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fashion killa - swerveintyre

(swerve strickland x drew mcintyre)

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first swerveintyre fic yay! i don't know how to write men at all so i just chose to yurify them because it is my right. swerve is a fashion designer + boutique owner and drew is her late night walk-in client. also i dont care that they're in different companies and have never interacted they are meant to be in ways that i cannot explain. anyways enjoy my darlings <3

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wc: 3.7k

tags: tension, unresolved sexual tension, fem swerve strickland/drew mcintyre, useless lesbians, lots of flirting, kinda rambled at the end sorry

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It was forty-five minutes until closing and Swerve Strickland was lounging around her boutique alone. She finished serving what seemed to be her final customer of the night, a middle aged man looking for an anniversary gift for his wife. It was one of Swerve’s self-designed pieces, as they all were. A midi length dress the color of the midnight sky, with fine glitter mimicking the stars. It was one of her tamer designs but she expected nothing more from the kind eyed man purchasing the gift.

Swerve gets up from her spot on the plush lounge chair near the fitting rooms and makes her way to the back of the store to her office. She walks in and shuts the door behind her, immediately taking off her large fur coat and tossing it onto her office chair, leaving her in a sheer black top, burgundy bell bottoms, and matching fur boots. She picks up her purse and rummages inside for her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She was attempting to quit but after the long day she’s had, she felt that she deserved it.

She places a cigarette between her lips, her lipstick leaving a maroon ring around the tip of it as she strikes her lighter and holds it to the butt, cupping the flame with her other hand. Swerve inhales deeply, the heat of the smoke traveling down to her lungs, warming her from the inside out. Balancing the cigarette between her ring-clad fingers, she pulls it from her mouth and exhales slowly. Smoke billows around her head, almost like a halo as she reflects on the day she’s had. Placing the cigarette back between her lips she grabs the notepad on her desk and a pen, jotting down a couple notes to come back to the following day.

Before she’s able to finish writing down her thoughts, she hears the familiar twinkle of the bell that adorns the front entrance to the store. “Who the hell shows up to a boutique 30 minutes before they close?” Swerve mutters to herself, annoyed.

“Hello?” a woman’s voice calls out from the front. Her thick Scottish accent slices through the air like a sword. Swerve quickly puts out her barely used cigarette sadly and throws her fur coat back on before walking out to greet the woman, praying that she wouldn’t take too much out of her evening.

“Hi there, welcome to Swerve’s House! How can I help you tonight?” Swerve begins. Her greeting spills from her mouth like she’s on autopilot as she smooths her hands over the ponytail her locs have been swept into, words trailing off slightly when she lays eyes on the woman in her store.

It’s safe to say Swerve has never seen anyone like Drew before. Her raven hair reaches past her strong shoulders. Her jeans do little to hide the sheer girth of her thighs while abs of steel threaten to tear through her white tank top that appears about 2 sizes too small. Scuffed black boots adorn her feet and a leather jacket hangs over one of her forearms, allowing Swerve to appreciate her defined biceps. Drew is fiddling with the hem of one of the tops on display when Swerve walks in, her smooth voice compelling her to stop what she’s doing and turn around. She takes in Swerve’s appearance with an unreadable expression, blue eyes slowly analyzing every single inch of her.

“Hey um… sorry I know it’s late n’all but I was wonderin’ if I could maybe get a quick fitting. If not, I totally understand.” Drew asks almost sultrily, although it doesn’t sound like she’s trying to be. Her accent has Swerve woozy as she digs her stiletto nails into the palm of her hand to keep her composure.

“Sure, it’s no problem at all.” Swerve answers, finding herself looking anywhere but at Drew. She takes a breath and reaches up to take off her sunglasses, forcing herself to make eye contact. “I’m Swerve.” She introduces herself steadily, walking over and reaching her hand out for a handshake. Drew doesn’t look down at her extended hand and just observes her for another moment, her gaze sending a shiver up Swerve’s spine.

“I’m Drew. It’s nice to meet you, Swerve.” Drew finally replies, grasping Swerve’s hand with her calloused one and shaking it slowly yet firmly. Her eyes trail down Swerve’s figure one last time, lingering on the cleavage spilling from the v-cut in her top before meeting back at her dark eyes.

Swerve can feel her hand start sweating so she pulls away from the handshake which she decided had lasted long enough anyway. She clears her throat before asking, “So what exactly are you looking to get fitted for?” She places her glasses into the neckline of her top and takes her jacket off once more, tossing it behind the counter before turning back to Drew with her hands on her hips.

“Well, I’m a personal trainer and I’m hoping to get a new athletic set or two. The ones I got are fine but I’m pretty picky and they don’t satisfy me the way I’m sure you can.” Drew replies, head tilted downward slightly so she can make eye contact with her. Even in heels, Swerve still can’t quite match Drew’s impressive height.

Swerve’s eyebrows raise slightly, intrigued. Drew had been in her store for less than 10 minutes and she was already flirting with her? A small smile tugs at her lips at the prospect, welcoming that familiar warmth swells her chest as she regains her confidence once more. “Personal trainer, huh? Now isn’t that interesting?” Swerve smiles, tooth gems glinting in the light. “Well you’ll be happy to hear that we can help you in any way that we can. Our athletic wear is very popular.” She remarks as she walks behind the checkout counter, grabbing some measuring tape out of a drawer and draping it over her neck. She pokes around the drawer for a moment longer until she retrieves her prescription lenses and a small notepad with a pen to record Drew’s measurements. Normally, Swerve wouldn’t take fittings this late but she was more than willing to make an exception for Drew.

“If you wanna follow me into our fitting room I can help you out. I don’t mind staying late for you.” Swerve says as she leans against the doorway leading to the fitting rooms, playing with the end of the measuring tape. Her dark eyes danced with a hint of mischief and her voice wrapped itself around Drew’s brain like a boa constrictor, making her slightly lightheaded. It orchestrated itself in a way like a puppeteer controlled a marionette. Drew had known this woman for only a few moments but was willing to follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. She nods, not trusting her voice to reveal her true desires. She walks past Swerve and into the fitting room, sneaking a quick glance over to her, heart beginning to pound when she notices Swerve’s brown eyes searing into hers.

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The fitting room was complete with an entire wall of floor to ceiling mirrors, a velvet chair, and an elevated circular platform where the client would stand as they were being fitted. There was an area off to the side that was closed off with a curtain, which Drew assumed people could change in and out of their clothes if need be. Swerve walks in behind her and puts her glasses on, a fashionable plum shade with large square frames, before fidgeting with the light switch until they reach her desired brightness. As she does, she turns her head back to look at Drew, locs swinging as she does. “You can set your jacket down on the chair if you’d like until we’re finished. It shouldn't take long.” Swerve says.

