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Chapter 5 "You couldn't get clean in that shower."

Torrie's game of stay away from Trish wasn't exactly working out like she hoped it would, their little run in this morning was proof of that, but the blonde was glad about one thing…and that was that she hadn't laid eyes on her since. It wasn't much to be thankful for really but it was something, because every moment around Trish was an uncomfortable one, especially when Torrie knew that the Canadian wanted to "lay" a whole lot more then eyes on her.

She didn't know how much longer she could deal with the whole situation, "How could I be so stupid…" Torrie said allowed, turning each dial and stepped inside the tiled shower.

The Boise native closed her eyes and enjoyed the steady stream of water flowing over her every curve. At least Trish couldn't bother her in the shower, that was her time to relax and she definitely needed it. She had just gone through a match and she was most certainly feeling the repercussions on her body. Torrie may not have been the greatest worker in the company, online columnists were quick to jump all over that fact, but it didn't change that when you took a bump; you took a bump, no mater how bad it looked it still hurt.

Sighing she grabbed the lufa that she had previously hung over the showerhead, she just needed to stop thinking about Trish and she would be fine.

"Well you look absolutely to die for soaking wet…"

Startled Torrie swung around and when she spotted the woman peaking at her she threw her arms around her body to shield her nakedness. "Trish what the hell are you doing!" The Boise native shrieked, disgusted that she was no longer alone.

"Same thing you are, looking to enjoy a little post match shower." Trish replied, a smirk emerging on her face. "Mind if I join you?" She asked, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it on the floor leaving her upper half completely unclothed.

Clawing at the shower curtain Torrie pulled it close to her, "No you can't join me, are you out of your freaking mind?" She yelled, outraged that Trish thought she could just walk in on her and she'd be up for her company.

The smirk on Trish's face grew into a wide smile, "Torrie I think you should calm down, I mean if you keep screaming like that someone is bound to come see what all the commotion is about." The blonde stopped for a moment to wink at her, "Not that I don't enjoy the sound of your screaming, because I do…I just don't think you would like anyone seeing us together like this."

Torrie didn't know what to do, Trish did have a point her yelling would make a scene…a scene she didn't want witnessed, but she wasn't just going to lie back and let Trish get whatever she wanted using idle threats. She thought about threatening her back, but she didn't have anything to use as leverage in the battle, her only option was to beg. "Trish please…" Torrie began, using her eyes to plead with the woman before her, "Can you just please get your shower and stay out of my way?"

"Sure thing."

She almost wanted to pinch herself; did Trish just say what she thought she said? It couldn't be that easy, "Thank you Trish."

"No problem." The Canadian responded, sliding off the rest of her clothes quickly, then grabbing the curtain and pushing it back to climb into the stall with Torrie.

"What are you doing?" She yelled, once again raising her voice at the Toronto native.

Trish leaned into the hot water, "I'm getting my shower," She answered, grabbing a bar of soap and sliding it across her chest. "I really need one, I'm just so dirty Torrie…filthy even."

"I meant get your own shower."

The woman's champion giggled, "No you said stay out of your way. And I will, scouts honour," She told her, placing a hand over her heart, "Unless of course you change your mind."

Torrie was about to shove her back through the curtain and onto the bathroom floor when the locker room door came open. She heard footsteps then a locker open and close, and while she was praying they would leave again she didn't hear them move anymore.

"It appears we have company…" Trish whispered, pressing a finger to Torrie's lips, "We better keep quiet."

The Boise native swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, great now I'm stuck here, she thought. Alone with Trish was the last place she wanted to be…especially naked. It only made her think even more about the night they shared together, a night that she couldn't get out of her head. Seeing Trish like this was killing her, and the worst part was that she just wanted to reach out and touch her.

It was only a perfect situation for Trish, and she was sure as hell going to take advantage of the fact that Torrie couldn't be hasty in avoiding her efforts to seduce her. "You look so fucking sexy right now." Trish said to her, continuing to hush her voice.

Leaning closer she purposely made it so that if Torrie sad a word her lips would graze her own, "I know I said I'd stay out of your way but I can't help wanting to be close to you. I can't seem to forget how good your skin felt on mine last night and it makes me curious as to how amazing it would feel right now."

Trish smiled again and brushed her fingertips down Torrie's jaw line. The Boise native shivered at the simple touch and bit her bottom lip nervously, why did it have to be so hard to resist her? It should be easy, all she should have to do is think of John to make Trish history…but she couldn't, right now the only person she could think about was the Canadian.

She continued to squeeze her eyes shut; she didn't want to see Trish standing there in front of her. It wasn't much help to her though, because she knew she was there and she knew that she was very close to her, evident by her hot breath hitting her face.

Shaking she could feel Trish's mouth gently touching hers and she couldn't fight it anymore. The next thing she knew she was kissing her and she had wrapped her arms around the woman.

Pushing her back against the wall Torrie couldn't seem to help herself, she wanted Trish and her body wouldn't let her not give in to that fact. "Mmmm." Trish moaned, sliding her hand down Torrie's slick body trying desperately to pleasure her without making too much noise in the locker room.

Arching her head back Torrie tried not to moan as Trish continued to tease her, she had to remember to stay quiet if she didn't want to get caught.

"Hey Trish you in there?"

She knew that voice, "Shit." Torrie cursed, pulling away from Trish.

Trish looked at her apologetically before reaching out for a towel and wrapping around herself. "Yeah Lita its me." Trish replied, stepping out of the shower to meet the Sanford native, leaving Torrie all alone.

What had she gotten herself into?