Tempting the Nightmare 2
By JurassicFatt
Rhea's Pov, Hotel Room, 45 minutes later
Finally finishing up my shower, I clean off some sweat and remaining makeup from my face, then wrap a towel around myself and look through the clothes Cheree left for me. A simple blue and white t-shirt, with the words "Dakota Kai" stamped in the middle in gold cursive writing, and a pair of blue shorts I've never seen before. She must have bought these for me while I was at the house show. Grabbing the shorts, I look them over. Material is sleek and seems comfortable enough, but the hem seems short. I put on my shirt and then try them on. I should have known. These shorts, while comfy, cling to me. And I mean cling. To top it off, they barely reach mid-thigh. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice how they hug my form. I know exactly what kinds of shorts these are. She's damn crafty, I'll give her that. Checking myself out one more time, I fix my shirt and walk out of the room.
Once in the main room, I feel the cool air of the air conditioning blow against my damp hair. I notice the trays have been uncovered, the plates of food now sitting on the table. My chicken meal plate at one end, along with the fruit plate and some water, but no plate for her. Cheree is putting ice into a glass and finishing off my meal with some herbs, when she notices me staring, and my outfit.
She whistles, before smirking at me. "Mmm. I see you tried on the new pjs I got for you. They look perfect on you. Are they comfortable?" she moans out.
"I did. And yes, they are." I start, before leaning against the wall. "Where'd you get them?"
"Shirt from merch, shorts from Wal-Mart. Can you turn around, maybe give me a twirl?" she asks, before not subtly looking me up and down.
"What are you hoping to see, CG?" I ask teasingly. I may be playing her game, but that doesn't mean I can't push back a bit. She bites her lip, and I just noticed she's put on some sort of cherry gloss.
"I want to make sure there's no tags left on the back." I can see the anticipation in her eyes, but I won't give in so easily.
"I'm pretty sure there aren't any left. Unless, of course, you think I've gone blind?"
"You've had a rough couple of weeks. One could have slipped past you. It's always good to double-check. I promise, I'll be very quick and very… very… thorough." Cheree states, her eyes never leaving mine. Breathing through my nose to keep myself under control, a devious thought comes to mind. Let's up the ante, shall we?
"Okay. But on one condition." I respond, before standing up. She tilts her head, looking at me with furrowed brows. "You have to check the front for tags, too. And you can only look." Cheree's smirk turns to a look of shock. She blinks a couple of times, before nodding her head.
"Okay. Let's do it."
"Let's do it." I repeat. Cheree walks up to me, until we're only 2 ft. apart. She looks down at the front of my shorts, checking over every inch. "Maybe this will help." I suggest, before lifting my shirt over my stomach, showing off my abs. Cheree's eyes go straight to my core. I know she loves rubbing her hands over my abs, so let's see how long it takes before she jumps me. I watch as she balls her hand into a fist, and her tongue come out to wet her lips. But still, she holds strong. "I think that's enough for the front." I put my shirt back down and then turn towards the wall. I bend forwards, pushing my ass out towards her. I hear her whisper Holy fuck! Quietly giggling, I turn my head and bat my eyelashes at her. She's shaking slightly, her eyes glued to my behind. "Any tags, CG?" Looking into my eyes, I can see and feel the lust coursing through her. She is struggling right now, I can tell. She looks back down and around, her attention solely on my behind. After some time, she looks at me and shakes her head. "Alright." I stand back up and turn towards her. "Then let's go eat."
Breathing deeply, she grabs my hand and leads the way to the table. The lighting around the kitchen is dim, and a few scented candles have been placed on the table, adding a faint scent of orange to the room. I pull out her chair for her to sit, then take my own seat.
"Thanks, Rhea."
"No problem. I noticed you don't have a plate. You want to me to order something for you?"
"That's sweet of you, but I already ate, so I'm not that hungry."
"I can share mine if y-"
"It's okay, Rhea. Jeez, I'm a big girl. I can take care of my needs. I might just pick at the fruit plate. Now eat up, Saiyan." Cheree then smiles, and I can't help but smile back. Still not sure why she keeps calling me that, but I'm curious, so let's roll with it.
