Post by kjcasey42 on Jul 20, 2019 12:22:11 GMT
Camille Cosworth takes a deep breath and lets it out as the elevator doors open and she steps out into the hallway.
She hates hospitals, always has, even before her career-threatening back injury. A natural response, she would often rationalize in her head, as nobody wants to be sick or hurt. But this is a special case, and a friend’s need overrides her own discomfort. She counts off the numbers of each room she comes across, making sure she doesn’t miss the room she’s looking for. Sure enough, she finally comes upon room 309. “That’s the one she said.” she nods and says out loud to nobody in particular. She then opens the door to find Kanako Akiyama sitting up in the hospital bed, looking out the window.
On the little set of drawers near the bed was several flower arrangements, sent by wellwishing fans and friends of the Japanese wrestler. Her freak accident, breaking her ankle in gruesome fashion during her recent ladder match with Trixie Decker, had stunned many who had seen it. Now, two days later, she was recovering from the ensuing reconstructive surgery, her right leg elevated and in a cast. Akiyama turned her head at the sound of the door opening and instantly, her disposition brightened, seeing one of her best friends standing there.
“Camille!” she chirps cheerfully. Cosworth began to open her mouth to voice a greeting to her friend, but was cut off by Kanako’s excited chatter. “Cam! Cam!” she shouts, causing Cam to blink in surprise. Kanako almost never called her by the shortened version of her name that almost everyone else did. She found Kanako’s formality in that way charming. “Check it out!” Akiyama continued, grabbing the controls to her hospital bed. “Bed goes up, bed goes down...Bed goes up, bed goes down.” She said with a derpy tone to her voice to match the quote she was referencing, pushing the appropriate buttons to make her bed do just that.
Camille let out a chuckle. One of the reasons she and the usually super-serious Japanese girl got along so well was that they would always get each other’s pop culture references. “When in doubt, quote The Simpsons,” Cam says finally, “you seem to be in a good mood, Kanako, all things considered.”
“Well,” she begins, shrugging, “it’s not like I can do much about my situation right now. Having you here definitely helps, as does all of this.” She then gestures to the flowers. “Knowing that I still have such devoted fans, in spite of...the things I did before...as well as being away for so long...it does my heart good.” Kanako then lets out a sigh before continuing, “So! Is Yoona parking Eleanor? She’ll be coming up here soon, right?” She prodded hopefully.
Cam visibly winces at the question; she had been dreading this inevitable question. “Well, uh...you see, Kanako…” Cam chuckles awkwardly as she rubs the back of her head.
“Camille…” Kanako frowns, folding her arms across her chest, her expression growing stern.
Cosworth lets out a sigh. Unable to find a tactful way to break the news, she decides to just rip the band-aid and be done with it. “Okay, okay! Yoona...didn’t come with me…”
“Oh…” Kanako answers, crestfallen. Her eyes cast downward as Cam fumbles for something to say to make her feel better.
“Look, Yoona should be here...she wanted to be here...but she just couldn’t. She feels guilty about what happened to you. You know, for someone with as much swagger as she has, she’s really good at self-loathing.”
“Hmph…” Kanako grunts, turning Camille’s explanation over in her head, “I suppose that makes sense. Even still, though, she’s being foolish! Yeah, my issue with my ankle started during our impromptu sparring match, but that was a freak accident; I pivoted wrong off that kick, bottom line! Plus, she wasn’t the one who rushed me back too soon, nor did she make me do a move that put all my weight down on that ankle when I knew that Trixie would’ve just let me climb that ladder at that point! There’s nobody to blame for the situation I’m in but me!”
Cam nods in understanding, “Deep down, I really do think Yoona understands all that. But you know her - she vents her frustrations through her fists. So when there’s no bad guy to beat up, she winds up beating herself up instead.”
Kanako nods at this, knowing the truth of that statement, “She really needs to find healthier ways to express herself.” She says, before adding with a chuckle, “Heh...Kind of rich coming from me, huh?”
“Yeah, the two of you should take up, like...knitting or something. Oh! Have you been on Twitter lately?”
“...Hashtag Bad Luck Dragon?”
