And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 43 - Filthy Tongue For An Angel

"Lollipop?" I pulled two from my bag, offering one to Rhea an hour into the flight. She looked at them and then at me like a child, shaking her head. "Your loss." I mumbled, and then smiled when Rhea didn't hear me.

Opening the lemonade one, I stick it in my mouth and save the other one for later. When I sit back in my chair, Rhea is lightly shaking her head at me in disappointment. "What's the problem?" I ask her.

Rhea licked at her teeth. "You're getting pretty fucking confident talking to me like that."

I smiled. "Because you're not scary."

Rhea rolled her eyes. "You know there's so much you're still yet to experience."

"Enlighten me." I said happily.

"Gagging, clamps-"

"Oh my god. Shhh." I put my hand on Rheas mouth to shut her up. I could feel her smiling beneath it.

"You asked." She said muffled under my hand.

"I didn't think you'd say that, and that loud" I removed my hand, honestly unsure of how to even act now.

"Someone's gotta shut your pretty mouth up. That attitude is getting too much." Rhea smirked.

She indeed did shut me up for the next 2 hours. I filled in my time by watching this terrible movie. After it, there was maybe an hour left to go when I noticed Rhea was I think asleep.

It was just about 2am.

I spotted the hand she hand grabbing my thigh, and I put my hand on hers, slinking my fingers through hers and squeezing. I rested my head on her shoulder, and she seemed to wake up a little to notice me.

It was a few seconds before Rhea squeezed my hand, rubbed her thumb against the front of my hand, and shifted down to kiss my forehead.

Oh, I melted.

"You're sweet." I whispered, not sure if she'd heard me. Now, I just wanted to sleep.

I wasn't sure because I was nearly asleep, but I swear she whispered back. "You're sweeter."

Rhea woke me up just we landed, and helped me off the plane even though I could walk myself. She led us through the airport, eventually to her truck and letting me inside.

We stopped at my house, so I could grab a few things, and Rhea looked around my house more than usual while I did. "Find anything interesting?"

"Apart from this, no." Rhea held up one of my prize possessions.

"Hey! That's mine." I crossed my arms. Staring at her amused face to my replica of The Miz's belt.

Rhea spun the centre of the belt, laughing as it circling around to an M instead of W. "You like The Miz?" Rhea asked insulted. "Does he know you have this."

"Definitely not. He was my favourite." I said proudly.

"Oh yeah? And who's your favourite now?" Rhea asked, setting my belt down softly.

I pretended to think about it, humming and tapping my chin. "I mean... the Miz is always going to be special to me. I really like Seth, Finn, Damien, Trevor, Logan-"

Rhea charged for me, and I ran. Knowing the exact place to go, I ran into my bed room, hiding behind the door. I could hear her coming, and as soon as she came in, I scared her, jumping up onto her back, trapping her in my best attempt of a sleeper hold. "Tap! Tap!" I shouted.

Rhea hardly wobbled with me around her, and I could hear her giggling.

Suddenly, I was chucked over her head and landed harshly on my shoulder on the bed. I made sure to face away from Rhea, holding my shoulder, and I began grunting. "Oh my god, Rhea." I made noises of pain, moaning and wiggling on my side.