After the second day of training, Sonya and Mandy felt tired, with what felt like all of their muscles aching, and their backs absolutely killing them. But it was the good kind of exhaustion and pain that they were both used to from their past training regimes in their old disciplines.

They had gone back to the apartment as soon as they had showered and changed after training, only stopping at a store to stock up on food and cooking ingredients. All day, they had only eaten a couple of donuts each. With amount of work they were putting their bodies through, they knew that it was important to eat enough to stay healthy. For that reason, Mandy had cooked them a plentiful dinner for their first meal in the apartment.

While they sat on the couch eating, Sonya decided it was time they ought to get to know each other better. It seemed like a strange thought, given the many times they'd had sex the previous night, but that was how things had worked out. She certainly had no regrets about it.

"Where in New York are you from?" Sonya asked. "I definitely hear New York in your accent."

"You do," Mandy smiled after a mouthful of food. "I'm from Westchester County. My family lived there all my life. I have four brothers, all older than me."

"That's Italian breeding," Sonya said with a laugh.

"For sure," Mandy laughed. "How about you? How many brothers and sisters?"

"I'm the middle of three girls," Sonya said. "My youngest sister has a different dad, though. My parents divorced when I was two."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mandy said sympathetically.

Sonya responded with a smile and a bit of a shrug. "Thank you, but it's okay. It happened so early that I never knew them together. My dad moved out, but we always kept in touch. He's still on good terms with my mom, and he's always been a big part of my life. I can't pretend he's always agreed with my life decisions, but I can't say he was wrong when he disagreed with me, either. He told me he thought moving to LA to train for MMA was a bad idea. Here I am having done it, damn near bankrupt."

"But signed to WWE," Mandy pointed out. "You obviously got scouted through MMA. It's why you're here now, so it absolutely was not a failure."

Sonya smiled. "I guess you're right. Okay, your turn. Tell me about your family."

"My parents are separated as well," Mandy said sadly. "They split up a couple of years ago. The divorce isn't finalised yet. It's been very hard on my dad." Abruptly, Mandy burst into tears.

"Hey, it's okay," Sonya said, taken by surprise. She hurriedly put her plate on the floor and embraced her lover in an attempt to comfort her. "It's okay. Shhh. Don't cry," she said soothingly.

"I'm sorry," Mandy gasped, embarrassed by the unexpected flood of emotion. "It's just... I love my dad so much. I've been so close to him my whole life. He's always been there for me. Anything I've wanted to do, he's supported me. Any time I've struggled, he's been there for me. Seeing him hurting so much after mom left hurt me so much."

"Were you still living with your dad before coming to Orlando? I know you said you were working in his deli?"

Mandy pulled back from the embrace and wiped her eyes, getting herself back under control. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose it like that. I just love my dad so much."

"It's fine. You have nothing to apologise for," Sonya assured her. "Besides we all need a good cry sometimes."

Taking a deep breath, Mandy wiped her eyes once more. She spent a moment poking at her meal with her fork before she was able to continue the conversation. "Yes, I was living with my dad. I worked at his deli for a while. He built that business up from nothing. It's his pride and joy. I have to take you there one day."

"I'd be delighted to go there with you," Sonya said sincerely.

"Then we'll do it," Mandy smiled. "Whenever we get a couple of days off, we'll go up there. Not that that's going to be any time soon."

"Right," Sonya said with a smile. Now that they had reported for training, they were in it for the long haul.

Moving on from the emotional moment, they ate the rest of their meals in a comfortable silence, watching the news on TV.

Last to finish, Sonya put a bright smile on her face, wanting to reinvigorate the evening. "That was delicious, Mandy. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I don't need to tell you that Italian girls are good cooks."

"You might be," Sonya giggled. "I didn't inherit any kind of culinary ability, Italian or otherwise."

Mandy laughed. "I see how it is. You're setting out to have me do all of the cooking."

"I mean, I'll cook," Sonya shrugged. "It's whether you'll want to eat what I produce that will be the issue."

Mandy smiled, appreciating the joke.

"Well," Sonya said, getting up off the couch. "You bought the food and cooked it. The least I can do is wash the dishes."

"You'll get no complaint from me," Mandy said. Sonya offered to take her plate, but Mandy chose to get up and follow her across the room to the kitchen.

Sonya started filling the sink with water, then set about stacking up the items to be washed.

"Sonya?" Mandy said, hopping up into a sitting positon on the edge of the breakfast bar.

"Yeah?" she replied without looking away from the task at hand.

"Is it weird to you that I feel more comfortable with you already than I did in my last couple of relationships?"

Now Sonya looked at Mandy, wanting her to see sincerity in her eyes. "No, it's not. I do get why you asked, though. I'm sure some people from the outside looking in would say it was weird. But the only two people who matter are me and you. I can honestly say that I have connected with you in a way that I don't think I ever have with anyone before. Last night felt so right to me, there's no way I'm going to question it. I guess sometimes the magic just happens. Who cares about arbitrary timescales?"

"I feel exactly the same way," Mandy said. There was love in her eyes, even if it was too soon to put that emotion into words. "I feel like we've stumbled into something very special. I feel happy around you. I trust you."

"I trust you too, and you make me very happy," Sonya said. With that, she put on the pair of blue rubber gloves that Mandy had left lying next to the sink that morning and started working on washing the cutlery they had used.