Drew obliges and sets her leather jacket down. She crosses her large arms and turns back to face Swerve who’s already looking at her with a hungry glint in her eyes. It wasn’t just Drew that excited her, it was the prospect of being able to create something new out of a couple numbers. The idea of seeing Drew in clothes that she made herself, god… the feeling was indescribable. Swerve takes a deep breath and wards off any impure thoughts that had plagued her. She was with a client and she needed to conduct herself with professionalism, no matter how attracted she was to her.

Swerve clears her throat and adjusts her glasses before saying, “Now before we get started, I am gonna have to ask you to strip down to your underwear and bra. It just makes the process easier for me when there isn't any stray fabric in the way. And I’m sure you want as perfect of a fit as possible.”

Drew smirks and rolls her eyes playfully, which Swerve is sure makes her legs buckle slightly. “If you wanted to see me naked you could’ve just asked, ya know.” Drew teases, uncrossing her arms and reaching for her belt buckle. Swerve feels her neck heat as she watches her undo it.

“Oh, there’s a changing room over there…” Swerve begins, voice trailing off as she watches Drew's large fingers drag her zipper down slowly.

“I think I’m alright, thanks though babe. Like you said, this should be quick.” Drew replies, a smile tugging at her lips and prominent in her voice. Swerve isn’t sure where to look as Drew pulls her jeans off, revealing her gray boxers and strapping thighs. Swerve eventually decides to reach into her back pocket and flip through her notepad for a blank page, desperate for some sort of a distraction before she loses her mind completely. She writes the date and Drew’s name at the top of the page, glancing up when she’s finished to be met with the sight of Drew tossing her tank into the pile of her clothes on the floor next to her.

“Ready?” Swerve asks, thanking whatever divine power had ensured her voice would sound stronger than she felt at the moment. Drew looks at her, pushing her hair out of her face. “Sure am.” she replies, accent sounding like velvet.

Swerve nods and directs her to the platform in the middle of the room. “If I could just have you stand right there, I’ll be able to get started.” she says pointing to the X in the center and pulling the pen out from her pocket, sticking it behind her ear adorned with various piercings that twinkled with each step.

Drew follows her directions obediently, replying with a quiet “yes ma’am” and Swerve isn’t sure if her lack of clothing is what debilitated her confidence. Not that there should’ve been any reason considering Drew had a build rivaling that of a Greek God’s, but regardless it was endearing. Perhaps now Swerve would be able to actually do her job without any flirty remarks in her ear every minute.

Drew positions herself in front of Swerve on the platform, now towering over her even more since it added about 3 inches to her already staggering height. Swerve found herself conveniently face to face with Drew’s sports bra.

Great, she thinks to herself, swallowing deeply. She steps back a bit and makes slight adjustments to Drew’s posture and stance. Her fingers were feather-light, like the kisses of an angel, but for some reason Drew felt as if she was burning with every touch. When Swerve was finally satisfied, she nodded to herself confidently and grabbed the measuring tape from around her neck. She found herself back in that mode she was always in when taking on a new project.

She begins by measuring Drew’s waist, glancing up at her every time her fingers brushed over her stomach. Poor Drew looked like she was holding her breath the entire time, eyes wide almost in awe. Swerve laughs to herself internally as she records her measurements.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen she thinks to herself, amused.

Swerve moves onto her thighs, positioning herself on her knees on the floor in front of Drew so she’s more comfortable. Drew looks down at her and swears she feels the room start spinning. Out of all boutiques she could’ve chosen she had to choose the one with an owner that looked like an angel sent straight from heaven? Swerve wraps the measuring tape around her thigh, taking note of the impressive size. She decides that just measuring her in silence isn’t doing anything to help either of their nerves so she starts some small talk.

“So what specifically are you looking to get made?” Swerve asks, peeking up at her.

“Uh well, I’m not really sure. Like I said, I’m a personal trainer so obviously athletic gear. I dunno, maybe some shorts and a jacket or two? Maybe a sweatshirt as well.” Drew answers, feeling much calmer now. She was positive that if she had to sit through the rest of the fitting in silence with Swerve’s hands all over her she would’ve done something drastic.

Swerve nods along respectfully, reaching up to grip Drew’s hips so she can shift her position slightly before she measures them. “What made you get into personal training?” She asks, reverting back into her automated lineup of questions she asked every client as her mind was preoccupied with designs and ideas based on Drew’s answer.

“I mean I’ve been a fitness junkie my whole life, obviously.” Drew begins, hands motioning to her physique until Swerve snaps her head back up at her, a serious expression clouding over her features.

“Don't move.” She reprimands before returning to her original task. Drew returns her hands to her sides, mumbling a soft “sorry” under her breath. Swerve disregards her apology, grabbing her notepad to put down another measurement. “Keep going.” she remarks.

Drew’s heart is pounding, no one has been that stern with her since she was still in school. It almost turns her on, the way Swerve’s voice cracked through the air like a whip. Drew takes a breath and continues where she left off.

“Yeah so I’ve been into fitness my whole life, and so I decided to make a livin’ out of it. Now I get to improve my physical condition and other people’s at the same time.” She states, eyes following Swerve as she rises to her feet, finished with Drew’s lower body.

“I’m not sure how much more improvement needs to be made, I mean look at you.” Swerve comments, admiring her as she threads the tape through her fingers, preparing to measure Drew’s upper body.

Drew smiles sheepishly. “There's always improvement to be made.” she responds, the tips of her ears heating. She looks down at Swerve, gaze softening when she sees the small smile on her face. A voice in the back of Drew’s head compels her to tell Swerve how beautiful she is but she shuts it down, fearful that it would make her uncomfortable. Instead she chooses to get lost in her eyes, which isn’t much easier of a task. A milkyway of various shades of brown makes up Swerve’s iris, eyes encapsulated in feathery eyelashes and slightly smudged eyeliner. Drew wanted nothing more than to be consumed by her. To be used and picked apart and put back together again by her nimble fingers.

Swerve chuckles. “Whatever you say, sugar.” she says, charmed by Drew’s answer. “Well, if I could have you step back a bit so I can stand up there with you. It’s a bit hard to measure your upper body when you’re half a foot taller than me.” she says as she smiles up at Drew and so do the stones encrusted onto her teeth.

Drew complies and steps back as far as she can in order to make room for her. Swerve steps up, heels thumping with each move. She and Drew are nearly chest to chest before she attempts to step back a bit and give them both some space. Swerve stumbles as her heel catches over the ledge, almost falling to the floor before Drew reaches out to catch her.

“Shit, sorry about that.” Swerve apologizes, slightly embarrassed. Her glasses have slid to the tip of her nose from her trip, making Drew’s heart warm at how sweet she looked all flustered like this.

“No need to apologize. Are you okay?” Drew asks after helping her regain her footing. She finds herself still holding Swerve close despite her now being on level ground. Drew releases her quickly, cursing herself internally.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for that.” Swerve laughs softly, pushing her glasses up. Drew laughs lightly with her but her arms ache to have Swerve back in them. She soon feels them being tapped and snaps out of her daydream to register its Swerve signaling for her to hold them out. Swerve measures her wingspan, careful not to trip again, and makes note of her computations. All while Drew is committed to registering every single one of Swerve’s features to her memory. If she’s never this close to her after this moment, she wants to make sure she remembers the dip of Swerve’s collarbone, the depth of her skin, the sweetness of her scent. Drew needed to remember it all.

