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Her frantic search had drained her, and Torrie just didn't know where else to look. She had been desperately searching for Trish for what felt like hours without any sign of the blonde. Torrie had checked every locker room, she'd checked every bathroom upstairs and down...she thought for sure when she wasn't in any of those places that she would be warming up in the ring but she wasn't there either.
"I give up." The Boise native huffed, turning around to go back the way she came. She didn't want to wait to find Trish, but it looked like she didn't have a choice. Taking her time Torrie made her way back to catering to find John, Trish would have to show up eventually.
She turned the corner and was shocked to see Trish standing there talking to him, she had been in catering the damn whole time.
"Baby," John said smiling, "We were just talking about you."
Torrie gritted her teeth, what was Trish up to? She shouldn't be hanging around John, especially by herself. Because if Torrie wasn't there to stop her, she could be telling him anything.
Her expression changed as she glued on a big smile, "Oh, only good things I hope?" She questioned, wrapping her arms around his waist as John bent down to softly kiss her hair.
"Of course." Trish responded, smiling brightly at the former nitro girl.
"Um can I talk to you for a second?" Torrie asked, directing her words at the other blonde. John sent her a questioned look, "Girl stuff."
"Of course," Trish replied, quickly following the woman out of the room.
Torrie roughly grabbed the Canadian's arm, dragging her into the nearest locker room. When she was sure they were alone she tore into the blonde. "What the hell were you trying to do in there Trish? Completely blow our cover?"
Her face spread into a wide grin, "Come on Torrie, last time I checked I was just having a friendly conversation with a co-worker."
The Boise native grabbed Trish by the shoulders, abruptly shaking her, "My god Trish, take this seriously, one slip of the tongue and he could have figured everything out."
"I think you're giving him too much credit Torr," Trish replied, unable to stifle the laugh from spilling over her lips. "What's his iq, 1.5? I was talking for him for about five minutes and it only took me that long to realise that the most going on with that guy is in his pants. And we both know I could care less about what he's got going down there."
She tapped her foot anxiously, "Not funny."
Trish jerked away from her hold smiling, "You know what I think babe." She began, stroking the side of Torrie's face tenderly, causing the other woman to close her eyes in content.
Torrie suddenly realised what was happening and pulled her hand away, "Stop that."
"I think," Trish said, ignoring Torrie's words and tucking a loose strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear, "I think that this has nothing to do with John finding out, you know our secrets safe with me...I think that you're just jealous that I was paying attention to him and not you."
"That's absolutely ridiculous."
She smirked in response, "Is it? Cause I think it's dead on, you've been missing me haven't you Torrie?" Trish asked, moving towards her, causing the Boise bell to back up.
"I- I - I ...." Torrie stuttered, fumbling with her words, then her feet as she fell back, landing on the soft leather sofa.
Trish licked her lips in anticipation, crawling on top of Torrie to straddle her, "I missed you too sexy."
The other woman tried to resist but it was no match for Trish's hot breath in her face, and her trembling lips barely touching hers, she had no choice but to give in...Reaching up and tangling her hands in the Canadian's blonde locks.
Their tongue's entwined, the moment quickly becoming heated as Trish's hands slid down between her legs, feverishly rubbing Torrie through the material.
"God I want you." Torrie panted, throwing precaution to the wind as she began to tear at the other woman's clothes, rolling the light jacket she was wearing down over her shoulders to the floor.
"Yeah?" Trish questioned, raising a seductive brow as her lips moved from her mouth trailing downward to bite at her collar bone.
"Yeah," Torrie moaned her voice heavy as she arched her back, the pleasure from Trish's fingers being too much to stand.
The Canadian made a path down her body, placing kisses from chest downward, stopping when she reached her destination to place a gentle kiss on Torrie's fly.
"I need you." Torrie groaned rolling her hips as Trish unbuttoned her jeans, sliding her hand inside them.
Trish smiled, finally Torrie wasn't holding back, she was loving every minute of it and so was she. Her hand quickly located the woman's most intimate area, causing Torrie to moan loudly again, throwing her head back in ecstasy, "Fuck ...Trish," She cursed, opening her eyes for a second to watch as the Canadian retrieved her hands to push her pants down and inch her face towards where her fingers head just been.
"Mmmm", Torrie moaned, tugging the handful of hair in her hands, "Right there." She instructed, bliss washing over her when she felt Trish's tongue run over her center, finding the sensitive bud of nerves. Her body began to shake and her breath became ragged, unable to withstand the pleasure of the prefect figure eights Trish was making with her tongue.
Torrie screamed out in pleasure....Just as the locker room door flew open.
Both women looked up in shock, fearing the worst...but not finding the eyes of John Cena, instead they were looking into the face of a stunned Chris Jericho.
"Well don't stop on my account." He said suddenly, eyeing both of them seductively.
"Don't you knock?" Trish asked, seemingly not worried about him witnessing there encounter.
He smirked, "Well this is my locker room."
The Boise bell shot him a disgusted look, pulling her jeans back up over her hips.
"Come on Torrie," Trish demanded, taking the woman's hand and pulling her up off the couch, "Let's go."
She didn't know what to do, she was absolutely confused, she couldn't just leave...what if Chris decided to broadcast this all over the place, and she couldn't risk this getting back to John. "Wait what if...what if?"
Trish gripped her hand tighter, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Don't worry Torrie he isn't telling anyone about this."
Chris placed his hands on his hips, sending her a look that read; are you out of your fucking mind? "What are you talking about Trish? This is not something you see everyday, I mean I got enough material here tonight to play the skin flute for a week, I'm telling anyone and everyone about this."
The woman's champion shuttered, "Firstly that's disgusting, I do NOT want to hear about you and how your, your...your own best friend." She told him, looking him up and down in repulsion."Secondly you won't be telling ANYONE," She said, poking a finger to his chest.... "You got that?"
He crossed his arms in an attempt to show his dominance, "And give me one good reason why not? Unless I win a personal peep show," He stopped to laugh, "Christian would like that one...anyway; unless I'm invited to one of you're little sleepovers, what's in it for me?"
Trish gritted her teeth, "What's in it for you is... I won't tell if you won't."
"What are you babbling about Patricia?"
She smiled with power, "Maybe it's time I gave you're wife a call....you do remember her don't you? You know...Jess. I've been meaning to ask her why I've been seeing the ditsy Maria coming out of your locker room all flushed and satisfied each and every Monday night, her messy hair matted to her sweaty forehead."
He looked down in defeat, "Fine your secrets safe with me, but if you ever need someone to hold the camera...call me."
"Ew." Torrie said repugnantly, walking out of the locker following quickly behind Trish.