Mandy hopped down off the breakfast bar and walked up behind Sonya, putting her arms around her waist.

"Mmm," Sonya purred contentedly, liking the embrace.

"There's something I want to trust you with," Mandy said softly into her ear. "I want to tell you, but I don't want you to think I'm weird."

"Unless you're about to tell me you like eating tofu, I think we'll be okay," Sonya said, making light of it to try and put Mandy at ease with whatever was on her mind.

The laugh Mandy gave was a nervous one. "No, we're safe on that one. Uh, you remember this morning when I said I thought you looked sexy in your cleaning outfit? I was serious, and it was because I kind of, uh, have a bit of a fetish for rubber gloves."

"Oh," Sonya said, a little surprised. She stopped washing up and turned around to face her lover, glancing briefly at her hands.

"You think I'm weird now, don't you?" Mandy asked sadly.

"No," Sonya replied without hesitation. "We all have our kinks and fetishes. Rubber gloves seems like quite a mild one to be honest with you. Do you know why it's a thing for you?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Mandy said, her cheeks reddening. "The first time I kissed a girl, she was a friend of mine, Abi. Abi and I had been friends for years, and I'd always had a crush on her. Like, I knew I had to be gay, I crushed on her so hard. Naturally, I never knew or expected that she felt anything in return. Then this one night her parents invited me over for dinner. After the meal, her mom said since she did the cooking, Abi could wash up, and I could help her. We got to work, and we randomly started splashing each other with water, having fun, you know? Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, we locked eyes and we just knew we were going to kiss each other. She kissed me, and she held my face in her hands. It was the first sexual experience of my life with another girl, and it's still one of the most intense in my mind. I remember everything about it, every little detail."

"And while she had her hands on your face she was wearing rubber gloves," Sonya guessed.

"Right."

"Yep, that'll do it," Sonya said. "There's nothing odd about that at all. That's how kinks start for a lot of people. I guess all I can hope is that I'm a better kisser than Abi."

Taking Mandy by surprise, Sonya cradled her cheeks in her gloved hands and passionately kissed her. In moments, Mandy was moaning in pleasure into Sonya's mouth, literally shuddering in delight.

After a thoroughly intense minute-long kiss, Sonya pulled back a little and took her hands off Mandy's face. "How was that?"

"Mind-blowing," Mandy breathed. "Fuck, you're so hot. Such a great kisser, and an amazing lover."

"Good, because there's plenty more where that just came from. Let me finish these dishes, then we can really have some fun with these gloves."

Mandy nestled against Sonya and kissed her, looking totally besotted with her. "You turn me on so much, Sonya. Leave the dishes. Let's have the fun now."

Sonya felt herself getting turned on fast, simply by how much Mandy wanted her. She did, however, have a revelation of her own to make while they were on the subject. "You're such a temptress, Mandy Rose. But since we're talking about fetishes, I guess this would be the time to talk about one of my own."

"Please do," Mandy said openly. "I'm sure it's not as weird as mine."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Sonya said after a grunt of a laugh. "One of my first girlfriends liked me to be dominant in the bedroom."

"I've already picked up on that in you," Mandy said. "It's a bit of a new thing for me, but I do like it."

"She liked me to be more dominant than you've seen so far. She enjoyed me tying her to the bed and gagging her, and keeping her that way while we had sex. As I got used to doing it, I realised I got off on it as much as she did, albeit obviously on the opposite end of the scale."

"So you're saying you would enjoy tying me up and gagging me?" Mandy asked with a hint of nervousness in her tone.

"Yeah. Even hearing you say it is a huge turn on. But of course I wouldn't want you to do it if you're not comfortable with the idea. I realise it's something a lot of people wouldn't like…"

"I said I trust you, and I meant it," Mandy cut in. "I'm happy to try it, but what happens if I don't feel comfortable? If I'm tied up and I can't talk, how would I let you know?"

"Usually if someone is tied up, they'll have what is called a safe word," Sonya explained. "If they say the safe word, their partner unties them. Clearly that wouldn't work if you're gagged, but we can apply the same principal. My ex's solution was that if she wanted to 'safe word', she would started thrashing around and making a bunch of noise. It gets the message across easily enough, believe me."

Mindful of what Sonya had said moments earlier about being turned on by hearing her talk about being tied up, Mandy put an innocent expression on her face. "And what would you tie me up with, Sonya?"

Now it was Sonya who felt herself quiver in sexual excitement. Mandy knew exactly what to say and how to say it to get a reaction. "Given the choice, I prefer to use duct tape. It restrains and gags well, without being uncomfortable. But since we don't have any, I guess I'll have to improvise."

"Who said we haven't got any?" Mandy said coyly.

"You saying we have?"

Mandy took pleasure in taking Sonya's hand and leading her out of the kitchen. "Why don't we go and see what we can find? You never know, I might have something you will like."

A/N: Special thanks to everyone who left a review on the previous chapter.

I know I have a significant number of readers who come to me for fetish sex scenes. It had been a while since I wrote a pairing into that kind of thing, so I hope those who enjoy, enjoy. :)

I guess the question for this chapter has to be how will the first kinky experience in the bedroom go? Will they both enjoy it?