Finally, Swerve had reached her final step: Drew’s chest. “Last bit.” She says softly, fingers pressing against the muscle of Drew’s shoulder as she holds the end of the measuring tape against it. She grazes her hand across the skin of Drew’s chest, leaving behind a searing trail as she slides her hand over to her other shoulder and lays the tape against it. “40.5 centimeters. Impressive.” Swerve announces before finally stepping down from the platform. She scribbles the number and some extra notes into her notepad before tucking it back into her back pocket.

“Well, I guess we’re done.” Drew comments, feeling a bit awkward after being in such close contact with her.

Swerve nods and takes off her glasses and folds them up. “We are.” She confirms, feeling a bit disappointed herself. “I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and I’ll have my contact information ready by the time you’re done.” She says while taking Drew in while she’s still in minimal clothing for what probably would be the last time. Swerve turns on her heel and walks out of the fitting room, granting Drew the privacy she had promised.

Drew stands there for a moment after Swerve leaves, eyes still on the door she walked out of. She sighs to herself before reluctantly stepping off of the platform and walking to her pile of now wrinkled clothes. She slowly begins to redress herself but her mind is inhabited by Swerve the entire time. Drew had just refastened her belt when Swerve walked back in with a scrap of paper in her hand.

“Sorry, we’re out of business cards but I figured this would do.” Swerve says apologetically. She hands Drew the piece of paper, swearing a part of her comes alive when their fingers brush one last time.

“Thanks.” Drew replies before she remembers something. “Oh I should probably give you my contact information too, shouldn't I?” she asks, tucking the paper into the back pocket of her jeans. Swerve nods in agreement. “Yeah, sure thing.” she says as she beckons for Drew to follow her back to the front.

Swerve tears a piece of paper and retrieves a pen, placing both in front of Drew at the checkout counter. Drew writes her name and phone number before handing it back to Swerve. Swerve glances at it quickly before tucking it into her own pocket. Drew McIntyre. The name bounced around her head relentlessly from that point forward. “Thank you for stopping by.” Swerve tells her.

“Thanks for taking me. How much do I owe you for the fitting?” Drew asks, reaching into her coat pocket for her wallet before Swerve stops her.

“You don’t owe me anything, don't worry about it. I’ve got all I need.” Swerve assured her with a grin.

“Are you sure? It’s really no trouble at all.” Drew insists, feeling guilty that she had walked in this late with no appointment and was about to leave without providing her with any sort of compensation.

“I’m positive.” Swerve affirms, her smile never fading. “It was nice to meet you, Drew McIntyre. I’ll keep in touch in regards to your designs.” She promises.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Swerve Strickland.” Drew replies, a smile of her own forming on her face. “I assume you’re heading out after this, no?” She asks.

Swerve nods. “I am, I just need to grab my stuff from the back and lock up.” she answers. “Why, you wanna walk me out?” she smirks.

“That is, if you wouldn’t mind.” Drew says, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully.

Swerve’s heart warms as she agrees, telling Drew to stay there while she grabs her belongings. She hurries to the back and throws her purse over her shoulder, searching for the store keys inside. She locates them as she walks back to the front of the store where Drew still waited and sets her purse down only to put it back on after she’s thrown on her fur coat. Swerve beckons Drew to follow, which she does dutifully, as she turns off all the lights in her store on their way out. Drew insists on opening the door for her once they reach it despite Swerve arriving first which was incredibly touching.

Drew stands by as Swerve locks the door to the store, jiggling the handle after to insure it was indeed locked. Once she’s sure that it is she turns around to face Drew. Her hair danced in the light breeze, framing her face beautifully. Swerve was never one to ever be at such a loss for words but this time, she truly found herself rendered speechless.

“I guess I should go.” Swerve says a bit reluctantly.

“So should I.” replies Drew, equally as unwilling.

“I’ll call you.” Swerve promises with a small smile. And she would, perhaps not just for business but for other reasons as well.

“And I’ll answer.” Drew smiles back.

Maybe this would work out differently than they both anticipated.

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730architect · 6 months ago

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picture your face - L4B (1.2)

part 1

part 2 yay!! i started writing parts of this all the way back in february and finally got around to fixing it up into a completed work. This takes place the night of the october 11, 2024 episode of smackdown for context :) this will be the final part of picture your face but i will def write more l4b because i miss them dearly </3 enjoy my sweets

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wc: 7.8k

tags: 18+ MDNI!! liv4brutality, hatred, conflicted feelings, past liv morgan/rhea ripley, angst, cunnilingus, face sitting, light dom/sub, strap-on sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, nipple play, it's sweet at the end, lmk if i forgot anything

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It had been exactly one week since Rhea had been laid out on her hotel bed, scrolling on her phone mindlessly when she got a notification alerting her that “yaonlylivvonce and 82,385 others liked your photo.” Rhea blinked hard, rubbing any sleep from her eyes that had collected from the long day she’d had. She couldn’t register what she was feeling. Disbelief would be an understatement, but so would confusion. Was this another one of Liv’s pranks that she had pulled with the encouragement of the rest of the Judgment Day?

Well.. if she wants to play games, let's play. Rhea thought to herself as she opened up her contacts. She scrolled until she found the one she was looking for and pressed “message”. Rhea pondered her options. What should she send? Eventually she decided on something simple. A smirk formed on her face as she finished typing out her message.

“I guess you really were watching me.” Perfect.

Rhea hits send and turns her phone off for the night, images of another plan brewing in the back of her mind before her body finally allows sleep to overtake it.

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Rhea stormed from the ring back to the backstage area after finally getting her hands on Liv and her pathetic posse of sorts with several referees following after her, ensuring that she would leave the premise. Fading fan chants and the enraged yells from the referees fell on deaf ears as she navigated the maze that was the Bon Secours Wellness Arena to where she had hastily parked her rental car. Her body was hot from the adrenaline but her attack wasn't enough to satisfy her ever-increasing lust for revenge. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more, her title or to make Liv suffer under her hand.

Rhea knew better than anyone that the odds were stacked against her, especially now that Raquel has aligned herself with the one woman she hates the most in this lifetime. She needed to think smarter. All this hostility and aggressiveness hadn’t done her much good and her patience was running thin. She may have Liv beaten physically, but psychologically? That was a whole different playing field.

She ponders her options to herself as she makes her way to the parking lot after narrowly escaping a scolding from Nick Aldis for her invasion of his show. She gets into her rental car and lays her head back onto the headrest, drumming her fingers on her thigh while taking a couple deep breaths to calm down before she drives back to her hotel.

She eventually buckles up and goes to put the car into drive but stops abruptly when she sees the top of a familiar blonde head hurrying from between the cars in the parking lot just a few rows in front of her, followed by two taller brunettes.