Cam snaps her fingers in disappointment, “Darn! Beat me to it!”
“So, what’s that about, anyway? What is that, like a reverse Falchor?”
Cosworth shrugs, “I guess…” then after a brief pause, she adds, “The Swamp of Sorrows messed me up pretty bad…”
“Yeah,” Akiyama agrees, “I can’t believe they put that in a kid’s movie.”
“...I was 21 when I watched it for the first time.” Camille sheepishly admits. After another brief silence between the two friends, Cam changes the subject. “Anyway, let me know when you start rehab, and I’ll join you in the gym! God knows I’m going stir-crazy, waiting for medical clearance.”
“Still??” Kanako yelps incredulously, “What the hell?!”
Cam shrugs, “Bethany more or less told me that I’m more valuable making workout videos on Instagram than actually wrestling. I’ve actually been healthy for like six months now, and all I have to show for it is five new t-shirts and ZERO ring time!” she explains, getting increasingly agitated as she goes on.
Kanako frowns and grumbles, “That’s not right. If you’re cleared, you should be allowed to compete.”
Camille sighs, “I’ve written some very sternly letters to the board, but so far...nothing. I won’t lie, I’m getting pretty salty about it at this point. On top of that, Yoona’s one bad day away from challenging Bethany to a knife-on-a-pole deathmatch. Doesn’t help that you...well...you know.”
Kanako nods in understanding, “Let her know that it’s okay to see me, okay, Cam?” she entreats her friend, adding sadly, “I...I miss her.” Camille nods, unable to actually answer her, seeing her friend so heartbroken. Then, a thought occurs to the Japanese girl, “Say…” she says, tilting her head quizzically, “...did you ever run into Trixie after I got carted away?”
The wheels turn in Cosworth’s head. She hadn’t actually seen Trixie Decker since she and Kanako faced off at Summer Swelter, when Kanako’s horrible injury had happened. But the fact that the Japanese beauty brought Jinx up in the middle of their conversation told her something. “No, I haven’t,” she finally answers, “but...ummmm...I’m just gonna put this out there; next time Yoona and I have a date night, you’re invited.” When Kanako looks at her with a confused expression, she adds, “Both of you.”
Kanako blinks, then goes wide-eyed, blushing as she finally gets it. “W-well,” she stammers, “I mean...We haven’t actually…” her voice then trails off as she finds herself at a loss for words.
Camille responds with a chuckle, “Riiiiiiiiiight.” she grins and winks at her, “Well, Taco Tuesday is...er...Tuesday.”
Akiyama looks away meekly, “I’ll, uh...I’ll ask her if I see her.” she answers, before adding, “If she even wants to see me, anyway.”
“Oh, I think she will be,” the Girl of Tomorrow says reassuringly, “I mean, have you read any of her fan fiction? Trixie’s definitely...hmmm, how should I say this? She’s definitely in the mood for love.”
This draws an adorable squeak of surprise from Kanako, “O-oh! I...see…”
Seeing the normally confident and super-serious Kanako reduced to a shy schoolgirl brought a smile to Cam’s lips. “Well, I’m gonna get going.” She leans over as she gets up from her chair and kisses her friend on the cheek, “Feel better soon, Kanako. And one last bit of advice; don’t tweet when you’re on painkillers. Trust me on that one.”
Kanako smiles serenely, “Thank you, Camille. This has really lifted my spirits.”
Cam looks behind her, “See you on Taco Tuesday.” she winks at her again before finally turning to leave. Kanako bites her lower lip as she watches her leave, imagining her and Trixie out on a date.
As Kanako hangs up her cell phone, she hears the door to her room open and close. Another damned doctor she thinks, looking out the window. She takes in a deep sigh and closes her eyes. She hears high heels clack towards the bed, accompanied by the shuffling of paper. Then, a startlingly familiar voice pipes up.
“Well, the test results are back. Your sexiness levels seem pretty stable. I think we're still gonna start you on a daily regimine of cunnilingus, though, to be sure.” Kanako opens her eyes to see Trixie Decker in a barely-there vinyl “sexy nurse” dress, complete with a vintage nurse cap, white fishnets, and six inch high heels. The dress is unbuttoned down to her navel and Akiyama could only assume it wasn't opening to expose Decker by sheer will. It's the first time Kanako ever saw Trixie not donned in black, and it was a little jarring.
