It's easy to put on a brave face for your friends and almost easier to do it for your girlfriend, but Alejandra Alicea is anything but happy. Even though the hot water of the shower has been beating on her sore body for minutes now, she is still leaning against the wall of the shower in her dressing room, hands planted on the tiles as she tries to sort herself out.
I won the match, my first PPV match in the big leagues, she thinks to herself once again, as she has for minutes,
but I let her have her way with me... how I almost let Taffy Black do the same...Her right hand instinctively slides to her ample chest before sliding down the hard planes of her abs.
I know this is part of it, I've been a fan since I was young, and it's not like I haven't worked this kind of gig before, but... I should have been able to resist that Punta...At this point, Alejandra feels a now familiar pair of slender but strong arms wrapping aroung her chisled waist, the naked frame attached to those arms silently pressing herself against the Latina's back. Alejandra is so keyed up that she actually startles just a hair, but then relief floods her as she relaxes.
"
Gata! I'm sorry... just... really sore after that match and--"
"Shhh!" The woman known only to Alejandra as Miko Kurihara shushes her girlfriend in between tender kisses along her broad shoulders. "Shshshshsh! It's okay,
mi amor, I'm here now, it's okay...You can let it out..."
Alejandra opens her mouth to protest, to say that everything is totally fine, but her own first commandment of their growing relationship echoed in her head, her own words. No lies. She pushes gently off the shower wall and cups Miko's hands with her own as she leans into her ministrations.
"I didn't really do you or anyone else proud tonight, did I?"
"Of course you did! You beat that bitch's ass fair and square! It's not your fault that she couldn't handle it and took advantage of you!" She turns Alejandra around to look her in the eye. "What she did to you... what she did to you was not your fault!"
"I know that... It's..." The Latina slides her hands up the body of the woman she's already promised to herself that she would protect and settles those hands on her smooth, perfect shoulders. "I've done all kinds of work. Back home, you did whatever you could to do right by your family, right? I thought this wouldn't be any different, right?" She feels like she's just saying the same things she's been telling herself, but maybe, if she just tells someone else, tells HER, she can make sense of it. Make it right.
J!nxx nods. "I get it. Hey, I've been watching you guys for almost two years now. I know what FAWN's about. As for doing what you have to to help out your family... I'm kind of a black sheep, so I don't think our
raisons d'etre are quite the same, hon." She rests her hands on her girlfriends's hips, still drunk in love with the stunning Latina powerhouse, but unwilling to go any further unless and until Alejandra is ready and willing to.
Alejandra smiles at the feel of those hands and kisses the Asian girl on the forehead. "Doesn't matter if we do things for different reasons,
carina. We take the same risks in the ring, don't we?" Her chiseled body shivers just a hint despite the still-steaming water beating on the pair. "I just... I didn't want to be at Alia's mercy. Especially because I won. Isn't that the FAWN motto? Victors take the spoils, or what not?"
J!nxx blushes slightly at her kiss "Something like that, yeah, you're right. She really does deserve an ass-kicking." She frowns as her thoughts get darker. "Wanna posse up and show that cunt what happens when you cross that line?"
Alejandra chuckles a little at that, buoyed up a bit by J!nxx's straightforward approach. "You're going to say I'm stupid, but while I want to keep you close, I don't want to gang-up on Alia. One-on-one is one-on-one, and besides, I don't want her... like that. I don't want to 'take my spoils'." She kisses the beautiful girl in front of her again, this time on the nose. "I've got all the spoils I want right here."
J!nxx purrs at the sweet talk and plants a kiss of her own on her girlfriend's lips. "Ditto, babe." Her voice trails off for a moment before she adds, "Alejandra?"
The Latina licks her lips after the kiss and quirks her head slightly, her unspoken little gesture to tell J!nxx to keep going.
"I, uh...I don't think I've actually said this yet, but..." She swallows hard, a little choked up.
Alejandra quirks an eyebrow. "Well, spit it out." She grins.
She looks up at her. "
Te amo," she says barely above a whisper, wanting to say it in Alejandra's own native language
The worries, and yes, they still swam in the back of the Latina's head, melted then as did any pretense of cocky pride or determination. Even the aches and bruises from the hard-fought match were forgotten.
"I... yes." Alejandra wraps up the slightly smaller woman in her arms and kisses her deeply. "
Te amo," she whispers back, like a prayer wrapped in a promise.
A small trickle of happy tears mixes with the shower water as J!nxx begins to make out with Alejandra, her hands moving from her hips to kneading her buttcheeks. "Ah!" She catches herself. "S-sorry... We don't have to if you're not up to it..." she says contritely
Alejandra flashes a flirty grin as she maneuvers her lover away from the glass shower door and up against the tiles, her hands sliding over wet skin to cup her chin and her perfect ass. "And waste the last of the hot water,
gata? There's no better way to wash away what that
punta did to me than a baptism with you,
corazon."
Even as Alejandra moves to christen their protestations of love with another kiss, Alejandra promises herself, in the back of her head, that next time... and there will be one... she won't let herself fall to the Jewel of Jordan's wiles, forced or not.