Our Multiverse (Jenlisa One shots)

Runaway Bride (Smut)

*No one's POV*

Lisa was driving home from training, today was freaking harassing, All she wanna do is go home and maybe watch some porn.

She took a left turn on a street and saw a girl.

"Does she not realize it's pouring rain and freezing out right now?", She muttered as her headlights illuminated the raven haired beauty in the snow white wedding dress, standing at the side of the road, thumb out, fighting a losing battle with a too full skirt and holding a pair of white diamonte studded Louboutins in her free hand.

Lisa pulled alongside of her, and rolled down the passenger window. "It's a storm out there." Lisa stated, her eyes roamed over the brides body, her throat instantly constricting, her dick instantly getting hard at the thought of her in the dress, ripping the dress off, letting it fall to the floor.

"No shit. Seriously? I hadn't noticed." The bride said quietly as she slid into the passenger seat seconds after Lisa told her to get in. She said nothing, but as lisa drove, The brides eyes wandered over Lisa slowly. She wasn't an idiot, she knew who The Lisa Manoban was. The fact that Lisa had actually picked her up and gotten her out of the storm had her intrigued beyond all reason.

And then there was the fact that she'd watched Lisa fighting on television and live since Ring of Honor and at night, the bride had fantasized about Lisa when her fiancee was out working, or doing anything other than being with her..

The slow unzipping had Lisa looking over. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice coming out deep, commanding. The sight of a bare back had her shifting in her seat.

"I'm getting the hell out of this dress. When I get home, I'm burning it." Jennie said calmly as the zipper snagged. "Shit. Hey, can you stop a minute and unzip me?" Jennie asked, as she smiled to herself, facing away from Lisa, Maybe if she played her cards right, with the way Lisa was looking at her, practically fucking her with those gorgeous doe Chocolate orbs of hers, then tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

Hell, it could even get downright interesting.

Lisa raised a brow, and muttered to herself but she pulled over, nonetheless and tugged the zipper completely down. She gulped as she saw the flaming red satin thong peeking beneath the dress. Clearing her throat she asked quietly, "Better?"

Jennie nodded, a small smile playing across her face. The dim lighting from the radio showed she must have been crying before he picked her up. "You okay?" Lisa asked, leaning in, not sure why she was compelled to do this.

" If you call catching your soon to be husband and your supposed best friend screwing in the coat room at your wedding to said husband okay, then I'm fucking stellar." Jennie muttered, leaning in, her lips dangerously close to Lisa's right now.

"Ouch." Lisa said quietly as she raked a hand over her Ash grey hair and said quietly, "It gets better." as her hand shot out, as if it had a mind of it's own, and her thumb trailed over Jennie's jawbone slowly.

" It's looking up as of the past five minutes." Jennie muttered, saying to hell with common sense, to hell with worrying about what she'd think. It wasn't like she'd ever see her again, and frankly, she wanted Lisa.

"Oh really?" Lisa muttered, leaning in closer, noticing how the dress was slowly sliding lower and lower.

"Yes, really. I'm sort of a fan of yours." Jennie muttered as she looked at her, licked her lips slowly, leaning in, her chest making contact with Lisa's.

" Given the shoes and the dress, I wouldn't have taken you for a wrestling fan." Lisa muttered, her eyes fixing on Jennie's as she leaned in, her hand going to the corset front of the dress.