Trixie skims the paperwork, clucking her tongue and seeming distracted. “Now, we need to get a temperature.” She withdraws a thermometer from her dress's pocket and waves it about. “We can do oral, anal if you're feeling kinky.” She winks and licked her teeth. “Or I can think of a better place to stick ya.”
Kanako gasps and her face flushes upon seeing who it was "Trixie! H-hi! I was just talking about you!"
“My dear, that's the problem with demons,” Trixie says as she sits on the bedside. She takes Kanako's hand. “Say our name and you summon us.” Decker's eyes land on the gifts on the side table. “Oh, I see you've gotten presents. Sorry, the only thing I brought for you to unwrap is me.”
Kanako giggles and blushes a little, “Y-yeah...those are from Cassava Onika. I’ve gotten some supportive tweets over the last several months, so I guess she’s a fan.” She notices Trixie picking the dvds up and looking at them. “That one is “Kanako’s Greatest Moments”,” which gets an “awww” from Decker, “Yeah, I thought it was really sweet, too. The other one is...er…” the Japanese girl’s blush deepens, “she called it “FAWN’s Sexiest-slash-Jiggliest.”
Trixie raises an eyebrow at that, “Reeeeally? Well...I think we’re going to have to have a look at this and be the judge of that...together.” She winks at Kanako, drawing another giggle from the Los Angeles transplant.
Trixie’s expression then changes, the flirtation gives way to nervous sincerity. “I'm sorry about the match. You deserved better than how it ended. I didn't want it to go like that, but I also didn't want my stubborn attitude to get you fired. I hope you'll forgive me.” Trixie gives a weak smile. “And if you feel like punching me, I get it. I'll take one across the kisser for you.”
Kanako squeezes Trixie's hand, looking at her pretty face, completely taken by her, "Trixie...I don't blame you for anything that happened. I wish Camille had found you so she could've told you so you'd know before now. Please don't beat yourself up over it. If anybody's to blame for what went down, it's me."
“Still, you worked hard for a title shot. For this to happen, it's bullshit.” Trixie purses her lips then smiles. “But you'll be back in that ring in no time, kicking asses, taking names… making me slightly concerned about going a bit too far on the road to revenge. Y'know,” she brushes the injured fighter's hair, “Kanako stuff.”
Kanako smiles shyly at Trixie's hand caressing her hair, "I was worried that you didn't want to see me after what happened." She looks up at her once more, "I was afraid you were keeping your distance because you felt guilty about what happened, like Yoona...and nothing could be further from what I want right now."
Trixie looks confused for a moment. “Because you got hurt? Or because you were definitely on the winning side of the match? 'Cuz, not wanting to see someone over getting hurt is pretty shady, at best. And I'm a big girl. I can admit that you were most likely going to get the victory. And there's no shame in that. You're a hell of a fighter, and losing to you would be no shame.” She smiles. “The belt will look good on your waist, when you get it.” She snorts. “Not that I generally wish belts on anyone but, if that's your thing.” Trixie leans her head next to Kanako's.
"W-well..." Kanako can feel her heart thumping in her chest being this close to her, "if not because you felt bad about me getting hurt, then why did it take so long for you to come see me?"
Trixie's face flushes red. “A mix of things. I felt ashamed about the 'win,' about you getting stiffed. I wasn't sure you'd want to see me.” Decker shifts uncomfortably, like a kid in the principal's office. “I may have gone to management to demand they toss the match results because it was unfair to you… I might have gotten in a little trouble over it and may be getting sent off do a bunch of house shows in the middle of nowhere before the next pay-per-view as punishment.” Trixie looks nervously at Kanako. “I dunno. You just deserved better than all of this and I feel kind of ashamed, like I helped screw you over. And I don't want to do that. I want you to get all the success you deserve.”
