September 18th, 2018 Tulsa, Oklahoma (Continued)

"Hey Charlie."

Charlotte wasn't often taken off guard, but she unmistakably was at this moment. She prided herself on being ready and willing to take on anything that was thrown her way. Which went a long way in this business, but the vision in front of her had the blonde wondering if she was seeing things. "Becca?"

Rebecca couldn't stop grinning as the wrestler continued to stare at her and hold steady in the doorway. "Who else you know dat looks this good?" She joked lightheartedly. Beginning to feel a little self-conscious at the intensity of the look in Charlotte's eye.

Had she made the right move coming? Would Charlie think she we crazy for showing up like this?

"Gonna invite me in or should I go find caterin'?" Rebecca asked. Trying her best to keep the tone light and joking even when she wasn't able to get a read on her girlfriend.

The blonde stood still as a statue. Half convinced that Rebecca was a figment of her imagination brought on by exhaustion and stress. Even if she, was Charlotte wasn't willing to let her leave. A hallucination of the redhead was better than nothing. "Becca." She repeated. Hand moving towards the other woman until her fingers made contact and erased any lingering doubt in her mind.

"Last I checked." Were the only words Rebecca could get out before her feet were abruptly disconnected from the floor. Body crushed comfortably against her girlfriend's as she twirled them around with a blinding smile distracting Rebecca from anything else. "Put me down ya big oaf!" She squealed in delight.

That was the last thing Charlotte wanted to do but she compromised and let Rebecca's feet reconnect with the ground. Arms unrelenting in their iron hold on the shorter woman. Stealing a kiss before she wasted any time saying a single word. "I'd ask why you're here, but I don't care right now."

A smile was all it took for everything else in the world to not matter. A kiss was all it took for the world to not exist outside of the two.

Time ticked onwards even as Rebecca and Charlotte ignored its inevitable passage. Only becoming aware of it once more when the door opened up behind them.

"Charlotte can I borrow som—" The sound of the door quickly slamming right back closed filled the room. "Sorry. Didn't know you weren't alone. Should I come back?" Paige's accented voice called through the wood. "Also. Hey Becca!"

Rebecca buried her face near Charlotte's collarbone and laughed at getting caught like some teenagers making out in high school. The dull rumble from her laughter affecting the blonde more than she let on. Knees barely remaining steady as all the blood seemed to rush from her brain and the only thought she could actually concentrate on was what Rebecca would look like underneath her right now if Paige had shown up a few scant minutes later.

"'Ello Paige." The redhead called out as she stared up at the blue storms looking down on her. "Could me and Charlie have a few minutes?"

"Sure… Don't leave any marks where the camera can see."

Both women inside the room blushed a little at the remark. "T'anks fer the advice."

Charlotte listened intently as she heard Paige's footsteps move away from the doorway. A quiet reality of their own comfortably enveloping them in its simplicity. This was easy. Rebecca made sense even when the rest of the world didn't.

"Yer cryin' Charlie." The soft Irish voice matching the smooth pad of her thumb gliding over Charlotte's cheek and stealing the tear away.

"Sorry." The blonde whispered out of reflex.

"Nothin' to be sorry for lass. Hopin' it's a happy cry though."

Charlotte lips stretched into a genuine smile. Leaning down to press her forehead against Rebecca's. "Very happy." Lips connecting for a brief moment. "More than I knew possible."

(Present) November 17th, 2018 Los Angeles, California

Rebecca stepped out of the warm hug and took a deep breath. Bayley's gorilla like grip finally letting her go and allowing her to turn towards the other wrestler.

Slowly approaching Sasha and staring into the large, dark, thick lenses that covered her eyes. "Sasha."

A small smile slowly replaced the nearly permanent scowl that had been on the wrestler's face as of late. "What are you still doing over there?"

The redhead wasted no more time in launching herself at Sasha. Arms latching around her, tight as Rebecca dared. "How are you doin'?"

"Doctor says I could be—"

Rebecca's head shook before she cut off the wrestler. "How are you doing?"

Sasha stiffened for a brief second, but a sigh seemed to take all that tension straight away. "Pissed off. I hate sitting on the sidelines." The words held more than fair share of weight. "I know she's your girl but it's hard being so close and seeing someone else take over."

"I get it." The Irish woman spoke quietly. "I'm sure she does too."

Sasha nodded and the two let go of each other. "Thanks."

"We should probably get going." Bayley spoke up as she grabbed onto Rebecca's luggage.

"You don't have to." Rebecca got out.

"I know." The brunette said. Rolling the luggage along and leading the two towards the exit.