Rhea watches as Liv and Dominik are ushered into a large black SUV by the latest addition to their group, Raquel, who has been serving as a bodyguard and now apparently a chauffeur of sorts to Liv since her interference during Rhea’s match at Bad Blood. Rhea’s heart rate increases, blood rushing in her ears. She can feel herself growing more belligerent at their fright.

She observes as Raquel climbs into the driver's seat and reverses out of the parking spot. Rhea ducks her head a bit in an effort to remain hidden from them as she debates on whether or not she should follow them to wherever it is they’re staying, thankful for the tint on her windows. She debates for a solid 15 seconds until finally putting her car in drive and peeling out behind them, making sure to keep a healthy distance in order to not blow her cover.

Rhea discreetly followed the trio all the way back to their hotel and watches as they give up their car to the valet service as quickly as they can before they rush inside. She decides to call it a night, not in any mood to hunt them down all the way to their hotel rooms, at least not at the moment. She circles back and merges back onto the highway leading to her hotel, mind still racing. She spends the rest of the drive lost in her thoughts, in a trance over all the ways she can make Liv pay for all she’s put her through over the past 7 months.

Rhea wanted her to suffer. She wanted to make Liv feel the same hurt and betrayal she felt while she was sitting at home, icing her shoulder for hours on end until her skin was blue and numb to the touch. The thought of Liv on her knees, begging for mercy as she looks up at her, blue eyes glassy with tears and terror has Rhea shifting in her seat; searching for at least a little bit of friction to relieve the familiar ache she felt in her gut whenever she thought about her. Rhea pulls up to the front of her hotel sloppily, tossing the keys to the attendant hurriedly before rushing inside.

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Rhea makes it to her hotel suite, deadbolting the door behind her before making a beeline for the bathroom. She tears her clothes off of her body hastily and jumps into the shower, letting the cold water run through her hair and down her back as she takes some much needed deep breaths. Rhea runs her tattooed fingers through her hair, trying to focus on the chill of the water on her skin, or anything else really. Anything to get her mind off of the women’s world champion. But despite being doused in cold water, it does nothing to cool the heat building in her core that she's been fighting since she left the arena.

She runs her right hand down her body, her left still running through her dark hair. Tattooed fingers dancing lightly over flushed skin, feeling the groves of the goosebumps that formed beneath them. Her fingers make their way to her breast as she thumbs over her nipple piercing, feeling the sensation shoot straight to her aching cunt. Low whimpers spill from her lips as she lightly pinches and twists at the piercing, the sensation making her delirious.

Rhea allows her head to fall back against the glass walls of the shower while her fingers trickle down her figure, allowing them to ghost over her most sensitive parts. Visions of Liv dance behind her eyelids as she slips a finger inside of herself, moaning quietly at the intrusion. Rhea shifts her hips forward slightly, jaw going slack at the feeling of her fingers curling up inside of her due to the adjustment.

Rhea cries out Liv’s name. She imagines Liv seeing her like this, getting off at the mere thought of her. How she would drop to her knees just before Rhea could reach her climax to finish her off. Rhea lets out one last pathetic whimper as she gushes around her fingers, heart hammering in her chest while she rides out her orgasm. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s pictured Liv while touching herself and she was positive it wouldn’t be the last. Rhea finally pulls her spent fingers out of her cunt and brings them up to her lips, sucking them clean. She sighs contentedly around them as she sinks back against the glass propping her up.

Once her heart rate had returned to normal, Rhea reached for the soap and finally began to wash her body, getting lost in the scent of tea tree and steam. She washes her hair and turns the shower off when she finishes, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry herself off with. She hums to herself as she dries off and pumps lotion into her hands to massage into her skin.

She had changed into sweatpants and an old band tee she wore religiously back in Australia. The fabric was soft and worn from years of use and had a bleach stain on the collar. Rhea was drying her hair with the complementary hair dryer the hotel provided when she heard a pounding on the door. She turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it, storing it away before going to answer the door. She assumed that it was just housekeeping making their rounds and asking if she wanted any clean towels.

Rhea turned on a lamp to provide some more lighting before swinging the door open. She hadn’t checked through the peephole of who it might be, face going blank when she sees a blonde at her door. It was Liv.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rhea demands, glancing around in case Dominik or Raquel had been hiding around somewhere ready to attack.

Liv rolled her eyes at the hostility. She knew Rhea would be borderline impossible to talk to, she had spent at least half of their former partnership trying to get her to just make small talk with her until they had finally warmed up to each other. A whole lot of good that did her. “I’m just here to talk.” Liv replies calmly.

“‘Talk’ my ass. Do you think I’m stupid?” Rhea scoffs, still wary of a potential attack. “Why are you here? How did you even find where I was staying?”

“I asked around. Not like it was all that hard. Now are you gonna invite me in so we can talk or are you going to force me to stand out here like an idiot?” Liv retorts.

Rhea narrows her eyes at her. “How do I know that this isn’t an ambush?”

“Rhea, if I wanted to attack you I would’ve done it already. Now suck it up and let me in.” Liv snaps, fed up with their banter.

Rhea takes one final look around and sighs, stepping aside and granting Liv entry into her hotel. “Don’t mind the mess, I just finished showering.” Rhea comments, suddenly confused as to why she was asking her rival to disregard her mess. This was her hotel, she could do whatever she wanted. And she definitely didn’t owe Liv of all people an explanation.

Liv disregards her statement, looking around and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, facing Rhea. She’s dressed in a sweatshirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. All neutral colors. It seems that joining the Judgment Day had stripped her of her usual fun and flirty color palette. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back and her tortoise Prada frames were perched on the bridge of her nose. She watches as Rhea shuts the door behind her, locking them both inside.

The silence is deafening. It’s been over 2 years since they’ve been in the same room as one another without ripping each other’s throats out. Rhea stands in front of Liv, looking down at her with her arms crossed over her chest, making her muscular 5’10 frame look even larger. Liv swallowed hard as she looked up at her, trying to look as unfazed as possible.

It had been one week since Rhea had posted that photo on Instagram that had her in complete shambles. Liv had spent the past seven days trying to forget it even happened, so much so that she had even deleted Rhea’s unopened text message from her phone. And she had to admit, she was doing a pretty damn good job at distracting herself. That was, until today. After Rhea’s attack, Liv found herself consumed by her yet again, this time even more. The fact that Rhea was willing to do everything in her power to find a way to get her hands on her, even if it meant crossing over to another brand for a night, it all just made Liv so lightheaded. Well, that along with the repeated blows to the head she had taken in the ring.

“So… what was so important that you needed to come to my hotel to talk to me?” Rhea questions, her glare never wavering.

Liv looks down at her sleeve and picks at a loose thread in the fabric. “I wanted to talk to you about…” her words trail off. Rhea cocks an eyebrow at her, impatient. Liv peeks up at her through her glasses and sees her visible irritation before taking a deep breath and blurting out, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened last week.” She says the sentence so fast it almost sounds like one long word.