"Trixie..." she says softly, "that's really sweet of you. I wouldn't have wanted you to get in trouble for me, though. I really hope they don't send you away. I would miss you. A lot." She bites her lower lip, "You know...before I met you, I was pretty sure I was straight, outside of a little experimenting in college. But, ever since that night, when you reached out to me to make sure I was okay...I haven't been able to get you out of my head."
Trixie's eyes round out with surprise, then the blush returns. She nervously giggles. “I've… thought about you a lot, too. Like… 'a lot' a lot. I mean… I know it's not usually the smartest thing to date wrestlers in your own fed.” She winces a little. “Pretty first hand, really.” The Jinx looks back at Kanako and grins. “But there's always exceptions to rules and I kinda want to be an exception with you.” She pauses and scowls. “Okay, that sounded weird. This is why I throw people around for a living instead of writing poetry.”
Kanako smiles, "I thought you did just fine, Trixie..." She then leans up to Trixie, unable to restrain herself any longer, and plants a kiss on the goth beauty's lips
Trixie presses her lips tightly to Kanako's and both women feel their bodies warm and heads spin. It feels like a wonderful forever as Trixie stroke's Kanako's cheek and--
“Ahem.”
Both women break the kiss and whip their heads to the foot of the bed. An actual nurse, in a rubber duckie patterned scrubs, stares at them, bemused and arms crossed. She gestured to Trixie's ass.
“Sorry to ruin the mood, Ms. Akiyama,” the nurse says dryly, “but your friend has her butt against the 'call nurse' button on the side of your bed.” The nurse turns to leave, calling out, “And that's not regulation uniform.”
“But it has REAL POCKETS!” Trixie yells back. The nurse stops, turns around, and gives an impressed nod before leaving the room.
“Well, that was awkward,” Trixie says, scooting closer to Kanako. “Sorry the first kiss had an audience.”
"It's okay," Kanako replies, putting an arm around her, "I don't care who sees me kissing you, or who knows that I..." Her voice cracks a little and she looks away to regain her composure.
Trixie takes these words in, and realizing she's never actually heard anyone say anything like that about her before, tears up a little. “Same,” she says, kissing Kanako again, gently. Then, after a pause, she says, “But just in case.” Trixie reached across Kanako and grabs the privacy curtain, whipping it around the bed.
Kanako giggles, “So...I guess we’re really a couple now, huh?”
Trixie snickers, “There’s an old joke: What does a lesbian bring on the second date? A U-Haul.” Kanako smiles, and her eyes close as Trixie nuzzles her, “I’d like that, yeah, if you think you can put up with my bullshit.” She then kisses Kanako’s cheek, “Hey...Did I see Camille Cosworth leaving just before I came in? I know you’re tight with her and her girlfriend, so it makes sense she’d be visiting you.”
Kanako nods, “Yeah,” she then remembers what Cosworth had told her on her way out, “Oh, hey! I almost forgot! Last thing she said before leaving was to invite us on a double date with her and Yoona...on Taco Tuesday.”
Trixie freezes, her eyes growing wide as saucers. She'd written… a lot of very, very, very explicit fanfiction over the years, and quite a bit about her fellow FAWNsters. In the last few years, Cam and Yoona were the main stars of her currently 96 part fantasy series. While she'd been signing it with a fake name, there was a very, very obvious self-insert character named Pixie in it.
And, a few months back, Aloisia sent out the link to her archive of fiction to all the FAWN wrestlers.
Trixie's interactions with Yoona and Cam had been, at best, passing hellos most of the time. Now, her new girlfriend of all of three minutes, had announced they'd been invited by both of them to a double date… a double date with the two women she'd written detailed stories about exploring their bodies in countless carnal ways. And Trixie was relatively certain they'd seen that fanfiction.
Trixie turns bright red.
“Sure,” she croaks. “That'll be fun.”
Kanako grins, reaching up to tug at the collar of Trixie’s outfit, “Now then...I believe you said something about having a present for me to unwrap?”
The embarrassment vanishes while Trixie stares into Kanako's eyes. She is worth a little embarrassment. She takes her new girlfriend's hands and guides then to her open collar. "I hope you like it. I can't really exchange it."
