Hey guys, back with another chapter in this twisted fanfic that I've conjured up in my head, this one is in Trish's pov pretty much, still third person, but more her thoughts then anyone else's. Just thought I'd give you a heads up, enjoy lovelies! And as always keep those glorious reviews coming, I really appreciate everyone of them AND as an added incentive they do make me update faster…I live to please lol.

Chapter 8: She was winning.

Trish couldn't contain the huge grin on her face as she strolled into the hotel room with the Idaho native following behind her, it wasn't exactly the situation she wanted to be in with Torrie and a hotel involved…but it would just have to do for now.

"I have to admit," Trish began, looking around the room and laying her purse on the nearest end table, "I'm rather surprised that you didn't put up much of a fight about letting me in here, and were even alone."

The other blonde tapped her foot anxiously, "What do you mean? It's not like I had much of a choice with you threatening to blab about our extra curricular activities to anyone on the roster with a ear near by."

Smirking Trish took a seat on the leather sofa and crossed her legs, it was cute that Torrie decided to label their between the sheets, or sometimes bathroom time as extra curricular activities. "You always have a choice Torrie, let's not forget that." She shot back, staring at the bombshell before her.

Torrie's arms once again folded over her chest in deliberation, obviously questioning in her own mind what Trish really wanted. But before the buxom woman had a chance to ask for herself the women's champion had cut her off.

"Speaking of having a choice…" She trailed off, standing to remove her light jacket, "It seems your loving boyfriend has made the choice not to join you this evening. That's not very good of him now is it?"

Once again Torrie tried to speak up but was silenced by Trish's finger hitting her lips, "We're better off with out the big dumb oaf around anyway…"

The Boise bell slapped Trish's hands away, "Knock it off Trish."

Her resistance only made the vixen smile, "I love how fast you are to defend him," She said sarcastically, instantly picking up on the fact that Torrie didn't pick up for John. She simply wanted the contact broken, which was only a sign that the small touch was driving her crazy.

Torrie's eyebrows lowered, and she began to once again tap her foot…only this time in anger.

"Calm down Torrie, I didn't come here to attack your doting man. In fact I didn't even come here to watch you sweat like you were out in the hallway at the thought of someone knowing your secret." She stopped momentarily and rubbed her jaw in thought. "Although I do have to admit I love the way you look when you glisten like that…yeah I do enjoy making you all sticky."

"Cut to the chase Trish." She spat, sick and tired of the dumb witty banter Trish was feeding her.

Trish adored her fiery spirit, "Well if you'd let me finish beautiful…" She commented, tucking loose hair away from the blondes face.

"Fine continue…" Torrie told her, not budging a single inch. She just wanted to get it over with.

Trish walked around the woman until she was strategically standing behind her, her hands finding Trish's shoulders. "I came here to apologize."

Torrie looked absolutely bewildered, was Trish actually being sincere and actually saying sorry for her behaviour? "You did?" She asked softly.

"That I did," She responded, kissing Torrie's shoulder as she rolled off her coat. The woman didn't move at the lip to skin contact, which could be good or bad for the Canadian. "I really wanted to say sorry about Lita interrupting us."

Trish's statement was genuine, although it didn't have the kindest intentions behind it. She was upset that their "moment" was ruined but she also didn't want Torrie thinking that anything other then friendship was going on between her and the red head.

And while she wasn't a monogamous woman, and even if she didn't owe Torrie any form of explanation she felt like telling her she was sorry. Because it always bugged her when people jumped to the conclusion that Lita was anything more then her best friend.

They had been best friends for years in fact, two peas in a pod really…they were close in the kind of way that made people wonder if something else really was going on between them. But there honestly wasn't, and there never had been anything going on. For that matter there never would or could be.

Lita was completely on the straight and narrow, she was the one girl she couldn't have and it was surprising not an allure for once. Because even if someone claimed to be "straight" (Sort of like young Miss Wilson) it rarely stopped Trish from luring them into her bed like a gorgeous butterfly trapped in a spiders web.

This way though, Lita having no sexual connotations attached her made a friend who she could really be true with. She finally had someone who she could confide in and trust with nothing else holding her back.

"That's it?" Torrie questioned, "Your not apologizing for the way you've been acting."

Trish laughed, "Of course not…why on earth would I do that?"

"Cause your sorry?"

She smiled back at the woman, "Well I'm not sorry. I'm glad I've been this way with you…it's really paid off great."

Another familiar sound escaped Torrie's lips, a blood curling shriek.

"No need to scream for no reason sweetness, there is a bed over there…I'd be more then happy to make your screams pleasant ones."

"Stop!" Torrie commanded angrily.

Trish couldn't resist the urge to wink, "I can't help but think you don't want me to."

The Canadian made Torrie more frustrated then she had ever been her life, "Of course I do Trish." She retorted, her face hot with anger.

"Really Torrie? Because I think you like it. You can stop pretending you know? I'm not going to tell John about us. And face it, I know you like it…it was very apparent in the shower, you cant go back on giving in without the influence of alcohol. So come on Torrie I'll leave right now if you just admit to me that you like what I do to you, in fact you need to admit that you like me." She commanded, dying to hear it from the blonde…it would give her satisfaction beyond any orgasm she had ever had.

After all this was just a game, playing with Torrie's mind, ruining things between her and John it was all just for fun. Mind you the mattress wrestling was definitely an added bonus.

"Then you'll leave?" Torrie pressed, eager to get rid of the woman before her.

She was really going to do it. The Canadian thought, this was it…the real beginning. Trish nodded at her.

"Fine," Torrie began, "I admit it, I like you."

A massive smile engorged Trish's face, "That's all I needed to hear." She told her, heading for the door, "See you real soon sexy."

She couldn't be more thrilled with herself, after all…She was winning.