Title: What's hers is hers part 3
Pairing: Mickie/Trish; Mickie/Candice
Disclaimer: I don't own them... any of them... and I'm not affiliated
with the WWE in anyway AND... I'm not making money doing this... lol
most people aren't even reading this...
Rating: NC-17; well later on it will be NC-17
Summary: When Trish decides to go back to the WWE... she reclaims
what's hers meaning way more than the title.

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"What's wrong baby? Candice asked Mickie who was lightly running her fingertips up and down her wine glass. She had been visibly dejected since they had left the locker room.

"Huh?" Mickie looked up at her girlfriend whose eyes were full of concern. Candice honestly wasn't as bad as she seemed on TV. In fact, she was a wonderful girlfriend who would have given the world to Mickie if it were at all possible and she was gorgeous which was an obvious plus but Mickie just couldn't get over Trish and now that Trish was back, she felt as if all of the feelings she had for the 7 time woman champion just rushed back into her in a less than kind manner.

All the time she had spent trying to forget about her ex blonde lover was obviously time wasted because upon seeing the blonde again, the feelings just came right back.

Mickie felt Candice's soft hand over hers. Candice's hands were so smooth and gentle, much softer than her own probably because of the lack of time Candice spent in the ring but still; the feeling of her hands was nice. Mickie sighed. Candice's hands, as soft and warm as they were, just weren't Trish's hands.

"Baby…" Candice paused to get Mickie's full attention before continuing to talk. "You have a title shot at backlash, you should be ecstatic not all depressed" She continued, her voice soft and soothing. Mickie sighed again.

"I know" she said, now taking Candice's hands into her own and stroking them. She loved Candice, she honestly did. Candice was the complete opposite of Trish. Where Trish was aggressive, Candice was gentle and vice versa. Mickie just couldn't decide which she liked better. Would she even have to decide? Would Trish even want her back? Mickie pondered on that question for a few seconds.

"Please baby… speak to me… tell me what's bothering you… maybe I can help." Candice pleaded her hands still within Mickie's larger ones. 'Baby', that was something Candice had called Mickie since they had started dating. It reminded her of when Trish used to call her 'babe'. Mickie turned Candice's hands over, taking time to stroke her palms. To most, it was hard to believe but Candice was usually the dominant one in their relationship. Mickie had absolutely no complaints about their relationship. Candice always took care of things and made sure she had everything and anything she needed or wanted.

Mickie turned Candice's hands once again, this time gently bring the hands to her lips and kissing each knuckle. Candice's hands were small, a lot smaller than Trish's whose hands were the same size as Mickie's. Candice seemed so fragile. Of course, she was a professional wrestler so fragile was the last word anyone would use to describe her.

Mickie forced a smile.

"I'm fine… just tired and sore" Mickie lied maintaining her smile. The waiter walked over to the table carrying their food. Mickie released Candice's hands, secretly grateful that the waiter had arrived. She knew Candice meant well but she welcomed the distraction from their conversation.

Mickie picked at her food, shuffling it around the plate. She could feel eyes on her; worried eyes that she knew belonged to her girlfriend.

"I'm just not feeling all that hungry…" Mickie said before Candice could ask. Candice nodded understandingly.

"Have I done something wrong?" Candice asked quietly looking down at her plate.

"NO… of course not… you're wonderful" Mickie said quickly. The last thing she wanted was Candice thinking that this was her fault. Mickie looked up at the girl who was avoiding eye contact. Mickie reached across the table lifting Candice's chin lightly so she could look into her eyes.

"You really are wonderful. I love you." Mickie said, leaning across the table to peck Candice lightly on her lips.

"I know…" Candice said softly. She did know that Mickie loved her; she also knew there was somebody that Mickie loved more.

They fell silent once again, Mickie picking at her food and Candice in deep though.

"Is this about Trish?" Candice asked breaking the silence.

TBC….

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