The final live event of the week had happened to be in Orlando, Florida. Given that was where Sonya's apartment was, it had would have made absolutely no sense for her and Charlotte to fly out to North Carolina to spend the weekend at Charlotte's house, which had become their usual routine.
Sonya felt embarrassed to have Charlotte stay at her apartment for the first time. It was small, wasn't in great shape, and wasn't in a particularly nice part of the city. She felt sure Charlotte, with the opulent splendour she had been raised in and the gorgeous home she now owned, had never stayed anywhere like it before. But then, part of Sonya felt bad for feeling like Charlotte would consider the apartment to be below her standards. Privileged upbringing notwithstanding, there was not a snobbish bone in Charlotte's body.
"You'll have to excuse the stage of the place," Sonya said as they wheeled their travel cases up to the front door. "I've been meaning to buy myself somewhere better for a while now. Since we're not home often, I just never bothered to get around to it, you know? I can't even remember what kind of state I left it in last time I was here. With only me living here, I wasn't exactly great on staying on top of the cleaning."
"Honey, you don't have to talk like that," Charlotte said gently. "I get that when you moved here, you didn't have much money. Besides, I've been in the same situation myself when I was in college. My mom helped me decorate my place, but it still wasn't great. You should have seen me trying to get used to cleaning and cooking for myself. Looking back, it was embarrassing how little I knew."
Sonya looked at her and smiled. "Well, you are a Queen."
"Shush," Charlotte laughed. "You only get to call me Queen in a good way."
"I'll remember that for later," Sonya promised, unlocking the door to her apartment and leading the way in. "That's a relief," she commented as they walked past the small kitchen and into the living area.
"What is?" Charlotte asked. Looking around, she couldn't see what Sonya had been so worried about. Sure, the décor was a little tired and could have done with updating, and the furniture was basic. But for an apartment that had been purchased by someone moving a long way from home, without much money, what else would someone expect?
"Apparently I tidied up before I left last time. One good thing about being back, I can pack some different clothes. I've been living on the same couple of case loads for weeks."
"You have not," Charlotte laughed. "You've bought at least that much stuff new since we've been together. You've got your own wardrobe at my place."
"Be quiet, you're ruining the narrative I'm trying to push," Sonya said with a grin. Leaving her case near the kitchen, she walked over and flopped down onto the living area's single couch. It had a low wooden table in front of it. A flat screen TV was fixed to the wall opposite the couch.
"Not going to show me around?" Charlotte said as she sat down next to her girl.
"Not much to see, babe. There's a kitchen there, and bedroom and a bathroom through there," Sonya said, pointing in the appropriate directions. "Right now, I'm perfectly happy right here." Cosying up to Charlotte, Sonya kissed her on the lips.
They passionately made out for the next several minutes, loving the taste of each other and the feeling of their lips and tongues touching each other. Charlotte had absolutely no doubt that she was with the love of her life. On instinct, she made a decision. Sonya wanted somewhere better to live. Charlotte already had somewhere better, and they could share it together.
"What would you say if I suggested moving in with me?" Charlotte asked cautiously.
Sonya's eyes widened in surprise. "I'd ask if you were serious."
"I am serious," Charlotte said without hesitation. "You're wanting, as you've put it, a nicer place to live. Let's be honest, you've practically been living at my place anyway. This is more a case of making it official. I love you, and I want us to live together, Son."
Looking into the eyes of her Queen, Sonya knew that her decision was made. How could she possibly have said no? "It's impulsive, but I trust it," she said. "I love you, and I'd love to move in with you."
Charlotte beamed in delight. "I'm so excited. You make me the happiest person in the world, you know that?"
"No I don't," Sonya said, shaking her head. "It's not possible, because you make me the happiest person in the world."
The exchange would have been cringe-worthy if anyone else had been able to hear it. But right then, in that moment, the two lovers meant every word. They went back to making out, now in celebration of the plan that were now in place.
"I could sell this place," Sonya said a while later, when they stopped for breath.
"Or rent it," Charlotte added. "What matters most is that we're going to be together."
"Definitely," Sonya gasped as Charlotte nibbled at the side of her neck. "If you're whisking me away, the least you can do is help me get this place ready for sale."
"Honey, make love to me and I'll agree to anything you ask," Charlotte promised, massaging one of Sonya's breasts as best she could through her t-shirt and bra.
"Is that a longstanding promise, or does it only apply today?" Sonya breathed, feeling herself getting wet and warm in anticipation. She slowly lay down on the couch, and Charlotte moved on top of her.
"Today only," Charlotte said, now nibbling at Sonya's ear.
"Then I'll make a list."
