Broken Handcuffs [III]

xvii.

(Look. There was no fucking way I wasn't gonna address this gay shit. Alexa and Mickie have AP Chemistry and there was no way I could resist.)

With the filming night coming to a close, Lexi walked into her private champion locker room to find her girlfriend waiting on her across the nice couch.

"Hey you," Lexi draped her body across the back of the furniture and kisses Mercedes's lips. "I'm so tired babe." She gets back upright and unlatched the title belt from around her waist, giving it to Sasha because she knows how much Mercedes likes to play with it.

"What was that out there? With Mickie?" Sasha has a light tone to her voice but it's already caught Lexi's attention. She chuckles.

"Nothing."

Mercedes sits up, "I figured you'd say that, so I paused the exact moment I'm talking about so you can see it." Sasha pats the spot next to her and turns on the screen to no doubt find it paused at Alexa and Mickie's segment tonight. Lexi sits down in silence, ready to ride Sasha's jealous wave out and get some sleep.