“I wouldn’t exchange this…” she replies, her voice becoming husky with desire, “Not for anything…”
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She hates hospitals, always has, even before her career-threatening back injury. A natural response, she would often rationalize in her head, as nobody wants to be sick or hurt. But this is a special case, and a friend’s need overrides her own discomfort. She counts off the numbers of each room she comes across, making sure she doesn’t miss the room she’s looking for. Sure enough, she finally comes upon room 309. “That’s the one she said.” she nods and says out loud to nobody in particular. She then opens the door to find Kanako Akiyama sitting up in the hospital bed, looking out the window.
On the little set of drawers near the bed was several flower arrangements, sent by wellwishing fans and friends of the Japanese wrestler. Her freak accident, breaking her ankle in gruesome fashion during her recent ladder match with Trixie Decker, had stunned many who had seen it. Now, two days later, she was recovering from the ensuing reconstructive surgery, her right leg elevated and in a cast. Akiyama turned her head at the sound of the door opening and instantly, her disposition brightened, seeing one of her best friends standing there.
“Camille!” she chirps cheerfully. Cosworth began to open her mouth to voice a greeting to her friend, but was cut off by Kanako’s excited chatter. “Cam! Cam!” she shouts, causing Cam to blink in surprise. Kanako almost never called her by the shortened version of her name that almost everyone else did. She found Kanako’s formality in that way charming. “Check it out!” Akiyama continued, grabbing the controls to her hospital bed. “Bed goes up, bed goes down...Bed goes up, bed goes down.” She said with a derpy tone to her voice to match the quote she was referencing, pushing the appropriate buttons to make her bed do just that.
Camille let out a chuckle. One of the reasons she and the usually super-serious Japanese girl got along so well was that they would always get each other’s pop culture references. “When in doubt, quote The Simpsons,” Cam says finally, “you seem to be in a good mood, Kanako, all things considered.”
“Well,” she begins, shrugging, “it’s not like I can do much about my situation right now. Having you here definitely helps, as does all of this.” She then gestures to the flowers. “Knowing that I still have such devoted fans, in spite of...the things I did before...as well as being away for so long...it does my heart good.” Kanako then lets out a sigh before continuing, “So! Is Yoona parking Eleanor? She’ll be coming up here soon, right?” She prodded hopefully.
Cam visibly winces at the question; she had been dreading this inevitable question. “Well, uh...you see, Kanako…” Cam chuckles awkwardly as she rubs the back of her head.
“Camille…” Kanako frowns, folding her arms across her chest, her expression growing stern.
Cosworth lets out a sigh. Unable to find a tactful way to break the news, she decides to just rip the band-aid and be done with it. “Okay, okay! Yoona...didn’t come with me…”
“Oh…” Kanako answers, crestfallen. Her eyes cast downward as Cam fumbles for something to say to make her feel better.
“Look, Yoona should be here...she wanted to be here...but she just couldn’t. She feels guilty about what happened to you. You know, for someone with as much swagger as she has, she’s really good at self-loathing.”
“Hmph…” Kanako grunts, turning Camille’s explanation over in her head, “I suppose that makes sense. Even still, though, she’s being foolish! Yeah, my issue with my ankle started during our impromptu sparring match, but that was a freak accident; I pivoted wrong off that kick, bottom line! Plus, she wasn’t the one who rushed me back too soon, nor did she make me do a move that put all my weight down on that ankle when I knew that Trixie would’ve just let me climb that ladder at that point! There’s nobody to blame for the situation I’m in but me!”
Cam nods in understanding, “Deep down, I really do think Yoona understands all that. But you know her - she vents her frustrations through her fists. So when there’s no bad guy to beat up, she winds up beating herself up instead.”
Kanako nods at this, knowing the truth of that statement, “She really needs to find healthier ways to express herself.” She says, before adding with a chuckle, “Heh...Kind of rich coming from me, huh?”
“Yeah, the two of you should take up, like...knitting or something. Oh! Have you been on Twitter lately?”
“...Hashtag Bad Luck Dragon?”
Cam snaps her fingers in disappointment, “Darn! Beat me to it!”