September 19th, 2018 Tulsa, Oklahoma (The morning after)

A fraction of morning sunshine crept around the thick dark green curtains covering the windows. The sliver of warmth landing on Rebecca's nose as she clung tighter to the pleasantly exhausted, sleeping body next to her. Responding to the heat by burrowing her nose into the back of Charlotte neck and inhaling the sweet fruity scent of blond hair as sleep slowly lost it's grip on her.

If she had it her way, Rebecca would wake up like this every morning. The where didn't matter, only that Charlotte was there beside her.

She groaned low in her throat when the buzzing noise of a phone vibrating took her out of the tranquil moment. Reaching over without a second thought to grab the offensive object and answer it with a tired, "'Ello?"

"Rebecca?"

The Irish woman may be just barely awake, but she was pretty sure she recognized the voice on the other end of the line. "'Ey Bayley. Whatcha doin' callin' me in the mornin'?"

"I'm not. I called Charlotte."

"Oh." Realization striking through the redhead like a bolt of lightning. Didn't this sort of thing only happen in the movies? Why didn't she just send it to voicemail? "Want me to—"

"Not unless she's already awake. I can call back later."

Rebecca peered at the woman comfortably pressed against her, noting the closed eyes and steady rise and fall of her chest. "I'll tell her you called."

"Thanks… I know Sash mentioned it but I'm sorry if I came across harsh… I was being unfair. Judging you based on things that had nothing to do with you."

"I think I'm starting to understand." Rebecca spoke softly, sad smile on her face while she unconsciously squeezed the woman next to her a little tighter. "I'm really glad you care about her so much. Makes it easier to leave her knowin' she's got friends like you and Sasha."

A short stretch of silence came before Bayley spoke again. "You've said something similar before… I'm sorry I doubted you."

Rebecca didn't know what to say. "You don't have to worry as much anymore." Confident that her words were true the moment she saw a pair of curious sleepy eyes peering at her from underneath heavy lids. "I've got her long as she'll let me."

(Present) November 17th, 2018 Los Angeles, California

Once they had all piled into the small rental sedan and taken off on their way to the hotel it all started finally feeling real to Rebecca. The tryout tomorrow morning, seeing Charlotte and the promise of an unobstructed week of bliss with her girlfriend made her fingers twitch with a nervous energy. Fiddling idly with the delicate silver chain around her left wrist and the small charm dangling from it as her eyes scanned the city. The traffic giving her plenty of time to stew.

"Got anything planned for tonight?"

Sasha's voice from the passenger seat up front grabbed her attention. "Not that I know of." Rebecca answered. Pulling out her phone and checking her notifications. "Waitin' for Charlotte to get back to me though."

The wrestler turned around in her seat to look back at Rebecca. Sparing a quick glance towards Bayley to check that she was focused primarily on driving and not paying her much attention. "You know if you need anything, I'm free tonight."

Rebecca understood the unspoken offer and nodded. "I'll keep it in mind." Sunshine glinting off the silver surrounding her wrist.

October 6th, 2018 Dublin, Ireland

Rebecca's phone sat in front of her on the old faded dashboard. The car itself sitting still in the parking lot of a local gym as she waited patiently for the call she knew was coming any minute now.

Eyes falling on the small package sitting innocently on her passenger seat. The note attached to it only making her anticipate this call even more. 'Wait to open till I call – C

When her phone finally began to ring, Rebecca's hand shot out to grab hold of it. Accepting the call before it had a chance to complete it's second ring. "Can I open it now?"

Charlotte's laughter was like seeing the sunrise; comforting and full of promise. "You can't wait a minute Becks?"

"I suppose I can suffer a little longer." Sighing heavily into the mic while she was unable to wipe the happiness from her face. "So, how's the outback been treatin' ya? Besides losin' of course."

"Wow. Can't even pretend for me?" Charlotte teased.

"It was a tag match and you lost by count out. I t'ink you'll be fine Charlie." The banter between making the redhead miss the wrestler even more. "

"How can I love someone so cruel."

Rebecca shrugged. "I've always loved you as the big bad evil queen. Maybe you're just naturally attracted to the dark side."

"And maybe the queen just needed something to remind her she's worth it."

The Irish woman was touched beyond words. "Charlie…"

"Open it."

There was only a small moment of hesitation before Rebecca carefully tore into the packaging. Eventually revealing a sleek black, rectangular box that she slowly took the lid off.

"Do you like it?" Charlotte asked with a hint of worry.

"Charlie…" Rebecca repeated as she stared down into the box. Fingers slowly pinching the object and pulling it out. "It's beautiful."

"Perfect. It will match the person who's wearing it."