Rhea’s face doesn’t change at the admission, remaining frozen in permanent annoyance. “What about last week?” she asks despite knowing exactly what Liv is referring to. She wanted to hear whatever pathetic explanation she had to offer up.

“Listen, what happened was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to press any wrong buttons or anything, in fact that would be the last thing I would want to do.” Liv explains, eventually looking up at Rhea as she twists her hands. She seems genuinely agonized over the whole situation which Rhea finds hilarious considering it wasn’t even that big of a deal anyways. Maybe Rhea had finally knocked some sense into her during her attack earlier that day.

“Yeah, I figured it wasn’t on purpose. I posted that caption in order to get a reaction out of you, which I knew I would and I did. So why come all the way over here to plead your case? Was it the beating I gave you earlier?” Rhea chuckles, honestly humored by the circumstances.

Liv huffs in annoyance. “No, it was not the beating. Fuck you for that, by the way. It was the text you sent afterwards.” she admits.

Rhea nods in understanding, uncrossing her arms and sticking her hands in her pockets. “So you came all this way because I confronted you? That’s a new one.” she replies. “I still don’t understand why you’re here though. You could’ve just responded to my message. Hell, you could’ve even attacked me on RAW. So, why here? Why now?” Rhea presses, determined to get an answer.

Liv seems at a bit of a loss for words. She didn’t imagine their conversation lasting this long while still somehow remaining civil. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought it would be better to talk in person about it.” she shrugs lamely.

Rhea lets out a harsh laugh. “Talk? All of a sudden you’re focused on talking after over 2 years of hating each other? I knew you were dumb but not this dumb, Liv.” she smiles, canines flashing. She shakes her head in amusement. “Why even stalk me on social media? We beat the shit of each other every single week.”

“Since when do you regulate what I can and can’t do on my phone? Your account is public, people are going to check it. If you don't want that, maybe consider hitting the private button.” Liv snaps, her usual sharp attitude returning.

“Oh, Liv, obviously people are going to look at my account. I just didn’t expect someone who had successfully taken quite literally everything away from me to be so obsessive.” Rhea replies, leaning down so she and Liv are eye to eye.

Liv pushes herself off of the bed, standing before Rhea in defiance. “I think that’s really fucking rich coming from you, Rhea. Especially considering you haven’t left me or my family alone for months. But sure, I’m the one who’s obsessed.” She challenges.

“Here you go with this ‘family’ bullshit again. You know just as well as I do that they’ll never really be your family. You’ll come to learn just as I have that they’re all a bunch of conniving, selfish lowlifes who don’t care about anyone but themselves-” Rhea begins to taunt her but is cut off by a hard shove to the chest that pushes her back a mere couple of inches. Liv is nowhere near as strong as her but Rhea appreciated the effort regardless. The woman had guts, that was for sure.

“Don’t talk about them.” Liv hisses. “You’re just jealous that they love me and not you.”

“And what have they done for you? Besides occasionally hold your hand up after a victory? That’s not love, Liv.” Rhea argues.

“Oh, but you know what is? You have pushed away and betrayed every single person who has ever loved you and you can’t even bring yourself to own up to it.” she retorts.

“Very few people have loved me, Liv.” Rhea dismisses, not allowing the harsh honesty to penetrate her heart.

“I did.” Liv professes, her eyes overtaken by sorrow and hatred after her confession. “I loved you more than anyone else in this business and what did you do? You ruined my fucking life in front of the whole world. So excuse me for wanting to rub my victories in your face.” Liv laughs harshly, despite finding nothing funny about the circumstances. She had spent so long convincing herself that she had moved on from what Rhea had done to her that she couldn’t realize that with each passing day she cared more than she ever did.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me? Sitting at home, barely able to move my arm at all, being forced to watch you and Dominik every single week?” Tears brim Liv’s eyes, a sight that makes Rhea’s heart ache horribly. “Did I really mean that little to you?” she whispers, unable to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.

The sight in front of her makes Rhea’s chest hurt. She had always imagined having Liv a crying mess at her feet but not like this. “Please don’t cry.” she says while reaching out to brush away the fallen tear but is stopped by Liv’s hand pushing hers away.

“Don’t touch me. You don't get to comfort me after what you’ve put me through.” Liv asserts softly, wiping away the tears herself.

Rhea nods in defeat. She may not like Liv but she understands where she fucked up, regardless of not being able to admit it. God, why couldn’t she just fucking apologize? Maybe it really was too late.

“If it hurt you so bad to see me with him, why even choose Dominik?” Rhea asked quietly.

Liv smiles softly before answering. “Because I wanted to hurt you, why else? Hurting you will always give me a satisfaction that no championship ever could. Yours was just a bonus.” she winks.

“You sure you’re still not obsessed?” Rhea cocks her head to the side, looking at Liv with a smirk.

Liv leans in even closer. “So what if I am?” she questions defiantly.

Rhea decided that she’d heard more than enough. Throwing caution to the wind, she snaked her hands behind Liv’s head and entangled them into her hair before swallowing her words into a heavenly kiss. Her movements caught Liv so off guard but she managed to move perfectly with her, melting into her touch. Liv couldn’t ignore how fucking good Rhea felt against her mouth. With Rhea’s hand behind Liv’s head, she tilted her face up so she could deepen the kiss. Liv kissed her back with the same feverish passion, gently coaxing Rhea’s mouth open with her tongue, further intensifying the kiss. Rhea groaned against Liv’s mouth, feeling the other woman’s plush lips smile against hers at the sound.

Liv felt an unmistakable heat flicker between her legs as Rhea’s large, calloused hands explored her lithe body. She let out a blissful sigh into Rhea’s mouth, which only increased her frantic desire even more. Rhea redirected her lips to Liv’s neck, kissing and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Liv knew that there would be marks left in the morning but she couldn’t care less, not when she had finally gotten what she had been craving for years on end.

Rhea clumsily guided them back a few feet to the bed, refusing to part lips with Liv even after they almost tripped over each other. Rhea gently eased Liv down onto the bed, her mouth never leaving her neck. Liv’s hands had found their way under the hem of Rhea’s t-shirt and softly scratched her perfectly manicured fingers against Rhea’s muscled figure, enticing a soft groan from her.

“Fuck, Liv…” Rhea whispered, her breath hot on Liv’s skin.

Liv let out a soft giggle and tugged at Rhea’s top, a silent plea for her to take it off. Rhea paused her movements for a moment and complied, pulling the fabric up and over her body agonizingly slowly. Liv sat up on her elbows, making out the soft imprints of Rhea’s nipple piercings through the fabric of her bra.

Liv found herself rendered speechless, staring up at the mountain of a woman standing in front of her. Her eyes followed the lines of black ink that were embedded onto Rhea’s torso, imagining how they would taste on her tongue. Her breath quickens as watches Rhea run her tattooed fingers over the material of her bra strap before hooking onto them and pulling them off of her shoulder. Rhea tugs at her bra with one hand while the other unhooks the clasps behind her back. Rhea allows it to fall off of her figure, exposing the top half of her body to Liv like she once did in the locker room all those years ago. A moment Liv finds herself replaying in her head more often than she’d like to admit.

