Broken Handcuffs [III]

vi.

"So," Mercedes couldn't stop the smile from growing while she kept her eyes on the road, "you love me?" She gave a quick glance to see Lexi knock her head against the dashboard in exasperation. "I think it's cute! You loooooove meeeee~"

"How old are you again?" Lexi groaned and Sasha only stuck out her tongue in response. "I rest my case." She shook her head, her own smile begrudgingly coming. "Yes, I love you." Sasha stopped at the red light, turning to face the champion.

"I'm sorry, did you-" She was cut off by a pair of lips. A pair of very soft lips. And oh shit she's melting, butterflies flapping their pretty wings in her tummy and up to her chest to the point she feels like she could fly away. Mercedes lets go of the wheel, one hand on Lexi's arm that's around her shoulder cradling the back of her head. She can feel her fingers— thumb to be specific— stroking her jawline gently and tucking hair away from her cheek.

Lexi doesn't want to stop. I mean she kissed her to make her stop, but now she didn't want to stop and Sasha's response is making it hard to want to stop. Kissing Mercedes felt like finding something. Something you've been missing for a long time, something you've been looking for and eventually giving up after so long, only to find it by a happy accident.

Lexi moves away due to the lack of oxygen. She clears her throat, blinking a little to shake the fog out of her head before looking at Sasha again. The visuals were something she wasn't prepared for. Mercedes was flushed— beautifully so and her lips which are naturally plush were swollen from the repeat kisses and Lexi was tempted to bite that lower lip that seemed to have been pouting at her.

"Um...."

Beep!

The two women jump, Sasha starting to drive again as the tense atmosphere starts to filter out. Lexi however doesn't stop looking at her. How her chocolate skin has the prettiest shade of pink around her cheeks and neck, her lips— dear Lord her lips, her eyes, her hair...

"Stop looking at me like that," Sasha exhales. "And before you ask, like you want me to pull over and we have one of our meetings again. It's unfair and we have to see Nicole. Our mutual friend. Remember?"

Lexi hums in approval, "You're just extremely beautiful." She starts to mess with Mercedes's hair, twirling the ends with her fingers. "I've always wanted to kiss you, y'know."

"No! Nope nope nope!" Mercedes slaps Lexi's hands away, "We are not having that conversation right now."

Lexi laughs, "I have! And your skin is so lovely! I've always loved your melanin, Mercedes." She uses two fingers to make a walking motion up Sasha's shoulder. "You don't know how many times I've thought of tasting it, of marking this beautiful skin of yours. To kiss you all over."

Sasha stops hard on the brakes but it doesn't faze Alexa the slightest, "Keep it up and—"

"I'll have you bent over the backseat? Begging for release? Not let you be able to walk, let alone wrestle next week?" The older woman challenges.

Mercedes shivers, "You're an evil, kinky woman." Lexi gives her a condescending Little Miss Bliss smile.

"When I want to be, but we have to see Nicole. Our mutual friend. Remember?"

"Most definitely evil." Mercedes growled, starting the car once again.

"Hmm, I hope I get to test how flexible you are."

"Lexi!"

The woman cackles like a Disney villain.

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Nicole makes it to the Performance Center worried as hell. There were so many hazards for baby Birdie and she couldn't help thinking the worst case scenario when she noticed there were no police cars or ambulances. No news press, nothing. It was like a regular day but Brie text that it was an urgent emergency at the Center. John was exiting so she inquired him first.