“So, what’s that about, anyway? What is that, like a reverse Falchor?”
Cosworth shrugs, “I guess…” then after a brief pause, she adds, “The Swamp of Sorrows messed me up pretty bad…”
“Yeah,” Akiyama agrees, “I can’t believe they put that in a kid’s movie.”
“...I was 21 when I watched it for the first time.” Camille sheepishly admits. After another brief silence between the two friends, Cam changes the subject. “Anyway, let me know when you start rehab, and I’ll join you in the gym! God knows I’m going stir-crazy, waiting for medical clearance.”
“Still??” Kanako yelps incredulously, “What the hell?!”
Cam shrugs, “Bethany more or less told me that I’m more valuable making workout videos on Instagram than actually wrestling. I’ve actually been healthy for like six months now, and all I have to show for it is five new t-shirts and ZERO ring time!” she explains, getting increasingly agitated as she goes on.
Kanako frowns and grumbles, “That’s not right. If you’re cleared, you should be allowed to compete.”
Camille sighs, “I’ve written some very sternly letters to the board, but so far...nothing. I won’t lie, I’m getting pretty salty about it at this point. On top of that, Yoona’s one bad day away from challenging Bethany to a knife-on-a-pole deathmatch. Doesn’t help that you...well...you know.”
Kanako nods in understanding, “Let her know that it’s okay to see me, okay, Cam?” she entreats her friend, adding sadly, “I...I miss her.” Camille nods, unable to actually answer her, seeing her friend so heartbroken. Then, a thought occurs to the Japanese girl, “Say…” she says, tilting her head quizzically, “...did you ever run into Trixie after I got carted away?”
The wheels turn in Cosworth’s head. She hadn’t actually seen Trixie Decker since she and Kanako faced off at Summer Swelter, when Kanako’s horrible injury had happened. But the fact that the Japanese beauty brought Jinx up in the middle of their conversation told her something. “No, I haven’t,” she finally answers, “but...ummmm...I’m just gonna put this out there; next time Yoona and I have a date night, you’re invited.” When Kanako looks at her with a confused expression, she adds, “Both of you.”
Kanako blinks, then goes wide-eyed, blushing as she finally gets it. “W-well,” she stammers, “I mean...We haven’t actually…” her voice then trails off as she finds herself at a loss for words.
Camille responds with a chuckle, “Riiiiiiiiiight.” she grins and winks at her, “Well, Taco Tuesday is...er...Tuesday.”
Akiyama looks away meekly, “I’ll, uh...I’ll ask her if I see her.” she answers, before adding, “If she even wants to see me, anyway.”
“Oh, I think she will be,” the Girl of Tomorrow says reassuringly, “I mean, have you read any of her fan fiction? Trixie’s definitely...hmmm, how should I say this? She’s definitely in the mood for love.”
This draws an adorable squeak of surprise from Kanako, “O-oh! I...see…”
Seeing the normally confident and super-serious Kanako reduced to a shy schoolgirl brought a smile to Cam’s lips. “Well, I’m gonna get going.” She leans over as she gets up from her chair and kisses her friend on the cheek, “Feel better soon, Kanako. And one last bit of advice; don’t tweet when you’re on painkillers. Trust me on that one.”
Kanako smiles serenely, “Thank you, Camille. This has really lifted my spirits.”
Cam looks behind her, “See you on Taco Tuesday.” she winks at her again before finally turning to leave. Kanako bites her lower lip as she watches her leave, imagining her and Trixie out on a date.
As Kanako hangs up her cell phone, she hears the door to her room open and close. Another damned doctor she thinks, looking out the window. She takes in a deep sigh and closes her eyes. She hears high heels clack towards the bed, accompanied by the shuffling of paper. Then, a startlingly familiar voice pipes up.
“Well, the test results are back. Your sexiness levels seem pretty stable. I think we're still gonna start you on a daily regimine of cunnilingus, though, to be sure.” Kanako opens her eyes to see Trixie Decker in a barely-there vinyl “sexy nurse” dress, complete with a vintage nurse cap, white fishnets, and six inch high heels. The dress is unbuttoned down to her navel and Akiyama could only assume it wasn't opening to expose Decker by sheer will. It's the first time Kanako ever saw Trixie not donned in black, and it was a little jarring.