“Holy shit.” Liv whispers, feeling almost lightheaded at the situation she had found herself in. She feels her face heat as Rhea chuckles at her reaction.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna get to work?” Rhea teases, hands reaching up to palm at her tits, thumbs grazing over her piercings. Rhea hisses softly at the sensation and rolls her head back.

Liv’s mouth immediately waters at the sight before her. She takes Rhea’s words as a challenge, pushing herself off of the bed and standing before her once again. She takes off her glasses and places them on the bedside table before kissing her lips softly once more as her hands find themselves gripping the flesh of her breasts. She feels the cool barbells of her piercings under her fingertips. Rhea’s breath caught in her throat at the the sensation of Liv’s hands roaming her body, her own hands gripping the blonde’s hips tightly. Her breathing grows ragged as she watches Liv trail her lips from her lips to her collarbone to finally her sternum and the flesh surrounding it.

Rhea watches wide-eyed as Liv’s tongue laves at her breast, her fingers toying with the other in order to stimulate her as much as possible. She fights as hard as she can from allowing any noise to escape her throat, knowing that it would do nothing but inflate Liv’s ego even more but she can’t help the mewl that slips past her lips. Liv glances up at her, releasing her now swollen nipple with a pop. Her mouth forms into a satisfied smirk, kissing where her mouth just was before before asking a satisfied “you like that?”

Rhea rolls her eyes, that same familiar annoyance she usually felt around Liv sinking back in. “Shut the fuck up and put your mouth back on me.” she says irritatedly.

Liv cocks her eyebrow at her, the mischievous glint never leaving her eye. “I think you could ask a little nicer, don't you? Especially after all you’ve put me through?” Liv taunts with a pout, her fingers tracing hearts on Rhea’s skin.

Rhea huffs before letting out an exasperated “please.” She lets out a groan when Liv shakes her head stubbornly, not impressed by her lack of enthusiasm.

“Please what?” Liv doubles down on her stubbornness.

Rhea eventually swallows her pride, which she almost chokes on before finally pleading with the blonde.

“Fine, fuck, please just touch me.” Rhea borderline begs, looking down at Liv through her eyelashes with an anguished look painted across her sharp features.

A dangerous smile appears on Liv’s face at the sound of Rhea’s desperation. “Much better.” she hums in approval. She palms at Rhea’s breasts a bit more, feeling her skin heat beneath her hands before sliding them down her body. “This what you wanted?” Liv asked, unable to conceal her wicked smile.

Dominance was not something Rhea was willing to give up easily and she knew that. Liv didn’t know how long she had until Rhea could regain her composure and slip back into that commanding persona she never seemed to step down from, so she knew had to make the most of the time she had. Rhea nods hopelessly. She was usually such a giver but she wanted nothing more but to be taken care of at the moment. She was positive she would return the favor later on but right now, she craved the opportunity to forfeit her ability to think for the time being.

Liv gently lays Rhea down onto the bed, her raven hair fanning out around her head. Liv’s nimble fingers make their way to the waistband of Rhea’s sweatpants, fumbling with the waistband for a moment until she successfully unties it. Rhea lifts her hips off of the mattress so Liv can pull her pants out from under her and down her legs as she inhales the scent of the cashmere lotion Rhea had massaged into her skin earlier. Liv runs her hands up and down Rhea’s thighs, each caress creeping closer and closer to the waistband of her gray boxers. Liv allows her fingers to creep between Rhea’s legs and run along the small wet spot that had formed there.

Rhea whimpers and shifts at the contact, causing Liv to tut at her, feigning disapproval at her squirming. Liv hooks her fingers into Rhea’s waistband and pulls them down and off of her figure, exposing her dripping cunt to the soft light of the room. Rhea’s clit peeked through her swollen folds coated in her arousal along with the piercing that adorned it. Liv grows hungry at the sight, heat beginning to pool below her hips as well. However something catches her eye.

Liv squints in the dim lighting, her eyes taking a moment to focus since she didn’t have her glasses on anymore. She is able to make out a tattoo, no smaller than half of her thumb. The black ink had been manipulated in the shape of an eye with three dots below it. Her logo. Memories from years ago flood her brain like a tsunami. When she and Rhea had gotten so stupidly drunk together after a show that they had somehow stumbled into a shitty tattoo parlor and demanded matching tattoos. They decided on each other's logos on their bikini lines. They were so drunk that they didn't even feel the needle of the tattoo gun penetrate their skin, holding each other's hands as they got them. The exact details of that night were still hazy even now, as the Don Julio had gotten the best of them both that night but one thing remained: the tattoos served as an unspoken promise. No matter what happened, whether they loved or hated each other in the future, they would always be linked to one another. For better or for worse. Like wedding vows, almost.

Liv traces the tattoo lightly. “You kept it?” she whispers, eyes finally meeting Rhea’s.

Rhea smiled softly, immediately understanding what she meant. “Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?”

Liv attempts to smile but can't quite bring herself to do so. “I don’t know… I figured you would’ve had it removed or covered up or something. You know, after everything that happened.” she confesses, her eyes falling back to the tattoo.

“That doesn’t change what we had together. I was a dick, I know that. Removing it would’ve only further cemented that.” Rhea replies, slightly ashamed to look at Liv as she says this. “Do you… do you still have yours?” she asks timidly, afraid to hear the answer.

Liv’s eyes brighten at the question as she nods. She slides her shorts and underwear off before crawling onto the bed next to Rhea. Rhea’s eyes soften at the sight of the two R’s embedded onto Liv’s skin, leaning in to kiss it softly. Her strong hands grip Liv’s hips as she distributes kisses all over her stomach.

“I want you on my face.” Rhea professes, accent taken over with a soft rasp.

Liv clenches at her words as her hands cup Rhea’s face. “But I wanted to take care of you.”

“You can take care of me by shutting up and getting on my face.” Rhea grins. She doesn’t allow Liv to protest, using her strength to place her right above her face so Liv was hovering right above her mouth, just centimeters away from her lips.

Rhea flits her tongue over Liv’s now aching clit, almost in a lazy manner it was so slow. Liv let out the breath she had been holding and laced her fingers into Rhea’s hair, desperately fighting the urge to just shove her face into her dripping cunt. Luckily, Rhea understood Liv’s anticipation and began to dip her tongue into Liv’s sweet folds, the ball of her tongue piercing catching on her clit. Rhea began to use a finger to gently stretch her out. Liv’s chest heaved and her heart raced as Rhea flattened her tongue and ran it along her clit before gently enveloping it into her mouth and beginning to suck.

“Mmf- fuck.” Liv whined above the dark haired woman, tossing her head back in bliss. She felt the familiar warmth in her stomach begin to ignite and grow and spread all over her body, touching each of her nerves and setting them ablaze. Liv gripped onto her hair tighter and pushed Rhea’s face even deeper into her heat, ultimately giving in to her desires.

