And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 66 -Knickers In A Twist

"What the heck is the word Bogan?" I cringed at Rhea beside me driving. I have no idea the word she just said meant.

Rhea laughed. "If someone's a bogan, there like... like, i don't know, like a redneck I guess you'd call it."

"That's weird. Australia is weird." I said, smiling.

Rhea laughed. "Just wait until I take you there."

"Really?" I whispered.

"One day, Flo. Everything and everyone I love is there. My whole family." Rhea replied.

It warmed my heart to hear she wanted me to meet the people she loved. Her family. Show me Australia.

"I bet there's heaps of things you'd think were weird." Rhea added, in a good mood that I loved. "Like the words brekky, rellies, servo, stubby, dunny, knickers-"

"What the heck is knickers?" I laughed.

Rhea chuckling herself. "Panties. You would say someone has their knickers in a twist if they're stressing about something unimportant." She said.

"Knickers." I whispered, shaking my head. Weird country...

It had been a couple days and we were on the way to Smackdown, nearly at the arena.

Once we arrived, Rhea held my hand the way in. Greeting a few people and avoiding some that Rhea chose to.

I was sitting on the couch in her dressing room, watching her do her makeup when I grew rather bored. "Can I come sit on your lap?" I asked quietly. Rhea looked at me through the mirror, eyebrow raised and I thought she was gonna say no, so I added. "I'll hell you with your hair? It's just gelled back, right?"

Rhea smiled a little. "Yeah, alright." She answered.

I got up and found myself a good spot on her knee, Rhea resting her hands on my hips. "You're so sexy." Rhea whispered as I grabbed her tub of gel.

She made me giggle and blush a little, even having to readjust my spot on her thigh. "You're pretty." I complimented her back and began pushing her hair back, gel running through it.

"That feels nice." Rhea closed her eyes, resting her head back a little. She was really enjoying this.

So I made sure to spend as long as I could pretending to do her hair. Watching and enjoying seeing her in pleasure. In peace.

I lent to kiss her on the cheek softly, maybe a bit close to her lips, but I tried not to mess up her makeup.

Rhea opened her eyes finally, smiling a little. "I love you, Flo. I'm sorry if I've been a little angry this week."

"Yeah... just a little." I replied.

" I know." She tucked some hair behind my ear. "I just- I get really angry about you... I want you safe and healthy."

"I know." I assured her. "It's okay. I understand, Rhea."

"I really want to kiss you." Rhea whispered, looking at my lips. "But you'd get covered in black lipstick, and the image of that makes my pussy fucking ache."

I smiled a little. "Maybe you shouldn't take the makeup up after the show."

Rhea smiled, dabbing at her lip and pressing it on my jaw, her eyes lighting up at the small black she'd just marked me with. "I'll see."

The door to her dressing room opened and I was a bit surprised who popped their head in. "Do you fucking knock?" Rhea looked over her shoulder in anger.

Grayson Waller was looking between us, a little worried look on his face. "Sorry, um didn't think about that. Im in a rush, and was told you have some eyeliner. I need some for-"