Trixie skims the paperwork, clucking her tongue and seeming distracted. “Now, we need to get a temperature.” She withdraws a thermometer from her dress's pocket and waves it about. “We can do oral, anal if you're feeling kinky.” She winks and licked her teeth. “Or I can think of a better place to stick ya.”
Kanako gasps and her face flushes upon seeing who it was "Trixie! H-hi! I was just talking about you!"
“My dear, that's the problem with demons,” Trixie says as she sits on the bedside. She takes Kanako's hand. “Say our name and you summon us.” Decker's eyes land on the gifts on the side table. “Oh, I see you've gotten presents. Sorry, the only thing I brought for you to unwrap is me.”
Kanako giggles and blushes a little, “Y-yeah...those are from Cassava Onika. I’ve gotten some supportive tweets over the last several months, so I guess she’s a fan.” She notices Trixie picking the dvds up and looking at them. “That one is “Kanako’s Greatest Moments”,” which gets an “awww” from Decker, “Yeah, I thought it was really sweet, too. The other one is...er…” the Japanese girl’s blush deepens, “she called it “FAWN’s Sexiest-slash-Jiggliest.”
Trixie raises an eyebrow at that, “Reeeeally? Well...I think we’re going to have to have a look at this and be the judge of that...together.” She winks at Kanako, drawing another giggle from the Los Angeles transplant.
Trixie’s expression then changes, the flirtation gives way to nervous sincerity. “I'm sorry about the match. You deserved better than how it ended. I didn't want it to go like that, but I also didn't want my stubborn attitude to get you fired. I hope you'll forgive me.” Trixie gives a weak smile. “And if you feel like punching me, I get it. I'll take one across the kisser for you.”
Kanako squeezes Trixie's hand, looking at her pretty face, completely taken by her, "Trixie...I don't blame you for anything that happened. I wish Camille had found you so she could've told you so you'd know before now. Please don't beat yourself up over it. If anybody's to blame for what went down, it's me."
“Still, you worked hard for a title shot. For this to happen, it's bullshit.” Trixie purses her lips then smiles. “But you'll be back in that ring in no time, kicking asses, taking names… making me slightly concerned about going a bit too far on the road to revenge. Y'know,” she brushes the injured fighter's hair, “Kanako stuff.”
Kanako smiles shyly at Trixie's hand caressing her hair, "I was worried that you didn't want to see me after what happened." She looks up at her once more, "I was afraid you were keeping your distance because you felt guilty about what happened, like Yoona...and nothing could be further from what I want right now."
Trixie looks confused for a moment. “Because you got hurt? Or because you were definitely on the winning side of the match? 'Cuz, not wanting to see someone over getting hurt is pretty shady, at best. And I'm a big girl. I can admit that you were most likely going to get the victory. And there's no shame in that. You're a hell of a fighter, and losing to you would be no shame.” She smiles. “The belt will look good on your waist, when you get it.” She snorts. “Not that I generally wish belts on anyone but, if that's your thing.” Trixie leans her head next to Kanako's.
"W-well..." Kanako can feel her heart thumping in her chest being this close to her, "if not because you felt bad about me getting hurt, then why did it take so long for you to come see me?"
Trixie's face flushes red. “A mix of things. I felt ashamed about the 'win,' about you getting stiffed. I wasn't sure you'd want to see me.” Decker shifts uncomfortably, like a kid in the principal's office. “I may have gone to management to demand they toss the match results because it was unfair to you… I might have gotten in a little trouble over it and may be getting sent off do a bunch of house shows in the middle of nowhere before the next pay-per-view as punishment.” Trixie looks nervously at Kanako. “I dunno. You just deserved better than all of this and I feel kind of ashamed, like I helped screw you over. And I don't want to do that. I want you to get all the success you deserve.”