Rhea let out a muffled moan both at Liv’s actions and at the taste of her, sending vibrations through Liv’s already trembling body. The sensation caused Liv to let out a choked moan as she began to babble praises that she couldn’t even verbally finish. She was a mess. She felt Rhea’s piercing swirl around her clit, enticing desperate moans from the depths of her soul to rip from her throat. Liv could feel her orgasm approaching quickly, her legs beginning to shake around Rhea’s head as a result.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Rhea hummed into Liv’s folds as she continued the assault with her mouth, drunk off of the taste of her.

Liv nodded dumbly, unable to even form a coherent thought. “Yes- yeah… oh fuck, Rhea.” she babbles, hips stuttering with every grind.

“Go ahead, baby. All on my face… every last fuckin’ drop.” Rhea slurs, her words melting into one another. She gripped the flesh of Liv’s ass tighter while holding her against her face as she intensified the motions of her mouth, determined to make her cum in ways Dominik could only dream of.

Liv does exactly as Rhea asks, eyes rolling back into her head and jaw going slack as she cums. One of her hands released Rhea’s hair and began to strangle the bed sheets surrounding her, twisting and wrinkling them in her vice-like grip. Rhea continued to lap at Liv’s clit as she re-inserted a finger into her, pumping at a steady pace. Liv could barely think as her legs spasmed from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She clenched around Rhea’s finger, hot white lights beginning to blind her vision as Rhea continued to stimulate her.

Rhea finally removed her fingers from her still leaking hole before Liv rolled off of her and sank into the plush pillows of the mattress. She looked over to Rhea who had brought her fingers up to Liv’s lips which of course she opened welcomingly. Rhea watched in admiration as Liv sucked her juices off of her fingers with closed eyes. She had entered a euphoric state as her mind began to settle. Liv opened her eyes after hearing the soft groan Rhea had let out at the sight of her fingers down Liv’s throat as she continued to clean her up, not wasting a single drop. Liv nearly orgasmed again when she saw the entire lower half of Rhea's face absolutely soaked with her sweet juices.

Rhea leans in to kiss her deeply, allowing Liv to taste herself one last time before pulling back with a smile. “Stay here.” she says, mischief blooming in her eyes. Liv nods obediently, she would probably do anything Rhea asked after an orgasm like that. She watches Rhea roll off the bed and walk into the bathroom, enjoying the view as she walks out of the room. Liv hears Rhea rummaging around her belongings softly and wonders what she may be searching for. She had almost fully recovered from her orgasm when Rhea walked back in. Liv turns to face her and feels her jaw drop when she sees what sits on her hips.

Rhea walks in with a purple silicone strap-on attached to a black harness strapped to her hips. She pauses at the foot of the bed and nods her head at Liv, a silent is this okay? Liv’s face breaks out into a smile and nods back eagerly.

Rhea grabs her legs and pulls her closer to the edge of the bed before climbing on. She kneels between Liv’s legs and spreads them wide, positioning the tip of her strap to just barely tease her entrance. She runs her cock up and down Liv’s slit, collecting her essence. Rhea leans down and spits right where she and Liv meet. Liv’s breath hitches when she feels it hit her pussy and looks up at Rhea with pleading eyes.

“Please.” Liv begs. She almost sounds like she’s on the verge of tears with how desperate she is. Rhea feels her pride swell seeing her like this.

“Please what?” she asks cockily, throwing Liv’s earlier question back at her. Her thumb slides up Liv’s thigh and settles on her clit and begins to rub slow circles, almost in an attempt to coax the answer out of her.

Liv’s chest heaves at Rhea's ministrations, her mouth falling open slowly and her eyes glued to where Rhea stimulates her. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me… I’ll do anything.” she pleads as she rips her eyes from Rhea’s fingers and returns them to her piercing blue eyes.

Rhea smirks in satisfaction. She removes her fingers and Liv whimpers at the loss of contact. Rhea decides to compensate by slowly pushing her cock into Liv’s aching cunt, letting out a strained exhale as she does. It takes all of Rhea’s willpower not to fuck into her like an animal at the sound of the prolonged whine Liv lets out as Rhea’s strap stretches her out. Rhea thrusts into her at a slow pace, allowing Liv to adjust to the feeling of having herself filled to the brim over and over again.

“Faster, please.” Liv breathes. Her nails dig into the skin of Rhea’s biceps in almost painful anticipation. The arousal Rhea felt while seeing her like this couldn’t be compared to any other sentiment on the planet. The way her blonde hair unfurled around her hair like a halo, she looked like an angel. An angel that Rhea couldn’t wait to ruin.

Rhea increases the speed of her thrusts, bottoming out in Liv’s cunt with each one. Liv’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, mouth agape with the most sinful noises spilling from her parted lips. The backs of her thighs began to ache with the constant slapping of Rhea’s skin against hers, her speed never slowing except to torture the poor woman. The squelches of Liv’s juices dripping from her weeping hole from each thrust made her head spin as they stained the sheets below her trembling body. A sheer creamy ring of white forms at the base of Rhea’s strap. How long has it been? It felt like an eternity, the way the pleasure seemed never-ending as Rhea continued to ravage her body like a woman possessed.

Liv couldn't do anything but moan Rhea’s name and make pitiful attempts at forming sentences, her words dissolving into whimpers in a matter of seconds. It should be embarrassing, really. And part of her was embarrassed. Embarrassed that she had let mortal enemy have her like this after 2 years of denying herself what she knew would be a destructive paradise.

“This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Rhea sneered down at the blonde, her voice dripping with malice yet adoration. Her thick accent overtaken by a harsh rasp, sweat forming on her brow and dampening her hair slightly. “You came all the way over here with your stupid little fucking apology prepared just to end up like this, didn’t you?” she pants. Her muscles bulged and glistened with sweat, her back adorned in angry red scratch marks, courtesy of the woman underneath her, to accompany the ink on her skin.

Liv made another measly attempt at responding to yet another one of her degrading comments but her mind seemed to short circuit as Rhea pressed into her even more, nearly folding her in half the same way she pinned her opponents in the ring. Liv cried out in pleasure, causing Rhea to laugh at her. Her sharp canines were on display, looking as happy as ever knowing that she was the only person who could get Liv like this. Liv could lie and pretend all she wanted with Dominik but they both knew that he couldn’t hold a candle to how Rhea made her feel.

Liv looked over at the mirror beside the bed, seeing exactly how fucked out she was folded up beneath the very woman she swore that she hated, watching as she let her do whatever she wanted to her. Rhea grabbed her face with a heavily inked hand, forcing Liv’s face in the direction of the mirror.

“My god, look at you… look at how much of a slut you are. Just a stupid, needy fucktoy for Mami to use whenever she wants, aren't you baby?” she cooed, leaning down to kiss and lick at Liv’s neck. She’ll never get over the taste of her. Sweet, tangy, carnal, hers. All hers.

