Title: What's hers is hers part 7
Pairing: Mickie/Trish; Mickie/Candice; Candice/Victoria
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. WARNING: THERE IS NC-17 MATERIAL IN THIS CHAPTER

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Mickie moaned, her chest heaving with every breath she took. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands clutching onto the sheets beneath her. Slick digits gently pumped in and out of her most intimate area going deeper with every thrust and curling, deftly massaging her g-spot before withdrawing and starting the process over. Nimble fingers caressed her thigh while a dexterous tongue darted back and forth across her swollen clit. Mickie's hips rose to meet every thrust, drawing the two slender digits further inside her.

"Oh--My--God" Mickie muttered, biting her lower lip to try to restrain from moaning too loudly. She opened her eyes looking at the blonde between her legs whose eyes met her with a sultry stare.

"Mickie… MICKIE!!" Mickie opened her eyes, instantly meting the worried stare of her girlfriend. "You were having a bad dream baby…" Candice said lightly running her fingers over Mickie's cheek. "Are you okay?" Candice asked, feeling Mickie's head for any signs of fever or sickness. Mickie nodded. "I'm gonna go get you some water, okay?" Candice said receiving another nod from Mickie in response.

Mickie buried her head in her pillow waiting for Candice to return. That was definitely Trish in her dream doing some definitely more than friendly things to her. Mickie exhaled. This was a lot harder than it seemed.

Candice returned with a glass of cold water handing it to her girlfriend.

"Are you sure you're okay? She asked worriedly.

"I'm fine…" Mickie said smiling weakly at her girlfriend and sipping the glass of water. "Just a bad dream" Mickie assured her. Mickie put the glass down on her bedside table and gave Candice a quick peck on her lips. She hated when Candice looked at her worried like that. "I love you" Mickie said. She wondered if she was truly saying it because she meant it or because she needed to reassure herself of it. "I'm fine now… come back to bed…" Mickie said patting the empty side of the bed. Candice obliged shutting off the lamp she had turned on and returning to her side of the bed.

Candice kissed Mickie on her forehead, wrapping her arm around her lover. Mickie sighed inhaling the scent of Candice. She smelled of expensive perfume. It was a gentle scent but still much different from how Trish smelled. Mickie snuggled into Candice's body resting her head gently on Candice's shoulder. She sighed unable to settle back into sleep. She maneuvered herself placing a gentle kiss on Candice's shoulder blade and then one of her collarbone and another on the exposed skin of her breast. She began planting soft kiss all over Candice's neck.

"Mick… what are you do—"

"Shhh" Mickie cut her off brining their lips together in what was at first a dry kiss. Mickie deepened the kiss resting her body upon Candice's.

It was a bit uncharacteristic of Mickie to take the lead during their love-making and she could feel Candice fighting for dominance beneath her. Candice's hands began to roam over Mickie's body taking control of the situation but Mickie grabbed them and pinned them above her head letting Candice know full well of her intentions. Mickie reattached their lips forcefully running her tongue over Candice's bottom lip. Candice parted her lips greeting Mickie's tongue with the tip of her own. Mickie moaned into the kiss. That was one thing Trish and Candice had in common, they were both very unpredictable when it came to love-making.

Mickie released Candice's hands silently warning her not to move them, a request to which Candice silently agreed, keeping her hands placed above her head even after Mickie had released them. Mickie kissed a path down Candice's neck, every now and then darting her tongue out to taste the flesh. She knew Candice's body… She liked Candice's body… she knew how to please it… She was 100 satisfied with Candice's body until Trish had returned. She unclasped Candice's lacy black bra wondering for a few seconds if it was a new bra. Candice relaxed her arms placing them at her sides as Mickie slowly slid her bra straps down her shoulders, tossing it aimlessly over her shoulder once the bra was completely off. She kissed around the flesh of Candice's nipples before taking one into her mouth, nipping at the small bud. Candice gasped at the sudden contact. Mickie continued nipping and occasionally biting at the bud before moving to the next nipple and doing the same. She knew what Candice liked and what she didn't. She knew the difference between her moans of approval and her whimpers of anticipation.

She continued kissing a path down Candice's abdomen feeling Candice's body writhe beneath her fingers and lips. She slid her hands down Candice's sides feeling the warmth of her smooth skin.

She could remember the first time she and Candice made love. It felt right then because Trish was gone and she didn't think she'd ever be back. Why couldn't it feel right at that moment? Why couldn't it feel like she and Candice were meant to be?

She continued her path reaching Candice's panties. They matched the bra that Mickie had thrown somewhere. Mickie slowly removed the underwear, tossing them over her shoulder as well. She kissed Candice's inner thighs receiving a stifled moan from her lover. Mickie couldn't help but think that she really didn't deserve Candice. Not one bit. Candice was sweet, caring, beautiful, charming, everything anybody could ever want in a lover but Mickie was just deeply in love with somebody else. Somebody she wasn't even sure still wanted her. Candice deserved someone who could give her the attention she needed. Someone who could devote all of themselves to her and treat her like the goddess she was.

Mickie slowly inserted a finger into Candice's opening causing her to moan. She wanted to concentrate on pleasuring Candice. She thought pleasuring Candice would actually make her concentrate on Candice but Trish was still on her mind. She inserted another finger thrusting them in and out of Candice's womanhood. Wetness coaxed her fingers as she continued her penetration. Candice's hips bucked forward matching the rhythm of each and every thrust. She wanted to make Candice feel good. She wanted to make Candice feel loved and wanted. She wanted to forget about Trish and give Candice all the love and attention she deserved. She truly wanted Candice. She wanted to make it work; she wanted to make it feel like they were meant to be.

Mickie picked up her pace planting soft kisses on the flesh above her fingers. Candice panted, clutching onto the bed sheets as ecstasy washed over her. She felt Mickie withdraw her fingers and crawl up next to her resuming their previous position, with her head resting on Candice's shoulder. Candice ran her hands through Mickie's hair.

"I love you…" Mickie said for the second time for that night. She really didn't know if she was saying it because she meant it or because she felt she had to say it to believe it. She hoped it was because she meant it.

"I love you too baby…" Candice said still running her fingers soothingly through Mickie hair. She knew something wasn't quite right with her girlfriend but decided it would be best to press that issue another time.

Candice drifted off into sleep, her arms wrapped protectively around Mickie's waste. Mickie sighed, still unable to sleep. She just couldn't wrap her head around the whole situation. Why all of a sudden it just didn't feel right anymore. She loved Candice's body, the way it felt, the way it moved, and the way it smelled; she loved Candice's mind, their conversation, and their relationship but why couldn't it just feel right? She had to make it feel right. She was determined to make it feel right again.

TBC….

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