"Oh, alright human. I'm pretty much starving. Let me know if you want anything." I say, before digging in. Food's actually pretty good. We talked about our day, and I ask about her shoulder. She took a bad fall a couple weeks back. She's healing up and says she feels a lot better, but I still want to make sure. She goes through her phone, and we laugh at the latest memes and videos her Twitch fans sent last stream. Then I went back mostly to eating. Or trying to, if I wasn't being distracted the whole time. While she was on her phone, Cheree didn't stop her teasing. In fact, she stepped it up: every so often, she'd take a fruit like a grape or orange slice, look into my eyes and suck on it. Then she'd moan and say something like, "This fruit is so good, Rhea. Mmmm! Oh my god, it's heaven in my mouth right now." Cheree would look back at me and whisper, "Do you want a piece?"
I take a sip of ice water, grabbing at the glass with a near white knuckle grip, suddenly feeling very thirsty. I want. The. Whole. Damn. Thing! But… not just yet. I love her makeup and her hair, and I want to get that robe off of her, but I still want to win this game she started. I swirl the ice in my empty glass, staring at it. Suddenly, another devious thought comes to mind. I pour her a glass of water, wondering how to put my plan into action.
"Thank you." Cheree says sweetly.
"No problem." I say, then take a napkin and pat my head. "God, it's really hot out." I grab a piece of melon and eat it, the juicy fruit refreshing my mouth.
"I mean, the air conditioner is working pretty well. Maybe because you are eating it's heating you up. Are you overheated, Rhea?" she asks, biting her lip again. Those damn eyes… Your fucking cuteness is going to kill me, CG. *Deep breath* Stay strong.
"Yeah, I guess it's the food. But I think there's something I can do to cool off." Before Cheree can ask, I pull out a medium size piece of ice from my cup and place it in my mouth, then take another and start rubbing it over my neck and collarbone. I close my eyes, moan and suck on the ice, loud enough for her to hear. Cheree drops her phone on the table, the thud momentarily cutting through my "So good!" comment. I open my eyes and stare at her. Her eyes are moving between my mouth and my neck, and I can see she's fighting to keep her composure. I finally swallow the ice and place the other on a napkin and dry my hands, before speaking again. "Ah, much better. What's the matter, CG?"
She raises her head, locking eyes with me again. For a moment, she says nothing, continuing just to stare. Slowly, her mouth goes into a smile, and her eyes go half-lidded. I watch as she adjusts the sash on her robe, then places her arms on the table. Getting up onto her chair on her knees, she leans across the table, and the robe comes off her right shoulder, baring her smooth tanned skin. She grabs my glass and slowly plucks the last medium-size ice cube from it, the others melting into nubs. Showing it to me, she places it in her mouth, sucking on it. "Mmm! You're right, this is better. But I think you need this more than I do." she claims.
"Oh yeah? Should we get more ice, cause you took mine?!" I tease. I see her stick her tongue out at me cutely, before she pushes her chair across the floor and stands up. Cheree walks right up to me. I lean back on my chair. Cheree smiles, before pushing me back further with her right hand and straddling my lap, placing one leg on either side of me. I put my hands on her hips, just placing them there to keep her steady. We both stare into each other's eyes, as Cheree brings our faces close.
"Don't need more." she says, then shows me the ice still on her tongue. Our foreheads against one another, Cheree pulls back and looks at my lips, then tilts her head to one side and slowly moves her face towards me. Then, she whispers, her breath against my lips. "Open your mouth."
I do as I'm told, and Cheree closes the distance, locking lips with me. We both moan as her cool tongue pushes the ice into my mouth and starts to play with mine. She tastes of melon and that cherry gloss on her lips. As the ice melts, I put one hand on her back as my other one grabs her ass. She moans again and cups my face. We keep kissing for a bit, before separating and catching our breath. Staring at each other, the two of us hug and start to giggle uncontrollably.
"Feel better?" she asks in between giggles.
I nod. "Much better. Neat trick, Evie." She rolls her eyes and plays with my hair. I run my arms up and down her back, before grabbing her ass with both hands.
"HM! Rhea!" I laugh at Cheree's outburst, but keep my hands on her backside. She shakes her head at me. "You're so bad!"
"You've been teasing me all day, CG. You had this coming."
"You teased me too!"
"You started this!"
"No, you did with your leather-kinis!"
"Is that what you're calling my ring gear? A leather-kini?"