The silver chain dangling from her fingers was a gorgeous piece. Fine, intricate silver knotting painstakingly woven to create the chain itself with a beautifully crafted gold clasp shaped like a crown. A tiny clock carved out of green gemstone linked into the chain on the other side that seemed to glow brightly from the center. "This must have cost you a lot."

Rebecca stared around her car. From the way the visor seemed ready to drop off at any moment, to the dirty, haphazard state of the interior. Bags filled with everything she may need taking up most of the space. Old workout clothes she had been too tired to throw in the laundry properly, thrown into a duffel bag in the back seat. Kneepads that had soaked up buckets of sweat during wrestling practices peeked out from the top of mess.

"I hope you like it. It took a while to find someone who could do what I wanted, but luckily you meet a lot of interesting people through this job."

The only thing that could have made this moment better was if Charlotte was actually here right now so Rebecca could show her just how much she appreciated the gesture. "The clock?" She asked.

"Time's the only thing I wish we had more of. Any time I spend with you over the phone or in person is something to cherish."

Rebecca held a hand up to her mouth as a few traitorous tears made their way out of her eyes. "I wasn't sure it was possible, but I think I love you even more somehow."

"Only ten more days and you can tell me that in person."

"Can't wait. If you play yer cards right, you might get to be a winner at the end of that night." The redhead joked.

"I thought my girlfriend would be more sympathetic after a loss."

"If I didn't have so much faith in you, I wouldn't be makin' fun of ya." Rebecca said with a grin as she lovingly placed the bracelet back in its box. As much as she wanted to wear it, a session in the gym was a recipe for something bad happening to the gift.

"Just remember you'll pay for those jokes when I see you."

"Lookin' forward to it Charlie."

October 16th, 2018 Washington, D.C. (Smackdown 1000)

Charlotte had been looking forward to this day for the last couple weeks.

"Damn Char. Staring outside ain't goin' to make her Uber get here quicker." Naomi spoke up from her spot sitting on top of a large crate.

"She said it would be around fifteen minutes." The tall blonde tapping her foot on the concrete floor of the arena's underground parking lot that was currently overrun with WWE production vehicles.

"And it's been eighteen." The dark haired woman spoke matter of fact. "Chill out."

Her words didn't stop the other wrestlers pacing or bring her eyes away from the ramp that led down into the arena's lot. "I am chill."

"Sure you are." Naomi said with a suitable amount of sarcasm.

"You didn't have to wait out here with me." Charlotte countered.

"And miss this? No way."

Just when the blonde was about to respond she saw a black SUV stop near the top of the ramp where a security guard for the arena walked up to the driver's side window.

After a brief exchange Charlotte saw the back door open up. Anxious excitement rising the moment she saw a flash of red hair bounce above the doorframe.

"See. You're way to entertainingly cute when she's here." Naomi's voice pulling Charlotte's feet back to the ground.

"Shut up. Like you and Jimmy are always so reserved." The taller woman snapped back before all her attention returned to the redhead rolling her suitcase steadily towards her. Beaming smile on her face and a glint of silver wrapped around her wrist.

"Yer a sight for sore eyes." Rebecca happily stated. "'Ey Naomi. How ya doin'?"

"Great." The wrestler plainly said. Hopping off the crate she had been sitting on and grinning at the pair before she began to walk away. "I'll leave you two alone then. I'm sure Charlotte's gonna go insane if she has to wait any longer."

Once Naomi was far enough away that she couldn't overhear Charlotte admitted, "She's not wrong." Grabbing a hold of Rebecca's waist with both hands and pulling her into a kiss that quickly became heated. The redhead's hands letting go of her suitcase to find a new home around Charlotte's neck.

"Glad I made it here then." Rebecca said in the brief pause they took to regain their breath.

Charlotte response was to fuse their lips together once again. One hand sneaking underneath Rebecca's borrowed, old sweatshirt of hers to splay across the warm skin beneath.

She hadn't really been lying about what Naomi said. The closer the Irish woman had gotten to the arena, the harder it was for Charlotte to wait with anything that could be considered patience.

Both of them were too caught up in one another to notice the camera moving into the parking lot on the other side of the arena. Though they both did notice the limousine's engine as it rumbled into the lot. The noise causing them both to break their kiss and turn their heads.

"We should probably move." Charlotte whispered. Noting the camera that was currently pointed towards the vehicle and edging Rebecca towards a doorway.

"Seems like a good idea."

They both silently moved towards the door while the limo's occupants emptied out.

"We still on fer dinner with your dad?" Rebecca asked as the man in question got out of the vehicle and clapped the other members of the Evolution faction on the back.

"Yep. Then after that you're all mine." Charlotte said with a wide toothy grin. Reaching the door and grabbing hold of her girlfriend's hand to drag her inside.