"Trixie..." she says softly, "that's really sweet of you. I wouldn't have wanted you to get in trouble for me, though. I really hope they don't send you away. I would miss you. A lot." She bites her lower lip, "You know...before I met you, I was pretty sure I was straight, outside of a little experimenting in college. But, ever since that night, when you reached out to me to make sure I was okay...I haven't been able to get you out of my head."
Trixie's eyes round out with surprise, then the blush returns. She nervously giggles. “I've… thought about you a lot, too. Like… 'a lot' a lot. I mean… I know it's not usually the smartest thing to date wrestlers in your own fed.” She winces a little. “Pretty first hand, really.” The Jinx looks back at Kanako and grins. “But there's always exceptions to rules and I kinda want to be an exception with you.” She pauses and scowls. “Okay, that sounded weird. This is why I throw people around for a living instead of writing poetry.”
Kanako smiles, "I thought you did just fine, Trixie..." She then leans up to Trixie, unable to restrain herself any longer, and plants a kiss on the goth beauty's lips
Trixie presses her lips tightly to Kanako's and both women feel their bodies warm and heads spin. It feels like a wonderful forever as Trixie stroke's Kanako's cheek and--
“Ahem.”
Both women break the kiss and whip their heads to the foot of the bed. An actual nurse, in a rubber duckie patterned scrubs, stares at them, bemused and arms crossed. She gestured to Trixie's ass.
“Sorry to ruin the mood, Ms. Akiyama,” the nurse says dryly, “but your friend has her butt against the 'call nurse' button on the side of your bed.” The nurse turns to leave, calling out, “And that's not regulation uniform.”
“But it has REAL POCKETS!” Trixie yells back. The nurse stops, turns around, and gives an impressed nod before leaving the room.
“Well, that was awkward,” Trixie says, scooting closer to Kanako. “Sorry the first kiss had an audience.”
"It's okay," Kanako replies, putting an arm around her, "I don't care who sees me kissing you, or who knows that I..." Her voice cracks a little and she looks away to regain her composure.
Trixie takes these words in, and realizing she's never actually heard anyone say anything like that about her before, tears up a little. “Same,” she says, kissing Kanako again, gently. Then, after a pause, she says, “But just in case.” Trixie reached across Kanako and grabs the privacy curtain, whipping it around the bed.
Kanako giggles, “So...I guess we’re really a couple now, huh?”
Trixie snickers, “There’s an old joke: What does a lesbian bring on the second date? A U-Haul.” Kanako smiles, and her eyes close as Trixie nuzzles her, “I’d like that, yeah, if you think you can put up with my bullshit.” She then kisses Kanako’s cheek, “Hey...Did I see Camille Cosworth leaving just before I came in? I know you’re tight with her and her girlfriend, so it makes sense she’d be visiting you.”
Kanako nods, “Yeah,” she then remembers what Cosworth had told her on her way out, “Oh, hey! I almost forgot! Last thing she said before leaving was to invite us on a double date with her and Yoona...on Taco Tuesday.”
Trixie freezes, her eyes growing wide as saucers. She'd written… a lot of very, very, very explicit fanfiction over the years, and quite a bit about her fellow FAWNsters. In the last few years, Cam and Yoona were the main stars of her currently 96 part fantasy series. While she'd been signing it with a fake name, there was a very, very obvious self-insert character named Pixie in it.
And, a few months back, Aloisia sent out the link to her archive of fiction to all the FAWN wrestlers.
Trixie's interactions with Yoona and Cam had been, at best, passing hellos most of the time. Now, her new girlfriend of all of three minutes, had announced they'd been invited by both of them to a double date… a double date with the two women she'd written detailed stories about exploring their bodies in countless carnal ways. And Trixie was relatively certain they'd seen that fanfiction.
Trixie turns bright red.
“Sure,” she croaks. “That'll be fun.”
Kanako grins, reaching up to tug at the collar of Trixie’s outfit, “Now then...I believe you said something about having a present for me to unwrap?”
The embarrassment vanishes while Trixie stares into Kanako's eyes. She is worth a little embarrassment. She takes her new girlfriend's hands and guides then to her open collar. "I hope you like it. I can't really exchange it."
“I wouldn’t exchange this…” she replies, her voice becoming husky with desire, “Not for anything…”
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