several deep breaths and reminding herself why she was going through this. She needed this job no matter what or she'd have nothing.
"Here you go." Was the first thing she heard and before Becky knew it her arms were suddenly full of all their bags. "Be careful with mine. There's some fragile stuff in there." Sasha said with a smile, so wide Becky knew it was meant to annoy her.
"I didn't know your ego could fit in a bag. That's impressive." Becky sniped back with a satisfied smirk.
"Both of you stop. I swear, one day I'm just going to throw you two in a cage and let you have it out." Bayley stepped over to the two women and gave both them a warning glare. "You've both been part of this, and I'm done with it!"
Becky and Sasha both had the decency to look admonished but neither said anything.
Bayley wasn't having any of it and knew she couldn't allow this to fester. A quick idea coming to her that made a pleased grin appear on her face. "I'm not dealing with this right now. Both of you kiss and makeup… Did anything there make it seem like I was joking!" She added when neither woman moved.
Becky was sure she must have heard wrong. But her thoughts of questioning it flew out the window with how Bayley was looking at her. She couldn't risk it right now and didn't know if she even cared to try.
For just a second she compared Bayley to Charlotte but quickly decided that would only lead to more confusion and she was already barely holding herself together.
Sasha wasn't exactly thrilled either, but she wasn't going to even think of questioning Bayley when she was in this mood. Quickly covering the small distance between her and Becky and letting her hands sit on the redhead's hips. The shock of contact connecting their eyes.
Becky couldn't move if she tried. Her entire world focused down to Sasha's lips getting closer and closer till they finally connected.
They were softer than she'd imagined. Too tired to even pretend she hadn't been earlier.
She was acutely aware of Bayley standing there and watching but all her senses were tuned into Sasha.
The past month or so they'd been so caught up in their rivalry. This was quite the detour from that, but one that her body clearly felt was right even if she didn't want to agree.
Her brain nearly short circuited when Sasha got a little bold and licked her lips. Subtle hints of ambrosia setting her senses into overdrive when her brain realized what it was. The image of Sasha and Bayley in the back of the car roaring back to the front of her mind.
She could barely register the whining noise or the fact that it actually came out of her mouth when Sasha pulled away. Selfishly wanting more and trying to hold herself back.
"There. Now let's all go up to the room. It'll be an early morning tomorrow." Bayley started leading them towards the hotel, but Becky spoke up.
"I'll just bring this stuff up to yer room and then I'll see you in the mornin'." Glad that she'd get the chance to return to her own room and gather herself.
Becky could already feel her careful defenses crumbling in front of this disgustingly adorable duo.
Bayley laughed like Becky had just told a hilarious joke. "This isn't a day job Becky. You'll be staying with us from now on. I'll take care of calling ahead to the hotels and cancelling your rooms tomorrow. Don't worry about it." She waved her hand dismissively and wrapped it around Sasha's. "Watch your step with those bags. The curb is pretty steep."
If you'd told Becky earlier that this was how her night would be ending, she'd probably say you were crazy. She still felt like maybe this was some weird dream her subconscious created but that seemed unlikely.
She'd placed the bags on the floor of the hotel room and before she could even think Bayley was already there. "Thanks Becky. Now I'm just going to need one more thing from you for the rest of the night."
"Out with it then." Becky knew she was being curt, but she honestly didn't know how she was going to last having to be around Bayley all the time.
Bayley noted her attitude but let it slide for now. "Can you stand over here for me?"
The question was so innocuous, but Becky knew there was more to it. She followed Bayley's instructions to the corner of the room near the entrance. "Here?"
"Perfect." Bayley said like a proud parent who she'd just brought back a high grade on a test. "Now just hold your arms out wide."
Becky had no idea what was going on here, but she didn't question it. If it got Bayley to leave her alone for a bit, then it'd be worth it. She felt like a scarecrow or something similar. Arms stretched out to her side like she was trying to stretch and open up her chest.
"That's great. Stay like that till I tell you otherwise." Bayley said like it was nothing and walking back over towards the bed where Sasha was sitting in wait.
Becky didn't know how to react. It was almost too surreal. "What? Yer kiddin' me."
Bayley slowly turned around and walked back to Becky. Face showing no signs that she was playing around right now. "You don't know better, but if I tell you to do something. I'm most certainly not 'kidding' you. I've asked you to do something very simple for me. I'd expect anyone could do it, but if you can't than I guess I don't have much of a place for you."
Becky mumbled under her breath and looked down at the ground.
"I can't hear you Becky. And when you want to talk to me, I expect eye contact. I don't tolerate poor manners."
Hazel eyes rose up and Becky told herself she obeyed so quickly just so she could get this over. "Fine. I'll do it. I just don't get it is all."