Liv’s eyes meet Rhea’s piercing blue ones in the mirror, her body aching with pleasure and fatigue but still managed to nod along pathetically to her words. “M’all yours, Mami… all yours.” she whimpered.

Liv watches Rhea’s eyes light up at her confession. “That's right babe… this is all for you, I’m doing this all for you. Fuckin’ love this body… this pussy… this face.” Rhea says, her words slightly slurred. Her thrusts began to stutter, the piston of her hips becoming erratic as she chased her high the same as Liv did. Her strap fills Liv to the brim and stretches her out until she's delirious while the back of it hits Rhea’s clit just right with every stroke, her moans and pants mingled with hers.

“Fuck m’gonna cum…” she whispers, not trusting her voice because she knew that it would come out as a whimper pathetic enough to rival Liv’s as she replies with a strangled “me too”, gripping onto Rhea’s shoulders for stability, biceps flexing as she holds herself up.

“Wanna ride you.” Liv mumbles. Her words are almost impossible to understand with the way her moans overpowered them but Rhea was still able to somehow comprehend her. She nods and pulls out before being quickly shoved back against the pillows. Liv mounts her lap and sinks back down onto her cock in a frenzy, a mix of whimpers and Rhea’s name spilling from her lips uncontrollably.

“Shit, baby… look at you. So fuckin’ worked up over me, aren’t you? Taking my cock so fucking good… like you were made for it.” Rhea praises, looking up at Liv in awe. Liv’s head was tossed back, tits bouncing as she rode Rhea fiercely. She slows her movements to grind down on Rhea’s hips. The back of the toy rubbed against Rhea’s piercing, making her almost incoherent. Rhea grips Liv’s hips and fucks up into her, matching her movements.

“That's it baby, give it to me. Come on… show me how fucking bad you want it.” Rhea grits, kissing at Liv’s neck as she does. Liv intensifies her movements at Rhea’s words, her face contorting in pleasure.

“Fuck, Rhea, right there… god, I’m so close.” Liv whines. Her thighs ached but she deemed it worth it with the amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“I know you are, baby, I know. You’re being so fucking good for me, angel. C’mon, give it to me… cum all over my cock.” Rhea purrs, her accent like velvet.

Liv’s eyes roll back as she feels heat bloom in the pit of her belly. Her second orgasm hits her like a freight train. She cums with a loud cry, her body spasming as she curls herself into Rhea’s arms, burying her face into her neck. Rhea strokes her back and smooths her hair, kissing her shoulder softly until Liv finally stops shaking. Rhea gently lifts Liv up off of her lap just enough to pull the strap out of her and returns her to her previous position.

They sit there for a moment, holding each other. The silence around them isn’t deafening like it once was, but is now tranquil. It lulls their racing heartbeats and sharp breaths as they melt into each other’s embrace. Liv pushes herself off of Rhea’s body, eyes heavy with fatigue and something else Rhea can’t identify.

“You okay?” Rhea asks softly, hoping she wasn’t too rough.

Liv nods with a gentle smile. She was more than just okay, really. She tilts her head slightly and gazes at Rhea, a realization having hit her. “You didn’t get to finish.” she points out.

Rhea smiles, touched by her thoughtfulness. “That’s alright. I’m more than satisfied.” she reassures her. Sure, she was very close earlier but the contented bliss she felt at the moment made up for the lack of orgasm in her mind.

Liv shook her head in protest. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she actually owed Rhea something. “Please let me.” she says in a soft voice, her index finger following the tattooed lines on Rhea’s forearm. She doesn’t need to specify what she wants to do. Unspoken communication had been one of the things she and Rhea had been the best at back when they were a team.

Rhea sees the genuine tenderness painted across Liv’s features and agrees. Liv rolls off of her before Rhea attempts to undo the harness around her hips before she’s stopped by Liv’s hands. Liv motions for her to shift down the bed and lay back completely before she unfastens the harness with ease, sliding it down Rhea’s legs and tossing it to the side of the bed. She positions herself on her stomach between Rhea’s legs, bringing them over her shoulders so they could rest there. Rhea’s cunt is coated in her own arousal accumulated from being inside of Liv for so long. Liv plants a sweet kiss right on Rhea’s clit before beginning to devour her.

Rhea’s back arches up off the bed when she feels Liv’s tongue swirl over her swollen clit and the jewelry that embellished it. Her fingers found themselves gripping Liv’s hair, pulling lightly as she moaned her name sweetly. Liv inserts a finger into her hole and pistons in and out of her gently while sucking on her pearl. Every move she makes is meticulous. Every lick, every suck, every penetration isn’t without intention. Liv isn’t in any rush to make Rhea cum, in fact she wants her to savor it for as long as possible. However, she isn’t surprised when she does in only a matter of moments. Rhea mewls Liv’s name and nothing else as she climaxes around her fingers, like her name is the only thing she can think of when finally arriving to a state of everlasting ecstasy. She’s far quieter than Liv but Liv feels that her noises mean so much more than her own do.

Liv remains between Rhea’s thighs, placing small kisses here and there until Rhea finally catches her breath. She crawls back up to join her where she lay and places her head on Rhea’s chest, kissing it when she does. Liv listens to Rhea’s heartbeat slowly return to its normal steady pace. This all feels so intimate.

“You wanna spend the night?” Rhea asks quietly, her voice almost a whisper. She doesn’t really even fully understand why she’s asking, considering she and Liv technically still hate each other. But she would be an even bigger asshole if she made her cry, fucked the everloving shit out of her, and then kicked her out. The last thing she needed was to give Liv yet another reason to want her dead.

“Sure.” Liv replies, equally surprised at both the question and her answer. She rolls off the bed and follows Rhea into her hotel bathroom, unable to ignore he dull ache in her thighs from the vigor which Rhea fucked her with.

Inside the shower, they take turns washing each other. Nothing else in the world seemed to matter besides them in that very moment together. The warm water washed away the soap on their bodies and any residue the kisses they were unable to stop giving each other had left behind. After they had dried off, Rhea let Liv borrow another one of her shirts for the night before climbing into bed together.

Liv nestles herself into Rhea, inhaling the smell of laundry detergent and body wash as she did so. Rhea wraps her arms around her as well and holds her close. They lay in the dark room quietly for a few minutes before Rhea breaks the silence.

“So… are we ever going to talk about this?” she asks, a bit apprehensive of what this would mean for not only their relationship but Liv’s relationship with Dominik as well.

Liv thinks to herself for a moment, unsure of how to go about things as well. “I’m not sure, to be honest. But don’t think this means that I forgive you for everything you’ve done.” she says.

Rhea chuckles, and the sound warms Liv’s heart more than she’d like to admit. “I know. And I still want my title back.” she responds, unable to hide the smile in her voice.

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” Liv giggles.

They sigh, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. They both knew that this was only a matter of time coming. It was honestly a miracle they were able to hold off for as long as they did because one thing was for sure: they would never stop coming back to each other.

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