"Hope you didn't plan anythin' fer the mornin' Charlie. Cause you're not gonna be makin' it if you did."

October 17th, 2018 Washington, D.C.

Waking up the next day was the most relaxed and satisfied Charlotte had felt in quite some time. A smile already etched into her face the moment she stirred.

She could give the credit for her mood to being able to sleep in, but Charlotte knew that wasn't the case. She had slept in before for a bit of extra rest after a particularly grueling day but had never felt this good afterwards. The only difference was the presence of a certain redhead she was finding it harder and harder to be away from.

Rebecca had definitely been telling the truth last night. There was no way she would have been awake if she had anything planned for the morning.

Of course, the redhead hadn't known that she herself would end up the more exhausted of the two. Charlotte's only guess for that oversight being that Rebecca underestimated how much arriving in an old sweatshirt of hers would do to her. She was actually a little upset when the redhead insisted on changing into some nicer clothes before their dinner with Ric.

Charlotte reluctantly rolled away from the other woman she had been pleasantly snuggled up against. Legs swinging over the side of the bed as her arms stretched high into the air above.

A tiny groan from behind made her worry that the movement had woken up the sleeping redhead, but after a quick adjustment Rebecca seemed to settle back down.

The blonde stood up and slipped into a shirt to cover up and protect her nakedness from the room's efficient air conditioning. Walking over to the small desk where she had hastily tossed her phone last night when Rebecca had been attacking her neck. The redhead's delight at making Charlotte a mess from barely anything clear in the way she smirked.

She picked up the device and saw an obscene amount of notifications that had her eyebrow raising in suspicion. It wasn't abnormal for her to have lots of messages but the considerably large number of them was somewhat alarming.

Charlotte had planned on quickly glancing back at the sleeping Irish woman on the bed to see if she was sleeping but that quick glance swiftly turned into a longing stare. A single bare leg peeking out from beneath the thin sheet that fell softly over Rebecca's body and hinted at the curves it hid from her wandering eyes.

A subtle glow out of the corner of her eyes snapped Charlotte's attention back to the phone. Fresh notifications drawing her in till she unlocked the phone and checked in on them.

As she first began to sift through the mess Charlotte was confused to say the least. Messages of congratulations, both joking and sincere raising her confusion.

Rather than trying to continue searching through the massive pile of messages she focused in on a particular thread from Carmella to hopefully get a streamlined account of why she was getting bombarded this morning.

It didn't help all that much, but it did point her in a direction for answers.

09:36 – Omg! Please tell me when the wedding is?

09:38 – XD they're already calling you queen of the dirstsheets

09:53 – I think you two broke them.

The last text from Carmella included a link that Charlotte wasted no time clicking. Bringing her to an article from one of the many wrestling related news sites.

'After an eventful and historic 1000th episode of Smackdown most of the talk the day after isn't about the reunion of Evolution; the great matches that took place, Undertaker's return, or the intense interview with Sasha Banks that took place on the Cutting Edge. No. Instead the talk of the wrestling world seems to be about something that wasn't even meant to be caught on screen.

Some online sleuths may claim that it was too much of a coincidence to have not been planned but sources within the company say it wasn't noticed by anyone until well after the live segment had ended.

As of right now we have no further information about the identity of Charlotte Flair's (Ashley Fliehr) mysterious redheaded companion. The two appeared to be caught during a romantic moment in the background of Evolution's arrival in the Capitol One Arena's parking lot.

Some digging by the online community in Ms. Flair's past Instagram revealed a possible connection to a picture posted several days prior to last WrestleMania. (Click here)

The redhead kissing Flair in the post does seem very similar to the one she was seen with yesterday, but we can't confirm that to be 100% truth.

What we can confirm from several trusted backstage sources is that the two have apparently been together for some time.

After Ms. Flair's past relationships and the ongoing court—"

Charlotte didn't bother reading any further. A still image from last night's Smackdown with her and Rebecca kissing far in the background of the scene naturally pulling her eyes. If she hadn't been facing the camera it might have been easy to pass it off as being someone else, but it was clearly her even from the distance. Only a brief few frames captured Rebecca's profile for which she was grateful.

Even if she would happily shout about their relationship from the top of a mountain, Charlotte didn't want Rebecca to be thrust into the public eye against her will.

She couldn't deny a selfish desire to keep the Irish woman all to herself. So much of her past was public record at this point, and privacy was at a premium when you had the success she had in this business.

"I'm cold." Rebecca's husky, tired voice grabbed the blonde's attention and wrenched it back to the vision of beauty on the bed.

"I'll turn down the A/C."

"No…"

"No?" Charlotte asked. "You said you're cold."