"You've got a job tonight. That job is being the best clothes hanger you can be." Bayley said and casually slipped out of her jacket. Carefully folding it in half and draping it over Becky's outstretched arm.
Becky opened her mouth to protest but Bayley swiftly pressed a finger against her lips, effectively silencing her.
"Clothes hangers don't talk, do they?" Bayley posited with a raised eyebrow. Smiling in the face of how clearly upset Becky was. Gently patting her cheek in a patronizing manner. "Good girl."
Becky could hardly believe Bayley had the gall to do that to her. It set off something inside of her that sent her pulse racing. Just the way the other woman completely ignored her and walked back to Sasha made her feel things she'd never felt before.
She watched unmoving as Bayley settled in front of the bed and suddenly yanked Sasha by her ankles down to the edge. A little squeal of surprised elation coming from the blue haired woman. She loved it when her Daddy took control of her body and put all those hours in the gym to good use.
She somehow stayed quiet as Bayley took off both their shirts. Leaving on their bras for now and walking back across the room to toss Sasha's shirt over one of her arms. Becky should have known something up by the way Bayley allowed her to get a good eyeful of their fit bodies and the little grin she had on.
Bayley knew this would get a reaction and she was waiting for it. Casually tossing her shirt over Becky's face like it was a hood. Blocking the Irish woman's sight and leaving her in darkness.
It took everything in Becky to not react like she knew Bayley wanted. A small victory when she heard the other woman's footsteps move away from her.
That small victory was quickly wiped out when she realized what was happening.
Bayley took her time undressing Sasha piece by piece. Taking her time to carefully fold each piece of clothing and walk them over to drape on Becky's outstretched arms. Each trip back and forth adding just a bit of extra weight. Almost insignificant in normal circumstances.
"Alright Princess are you ready for me?" Bayley asked once Sasha was completely free of any clothing. Standing over the deceptively tiny woman with only her shirt off in comparison.
"I'm always ready for you Daddy. Whenever you want me."
Becky bit her lip under the shirt over her head. Her own ears once again her worst enemy.
The soft sound of leather dragging over skin was unmistakable to her own ears and if she pictured it hard enough Becky could almost feel it as if it was happening to her.
"Fuck." She muttered when Sasha's pleading moans hit her ears.
Before she could even think about why the noise in the room had stopped Becky felt a warm body standing right in front of her.
"Clothes hangers don't talk." Becky heard Bayley's calming, balm of a voice and the next thing she knew there was something being forced into her mouth. Reflexively closing it in return only to feel a sharp stinging pain on her ass that sent bolts of lightning all through her body. "Open." Bayley ordered and Becky could do nothing but obey. "Good girl."
It was obviously some kind of fabric that Bayley was using as a makeshift gag but beyond that Becky had no real idea until she came across a familiar heady aroma that she'd only tasted on Sasha's tongue before. Groaning against the lacy material and trying not to think about it.
She wasn't sure how much longer she stood there but every second of it was pure torture. Being able to hear every tiny squeak of the bed and every tiny sound from the most beautiful women she could think of but not seeing any of what they were doing.
It could have been hours, but all Becky was able to think about anymore was the sounds on the bed and her exhausted shoulders. Mockingly shaking out of her control and threatening to drop the clothes that draped over her arms.
Time stopped mattering and she wasn't sure which way was up anymore.
But she couldn't disappoint Bayley. That much she knew. Nothing else mattered right now even as exhaustion made her arms feel like heavy chains were dragging them down.
She'd fallen so deep in her mind to focus on the pain and deal with it that she didn't even notice right away when Bayley's face was suddenly in front of her again.
"I'm so proud of you Kitten." Bayley said so happily, and Becky didn't pause for a second as a flood of relief surged through her body.
Becky didn't feel it when Bayley took the clothes off her arms and just kept them spread wide. She hadn't been told to put them down yet.
"You can put your arms down now." Bayley allowed and Becky would have collapsed on the spot from exhaustion if the other woman wasn't there catch her. Holding her with just the right amount of pressure to make Becky feel supported like she never had before. "You were such a good girl for me, and I know that was really hard. How about you come to bed with us and get some rest. What do you say Beautiful?"
Becky nodded without a thought, cradled against Bayley's chest and not caring for anything else right now. Her eyes fully glazed over and absolutely lost in the moment.
The next thing she knew was the world flying out from under her feet as she was swept up in Bayley's arms bridal style and then being set gently down on a soft mattress like she was the finest glassware and Bayley was worried she'd crack.
If Becky had half a mind right now, she'd question why she felt warm on both sides but was far too exhausted to care since it felt so good.
For the first time in more than a year Becky wasn't thinking about her title or worrying about tomorrow when she finally fell asleep.
"Goodnight Princess. Goodnight Kitten." Was the last thing she remembered hearing.
She'd be upset about it in the morning, but for now everything made sense. And that was enough.