"Not now you won't." Charlotte slipped a hand down the front of Sonya's pants and inserted a couple of fingers into her wet entrance. "Right now, you're going to do something for me."
"What's that?" Sonya gasped as she shuddered in pleasure at the sensations that were being created for her.
"Come," Charlotte instructed.
"Yes, my Queen," Sonya cried, closing her eyes and groaning in pleasure.
Within a matter of minutes, Sonya had complied with the request, soaking Charlotte's fingers and her own underwear with her fluid. "Oh my god," she gasped, breathing heavily after her orgasm.
"We're here for two days, so there's plenty more where that came from," Charlotte promised.
Sonya said nothing until she had gotten her breath back. Once she had, she wriggled out from under Charlotte, stood up and said, "Sounds good to me. Did I show you the bedroom?"
Charlotte offered her hand for Sonya to help her up. "No, but your Queen would like to see it."
"Then my Queen shall see it." Sonya helped Charlotte to her feet and led the way to the bedroom, having no intention of leaving it again for the rest of the day unless she absolutely had to.
The next morning, Sonya thought back to the previous afternoon's conversation while she made coffee. With passions not currently running so high, she wondered if Charlotte really wanted her to move in to her house, or if it had been said in the heat of the moment.
Sonya had no doubt in her mind that she would love to move in with her Queen. She was totally in love, to the point where she didn't want to spend any time away from Charlotte if she could help it. For Sonya, moving in together sounded like a dream come true. But before she could seriously start making plans, she had to be totally sure that it was what Charlotte wanted.
"Morning, beautiful," Charlotte said, slipping her arms around Sonya's waist from behind.
Sonya had been so lost in her thoughts that she jumped in surprise. "Oh, hello, Queen. I'm making coffee for us."
"I can see that," Charlotte said softly, kissing Sonya's cheek.
Sonya turned around to face Charlotte. She found the Queen breath-taking even first thing in the morning, with her nightwear on, hair a mess and no make up. She was a true natural beauty. "Babe, I need to ask you something."
"Anything," Charlotte replied easily.
"What you said yesterday about moving in? I'd love to, but I feel like I need to ask if you're certain about it. I mean, it's your home. You bought it. I wouldn't..."
"I love you, and I want it to be a home for both of us," Charlotte cut in. "There is no doubt in my mind, Sonya."
"Then there's none in mine, either. I'd be delighted to move in with you."
Charlotte smiled, then leaned in for a kiss. "I'm so happy right now."
"Me too, Queen," Sonya assured her.
They kissed for a moment before Sonya resumed making the coffee. Drinks in hand, they walked through to the living area and sat down on the couch.
"So, the question is what would you do with this place?" Charlotte asked.
"Honestly, I don't see the point of keeping it. It would need work before I'd be able to rent it, and I wouldn't get much for it anyway. I might as well sell it. What I could do is what I planned to do in time anyway: Get rid of this place and buy a better house in the area. I'd still move to Charlotte with you, but we'd have a second home in Orlando as well. I think that would be a good idea because if either of us got injured, god forbid, it would be much easier to live down here while we went through our recovery process at the Performance Center."
Charlotte sipped her coffee and nodded. "Yes, that is a good idea. It could also be a summer vacation home."
"Vacation, what's that?" Sonya chuckled, referring to WWE's demanding schedule.
Charlotte laughed. "Right. But seriously, I think a second home slash vacation home in Florida would be amazing. What if we looked in Tampa or maybe Daytona Beach? We would be only a short drive from Orlando, and the near to the coast for beaches and stuff." She paused for a second and laughed. "Listen to me spending your money for you."
"It's fine," Sonya smiled. "We're talking about building a life together. This is the kind of thing we should be discussing. I think we should concentrate on things in order, though. First I need to move out of here and in with you, then I can look at putting this place on the market."
"Sounds like a plan. Once the apartment is empty, I'll help you get it ready to be put up for sale."
"Really? Are you sure?" Sonya asked. Although she had jokingly made that demand the day before, she couldn't actually picture her Queen getting involved in DIY.
"Absolutely. I decorated the place I had before where I am now. I can't pretend I'm amazing at it, but I can paint walls and hang new curtains. I think it'll be fun for us to do it together."
Being careful not to spill her coffee, Sonya leaned in for a kiss. "I think we have a plan. We can make a start when we get back from the UK tour next week."
A/N: Special thanks to everyone who left a review on the previous chapter.
Flairville are going to officially move in together, and buy a second home. There's no doubt they are committed to each other.
Next time, WWE are in England. How do you think our group of four travel companions will enjoy their time in Lucy's home country?