"I know what I said lass." The redhead's voice starting to show a little annoyance.

"Then why—"

"Do I have to spell it out fer ya?" Rebecca whined. Lower lip jutting out in an adorable pout Charlotte hadn't as of yet been able to refuse. "Come back to bed Charlie."

That was an invitation the wrestler had no intention of declining. Crawling into bed next to the sleepy Irish beauty and pressing her lips softly against the redhead's shoulder. Letting one of her fingers trace the sculpted muscles beneath. "You've been going to the gym a lot."

Rebecca rolled her eyes underneath her eyelids. The single finger of Charlotte's trailing down her arm threatening to make her shiver uncontrollably. "Need the muscles to fight off anyone dumb enough to try an' steal ya from me."

Charlotte smiled. Her girlfriend had a habit of making her forget whatever bullshit was happening in the world. "Alright Becca Balboa, I don't think you have to worry about that. But I will certainly enjoy the results."

"If you think comparin' me to Sylvester Stallone is good foreplay, I've got somethin' to tell ya… " The redhead sighed as Charlotte continued to trace her exposed skin with a reverent touch. "What's botherin' ya?"

"How can you tell?" The blonde asked.

"Jus' can." Rebecca answered back. Grabbing hold of Charlotte's wandering hand and lacing their fingers together. Even with her eyes closed she scooted closer and brought their joint hands to rest over her heart. The blonde's warm breath at the back of her neck making her relax back into the mattress immediately. "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it together."

The steady beat of Rebecca's heart against her hand melted away her worries about the article she had read. "Together… I like the sound of that… Becks?"

A small, good natured groan came from the redhead who was still exhausted after last night and would really appreciate an extra hour in bed. By the time they had gotten back from dinner Charlotte had been like a woman possessed and Rebecca had all too happily went along for the ride. Pleasant soreness between her legs a constant reminder of last night. "What is it?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too… Now can you just hold me and catch a lil more sleep before we have to go back to the real world?"

Charlotte gladly obliged.

(Present) November 17th, 2018 Los Angeles, California

"How's the eye?" Rebecca finally asked as Bayley began pulling into the hotel's parking lot.

"Better." Sasha answered with a hint of despondence in her voice. "Doc's hopeful I'll clear concussion protocol in a couple weeks."

The redhead frowned at the answer she had expected after the limited information Charlotte and Bayley had shared with her about Sasha's condition. "That sucks." There wasn't much more to say, and she knew the proud woman wouldn't want to be fawned over because of her injury.

"It does."

Rebecca noticed Bayley shooting the wounded champion concerned sideways glances the whole walk through the hotel and filed it away for later.

"Oh shoot. I almost forgot." Bayley spoke up as they rode the elevator up to the floor where the majority of the wrestlers were staying. Digging into her pockets to pull out a sleek black plastic card and holding it out for Rebecca to take. "Charlotte gave me an extra key to give you incase she wasn't here yet."

"T'anks." Grabbing the card away from the brunette and dragging her luggage into the hallway once the door opened.

Rebecca was just opening her mouth to ask when Bayley answered preeminently. "End of the hallway, on the left. Room number 2323." The redhead nodded her thanks to the other woman and trudged down the hall past the identical doors till she was in front of the room Bayley gave her.

Before putting the keycard into the slot, Rebecca pulled out her phone and checked for anything from Charlotte.

Nothing. After a quick bit of investigation, she saw that her girlfriend had apparently not yet read her message after landing. Rebecca sighed heavily and opened the door once the lock disengaged.

November 14th, 2018 Dublin, Ireland

Watching an episode of WWE programming live while living in Europe was an exercise in patience.

Of course, you could always record it and watch it at a more reasonable hour, but that sort of negated the feeling that came from watching a live performance where anything could happen in theory.

It didn't help when your girlfriend was on said show and you wanted to support her. Even if that meant being up past three in the morning when the bed was calling out to her.

After Sasha's injury in the invasion of Raw yesterday there was no doubt that tonight's episode would be eventful. Rebecca had sent her well wishes but understandably they had been fairly tight lipped about the information they revealed.

As she watched the scene unfold Rebecca understood exactly why Charlotte had seemed a bit nervous on the phone.

Sasha had come out to address her injury and the fact that she would be unable to face Ronda Rousey at Survivor Series. The disappointment obvious in her voice and the way she held herself.

Keeping in character, Sasha had demanded that someone step up and take her place. Calling out two of her fiercest rivals for the past few months in Asuka and Charlotte.

Both wrestlers came down to the ring to answer the call, but the wounded champion had another idea. She wanted them to prove who would be the better choice and an impromptu match had begun.