"Yes." I lift one hand and push and tickle her armpit, causing her to laugh and move around in my lap. "*Gasp* Rhea! Hehehehe! Ah! Stahp, Rhea, hehehe! Hahaha!"
"Ready to give up?" She nods, and I stop my attack. As she catches her breath, I peck her lips and hug her in my arms.
"You arsehole."
"Thanks, I try." I say, before laughing.
"Not funny".
"I'm sorry."
"You should be… Damn, I've missed this." Holding her in my arms, I feel Cheree's hands trace patterns on my shoulders and neck, and the soft fabric of her robe against me.
"I have too. Cheree, I, I'm sorry about everything. About being so busy I barely get to spend time with you anymore. About ignoring you on those days where we get to hang out." She pulls back and looks into my eyes.
"Rhea-"
"I mean, you're always there for me when I need you, but I don't do the same for you."
"Rhea-"
"And you deserve better than to-" I continue, before Cheree covers my mouth with her hand. She smiles at me, then removes her hand and speaks.
"Rhea, this is just part of the job. We knew what we were signing up for, especially in the E. With us being on different brands, this was bound to happen. I know you're working so hard, and I couldn't be prouder. Yes, you shouldn't push yourself to death, but I can't blame you for wanting to do your very best. You know I feel the same way when I need to go to the performance center and try to make NXT the most awesome show, and you're stuck waiting for me. Or when I'm too tired after Takeover to go out for date nights."
"Still. I should make more of an effort to Facetime with you, at least once a day."
"You are a hard worker. I respect that. It's one of the things I admire about you the most. You're one of the best damn wrestlers in this division, and you show it every time you lace up those boots." I can't help the blush that comes to my face. "Oh, look at you blushing! The big bad Rhea, blushing from the wee Kiwi."
"Oh, shut up!" I tell her teasingly, as she laughs at me.
"Rhea, I love you. You're the cockiest tomboy I've ever met. And yeah, you can be an arsehole." Cheree states. I look down for a second, but she puts her hand underneath my chin and lifts it so we make eye contact. "But you're also the sweetest, most caring cuddle bug I've ever met. My rock, Demi. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms. Now, I can't keep you away from your dream, nor do I want to. But, maybe we can schedule something into our calendars? Something easy, like an online activity the two of us can enjoy for when we go to different cities. I was thinking a weekly Jackbox Party game or something, plus our Facetime sessions. That way, we're still hanging out, even when we're apart. Or we could just schedule in more Facetime sessions. I always like seeing your stupid face."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." I bury my face in her neck for a second.
"… Your face is stupid." I say jokingly. She pulls away, looking at me with wide eyes.
"How dare you, you little shit! I'll have you know this Kiwi is better looking than most. I'm the hottest girl in this division."
"Now you're starting to sound like Carmella."
"Oh, am I?" she then starts running her hands through her hair. "I'm the most beautiful woman in all of WWE. Isn't that right, Corey." she says in a high-pitched American accent.
"That's right!" I say, trying to mimic him… but to no avail. "Ugh, that was so bad!"
"Not... not too bad."
"Really?" I question.
"Yeah, it was pretty bad." I roll my eyes. "If I'm being honest, though, you're a lot better looking than Corey." she says, playing with my hair again.
"Yeah. Well, as far as I'm concerned, Mella's got some competition. Especially with those eyes of yours." Cheree blushes and giggles. I cup her face with one hand, running a thumb over her cheek, before kissing her again. "You know… I still don't know what my surprise is."
Her giggles stop, and her eyes go dark as she chews on her cherry glossed lips. She gets off my lap and blows out the candles, before turning back to me. "Why don't I show you in the bedroom? It'll be much easier in there."
I get up from my seat and walk up to her. "I'll lead the way." I tell her, before grabbing her by the bottom and picking her up. Cheree gasps, then laughs, wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.
"Lead on, peasant!"
"Peasant? Oh, you're going to pay for that."
She bites her lip. "Can't wait."
Author's Note: Hey everyone. Hope you're doing okay. Another chapter, just for stress relief. It has been a heck of a month. Like I said, a few more hurdles to the home stretch, and then I can focus on my stories again. Until next time, enjoy yourselves!
Please do review if you can. It shows me people enjoy my stories, which is always nice. Thanks again for reading and have a great day!