It had been a nail biting affair. Stiff strikes and both competitors giving it their all. The opportunity for a match against Rousey driving them both to an even better match than they had at Mania.

In the end it came down to an inch. One inch was the all the difference between Asuka managing to reach the ropes and break the hold and the tenacious warrior being forced to tap or risk worse damage to her knee.

The initial wave of excitement for her girlfriend winning swept over Rebecca and she was a bit worried that her neighbors might be annoyed from the noise at such an hour.

As she watched the blonde celebrate in the ring the reality of the world behind the show began to hit her. There was a big difference between being involved in a traditional five versus five match at Survivor Series and being in a match against Ronda Rousey.

Undoubtedly their time together would be cut into, but she couldn't blame the other woman for the plans inevitably changing. This was a huge opportunity and Rebecca wouldn't dream of trying to talk her out of it.

She would just have to be happy with whatever time they could get during the weekend and wait till Charlotte would be all hers after the pay per view finished. She could manage that.

(Present) November 17th, 2018 Los Angeles, California

Rebecca tossed her suitcase on the perfectly made bed and looked around the room. Besides Charlotte's luggage carefully placed in the corner it was hard to tell if the blonde had even been to the room at all.

She knew that Charlotte would be busier with the extra attention but hopefully they could still get together tonight.

Unzipping her suitcase Rebecca's eyes fell onto the pair of old wrestling boots she had placed on top. Fingertips running over the black leather as she heaved a huge sigh into the empty room.

Now that it was almost here, she really wished she had taken Finn's advice long ago and told Charlotte about her wrestling again. Tomorrow morning's tryout weighed heavily on her mind and it would have been nice for her girlfriend to be able to comfort her a bit.

The redhead planned on telling Charlotte tonight but honestly, she didn't have much of a choice after procrastinating so long. Doubt still lingered and her fears weren't gone, but there was no turning back now.

Becky Lynch was going to leave it all out on the mat tomorrow morning.

Rebecca Quin just had to be honest with her girlfriend tonight.

She already wanted it to be tomorrow.

Charlotte was beyond tired. Grateful for the brief elevator ride up to her floor that allowed her a moment of solace to just lean against the wall and do nothing. She had been doing something almost every minute since waking up; multiple interviews, doing audio for promos, a photoshoot, there seemed to be a never ending list of things for her to checkoff.

The only reason she even knew it was sometime after noon was the fact that someone had brought her a salad for lunch. Beyond that Charlotte had been almost completely sequestered from anything happening outside of her little bubble.

She had actively tried to not think about Rebecca today. Not for nefarious reasons or because she upset with the redhead. Charlotte simply knew that if she started thinking ahead it would make all the requirements of her job crawl by at a snail's pace.

A tiny ding signaled the end of Charlotte's ride and the spotless steel doors slid noiselessly open. She took a second to push herself off the wall and trudged out into the hallway towards her room.

When she opened the door it only took a fraction of a second to spot the familiar suitcase that had most certainly not been there when she was here last.

It was impossible to stop the smile from spreading across her face and the exhaustion she had been feeling melted away. Replaced by an excitable energy that had her buzzing. The feeling only growing when she heard the faint sound of the shower running through the bathroom door.

Thoughts of soft, creamy skin and curves that had haunted her on lonely nights ran through Charlotte's head. Her legs moved of their own accord, bringing her closer to the door that separated the wrestler from everything she wanted.

Her hand hovered over the doorknob when something poking out of Rebecca's baggage caught her eye and fueled her curiosity.

She could wait a few more seconds before seeing her girl.

At the same time, Rebecca lazily rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. Not a care in the world as the warm water rolled down her body. Releasing all the tension in her muscles and leaving her in a content little corner of the world where time had melted away. She wasn't sure how long she had been in the shower for, after the first minute she damn near fell asleep standing up. Only that it had been more than sufficient to fog up the mirror and glass doors completely. Leaving her in a timeless limbo where she could relax entirely.

The redhead smiled contentedly upon hearing the gentle glide of the glass door slide open and close. A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her midsection from behind and Rebecca tilted her head in invitation, allowing the lips at the back of neck more space to wander.

"Took you long enough." Rebecca teased before a low groan was pulled out of her.

Charlotte slowly let go with her teeth and used her tongue to soothe the shallow mark she just made. "I can go if you want?"

Rebecca's arms shifted to rest on top of the pair wrapped around her. Fingers absentmindedly playing with Charlotte's and leaning further into the soft body behind her. "Nah. You can stay. I can think of a few uses fer ya."

The blonde chuckled for a second before continuing to lavish Rebecca's neck with attention. "Really? And what would those be?" Grinning playfully when the redhead didn't respond. "I'm waiting."

"Cool yer horses Charlie. I'm thinkin'."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, grin turning smug. "You sounded so sure of yourself though." One of her hands snuck slowly up the redhead's body till her palm began to graze over the gentle curve of Rebecca's chest. Fitting perfectly in her hand like the Irish woman had been sculpted uniquely for her.

"Yer not helpin'." Rebecca desperately hissed out through her teeth when Charlotte's fingers flitted over her nipples with a featherlight touch. Chest pushing out of its own accord to follow the hands subtle movement.

"You don't know how much I miss this when you're not here." Charlotte whispered as she let her hands languidly re-explore the redhead's body.

Chocolate colored eyes closed, and Rebecca leaned further into the body behind her. Amazed at how her girlfriend could feel like marble covered in silk. A perfect combination of hardness that represented the Amazonian like strength and figure Charlotte personified and the softness that lay beneath the surface. "I think I might have an idea."

Charlotte smiled when she felt the redhead lean further into her. Trust inherent in the action. She nibbled ever so slightly on the shell of Rebecca's ear. Delighting in the satisfied yet needy whine that came from her mouth. "When'd you get here?"

"Not long ago." Rebecca managed to just barely get out.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to pick you up." Charlotte muttered as one of her hands began to steadily travel back down. "I wish I could have been there."

"I know." The words spoken with reverence. Rebecca couldn't take it anymore and tangled one of her hands into the now wet blonde hair behind her. Rotating her head till she could pull Charlotte's lips to hers. "Yer makin' up for it pretty well though."

Their tongues dueled for a while. Charlotte's hand continuing to let gravity pull it downwards, teasing touch causing the redhead's abs to twitch with barely contained need. "I do have a quick question for ya."

"Now?" Rebecca cried incredulously. Knees threatening to give out as her girlfriend's hand trailed below her waist.

Charlotte kneaded a soft globe in one hand and ran her other hand's fingers through the short silky hair between Rebecca's legs. The redhead unconsciously opening up and giving herself to the taller woman completely.

"You got here earlier than I t'ought." Rebecca got out breathlessly. "Di'nt have time ta shave."

"It's actually kind of hot." Charlotte breathed into Rebecca's ear. "Besides, you think a little hair could make me not want you? I'd officially be the dumbest person in the world if I let that stop me."

Rebecca chuckled for a moment before it turned into a tormented groan when Charlotte's fingers slipped through the patch of hair and split around her soaking core. Denying what her body needed and rubbing tantalizingly close to where the redhead really wanted them. "Charlie please!"

"All good things to those who wait." The blonde teased. The warm, water slick skin under her hands threatening to make her lose control and rush to the finish line. After the long day she had Charlotte didn't want this ending too soon.

Rebecca would have agreed but her body didn't care. Wantonly moaning when Charlotte's index and middle finger parted around the apex of her core in an 'A' shape. The small scissor like motion of them grabbing the flesh around her clit and stealing the breath straight from her lungs. "Fuck."

"Patience Becca, patience." Charlotte knew she was being a little evil but knew from experience that Rebecca would have no problem with it when the roles were reversed. "But I still have that quick question. And until I get an answer, I just can't seem to focus on this lovely body of yours." Punctuating the words by biting into the crook of Rebecca's neck and lightly pinching the hardened, needy nub that had been pressing into the palm of her hand.

"THEN ASK IT!" Burst out of Rebecca's mouth with desperate irritation. "Just ask it already Char. Please."

She knew there was a massive grin on her face after hearing that, but Charlotte held back from giving in to what the redhead wanted just yet. "Why'd you bring wrestling boots?" Rebecca was uncharacteristically silent until she let one of her fingers lightly press onto the hood of her apex. A sputtered groan erupting from the shorter woman. "Care to share gorgeous?"

"Do I have to right now?" Rebecca begged. Hips undulating to try and get pressure where she needed it, as Charlotte simply rode the movement without giving her anything more.

"You don't have to." Charlotte placated for a moment before a smug grin crossed her face. "But I don't have to touch you either."

"Are you seriously holdin' my orgasm hostage?" The sheer audacity of Charlotte making Rebecca's resolve crumble. She knew they had to talk about this at some point, but she wouldn't have guessed that when they did Charlotte would have her quite literally at her fingertips.

"It's a simple question." The blonde calmly stated. Fingers almost motionless as she simply waited till the denial would be too much. Charlotte knew it wouldn't be long. Rebecca could never really keep a secret when pressed.

"Alright, alright… Can I tell you after?"

The hesitancy in her girlfriend was starting to make Charlotte's curiosity increase. She took a moment, pressed kiss to Rebecca's cheek and leaned down so her chin fit into the crook of her girl's neck. "Rebecca."

It took a second, but the Irish woman started to speak as clearly as she could. Still feeling like putty in the blonde's hands. "I've been trainin' ta get back fer a few months now. I wanted to surprise you. Got a tryout tomorrow mornin' with Hunter and Steph."

That was a lot of information for Charlotte to process in a very short time. The only noise for a few seconds coming from the water that continued to flow out the showerhead above hitting their bodies and running down to the floor. "Thanks for telling me."

"Yer not mad?''

Charlotte tutted and let her hands begin to subtly move. "Oh Becca. I'm pretty damn mad." Fingers dipping a little lower and stealing a hint of wetness from in between Rebecca's swollen lips. "I'm real mad you didn't let me know earlier so I could be there with you every step of the way." Using the extra lubrication and exposing the Irish woman fully to her so she could begin to briskly strum across her clit. Breathless moans from Rebecca like a beautiful symphony to her ears. "You've been there for me. Let me be there for you."

"Ch-Charlie." The redhead managed to croak out. Reaching out with one hand and posting, palm flat against the tiled wall. Legs trembling uncontrollably.

"I know. We can finish this talk later." Charlotte whispered, letting her girlfriend off the hook for now. "I love you so much." She muttered as her middle finger slid lower. Teasing and running through the softness she found till she slipped inside. Stealing Rebecca's breath and groaning into the redhead's shoulder from the warmth surrounding her finger shuddering and trying to pull her in deeper.

Ever so slowly Charlotte began to move her hand. Utilizing her thumb to run small circles over the tiny nub. Taking her sweet time and enjoying every second she had with the fiery haired goddess.

Rebecca wanted to answer. Overwhelmed by the cathartic unloading of the weight on her shoulders and the peaceful calm of trust she had in Charlotte. Words would fail her if she tried. Body coming apart at the seems from the gorgeous blonde's attention.

She grasped wordlessly at the hand that had been languidly exploring her upper body. Lacing their fingers together and pulling Charlotte's till it sat atop her breast. Letting her feel the steady thump of her heart as it thrummed inside her chest.

Charlotte understood. Words weren't needed between them. She tilted her head and slowly kissed her way up Rebecca's neck till the redhead turned to meet her. Lips moving against one another in perfect synch. Swallowing another gasp from the Irish woman when she added another finger, stretching her around them. Rebecca's body like a firework ready to go off at any moment.

"You're so beautiful like this." Charlotte whispered as she momentarily broke the kiss for more oxygen. "Right on the edge. All it would take is a little push." The pad of her thumb delicately pressing right where Rebecca wanted it most.

"Please. I'm so close." Rebecca whined with need. Hips moving in tight circles to create more friction.

Charlotte had to momentarily bury her head into Rebecca's shoulder before reclaiming her lips. The small movement catching her just right and reminding the blonde of her own bodies desire. That could come later though. Right now, she needed to finish what she started. "Then come for me Becca. Don't hold back."

She sped up her movement and increased the pressure as she swallowed down the moans from Rebecca's mouth. Exploring the inside of the redhead's mouth with her tongue and letting her girlfriend ride out the earthquake moving through her body. Making sure to keep a tight grip on the other woman lest she slip on the wet floor.

Time didn't matter anymore, and Rebecca couldn't have said how long she continued to lean against Charlotte. The aftershocks rolling out from her center and rippling around the slender fingers that her girlfriend continued to hold deep inside. Not in any rush to move them as the redhead slowly floated back down to earth.

Eventually she tried to support herself. Legs still a bit unsteady. "Slowly." Charlotte said into her ear. Pulling her fingers carefully out from between the redhead's legs. Secretly smiling at the sad moan from Rebecca at the loss. "Can't have you falling on me. We still got to get some dinner."

Rebecca let her head loll backwards to rest on the blonde's strong shoulder. Looking up at her with a dopey grin of contentment on her face. "Why go out when I've got room service right here?"

Charlotte shook her head. Even exhausted and barely cognizant of where she was Rebecca still managed to make her blush. "Easy there tiger. You still have to explain yourself. I'm not letting you off the hook just like that."

The blonde knew she had made a mistake right away from the way Rebecca smirked. "You just had me on the hook and let me go."

"I obviously didn't mean it that way." Charlotte said, lovingly rolling her eyes at the playful nature of her girl. She was always the brightest spot of her day. A sun shining through even the darkest of clouds. "Come on already. Let's get you dry and then we can figure it out."

"Gonna be a while 'fore I'm dry after that Charlie."

"I swear you're going to be the death of me one day."

"And I'll be right there by your side till the end."

Charlotte leaned and connected their lips together one more time. "Till the end."