Post by Queen Melody on Dec 8, 2019 17:21:48 GMT -6
There was something in the way he moved his hands… every touch, each fingertip igniting memories from the last few months. The stress of the season finale, Wrestlefest, all of it was peeled away layer by layer as we left a trail of clothing in our wake. His jacket, my blouse, littering the floor as we moved in tandem across the room.
It was the seductive dance, a prelude to the game we loved to play, where we were no longer defending ourselves from the questions or assumptions, and for a fleeting moment we could simply exist for each other. The moments were getting fewer and further between as Wrestlefest crept ever closer. We went our separate ways after the Rampage finale to get ready for Arles, but when the opportunity arose for us to take a few extra days in Paris together ahead of the show? We were eager to take it. Whatever clarity it was that he sought after Rampage, he’d clearly found as his hand tangled in my hair and pulled me closer.
The sound of a suitcase clattering to the ground doesn’t even phase him as it was pushed off the foot of the bed, and my laugh is cut off by his hands reaching down and gripping my thighs. He pulls me up, spinning me around before setting me down on the edge of the bed and pinning my shoulders down. Our eyes lock and I bite my bottom lip with a smile.
“Kiss me like you missed me.”
He smiles, leaning in close before stopping just out of range before instead moving his lips along my neck and down my collarbone. He moves down before staring up at me with a coy smile and I can almost hear the teasing sound of his voice. He’s subtle but deliberate as he slides down lower and I can’t contain a contented groan.
He runs his fingertips along the inside of my thigh and I squirm, a satisfied smile on my face as he crawls up beside me. He’s propped up on an arm and I roll onto my side and lean forward leaving a lingering kiss on his lips before bringing my hand up to the side of his face.
“You did miss me, didn’t you?”
I say softly and he smiles knowingly. I smirk, giving him a once over before I trace a finger down his bare chest.
“Let me show you how much I missed you too..”
It doesn’t take much as I push against his chest and he falls back and watches my every move. I slide from the bed and rake my hair back, pulling an elastic from around my wrist and tying my hair back. He raises an eyebrow and I give a knowing glance before pulling my ponytail over my shoulder.
“You might want something to hold onto..”
I lean in close and trail my fingers along his sides, and I can feel his fingers wrapping through my hair. I slip down further, but his hand tightens in my hair and his voice makes me pause.
“Wait.”
“I don’t think you really want me to..”
I purr, trying to move yet again and I can feel him pulling me back. I can feel the tension pulling against my hair and I hold back the urge to dig my nails into his thighs.
“You’ll do as you’re told.”
“..Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.”
His voice almost growls as his hold on my hair loosens and I can’t suppress a smirk.
Tonight, the game has only just begun...
It was the seductive dance, a prelude to the game we loved to play, where we were no longer defending ourselves from the questions or assumptions, and for a fleeting moment we could simply exist for each other. The moments were getting fewer and further between as Wrestlefest crept ever closer. We went our separate ways after the Rampage finale to get ready for Arles, but when the opportunity arose for us to take a few extra days in Paris together ahead of the show? We were eager to take it. Whatever clarity it was that he sought after Rampage, he’d clearly found as his hand tangled in my hair and pulled me closer.
Maybe it was cheesy, the way I felt that all too familiar anxious feeling in my chest when I saw him across the airport terminal. Patience has never been my strong suit, and waiting for him to clear through the final customs gate was agonizing. Eventually, he’d cleared the final gate and passed through the doorway where I stood, trying my damndest to not just run straight into his arms. Our eyes met and through the exhaustion etched on his face, there was still a smile that somehow made the rest of the airport fade away.
“Hello Gorgeous.”
The words hung in the air between us, and for a brief moment the inches that separated us felt like miles. Then suddenly without warning, his arms slipped around me and he pulled me close. In an instant, his embrace melted away the anxious feeling I’d been harboring and we just stood in silence with our arms around one another. Nothing else in the entire airport mattered anymore, not when we had each other. I pulled back and brought my hand up to his cheek, my thumb grazing the stubble from his long haul flight before I pressed my lips to his opposite cheek softly.
“C’mon… lets get out of here.”
“Hello Gorgeous.”
The words hung in the air between us, and for a brief moment the inches that separated us felt like miles. Then suddenly without warning, his arms slipped around me and he pulled me close. In an instant, his embrace melted away the anxious feeling I’d been harboring and we just stood in silence with our arms around one another. Nothing else in the entire airport mattered anymore, not when we had each other. I pulled back and brought my hand up to his cheek, my thumb grazing the stubble from his long haul flight before I pressed my lips to his opposite cheek softly.
“C’mon… lets get out of here.”
The sound of a suitcase clattering to the ground doesn’t even phase him as it was pushed off the foot of the bed, and my laugh is cut off by his hands reaching down and gripping my thighs. He pulls me up, spinning me around before setting me down on the edge of the bed and pinning my shoulders down. Our eyes lock and I bite my bottom lip with a smile.
“Kiss me like you missed me.”
He smiles, leaning in close before stopping just out of range before instead moving his lips along my neck and down my collarbone. He moves down before staring up at me with a coy smile and I can almost hear the teasing sound of his voice. He’s subtle but deliberate as he slides down lower and I can’t contain a contented groan.
We agreed that we wouldn’t talk about work. We had virtually a week ahead of us to deal with the inevitable, and before making our way to Arles we didn’t want to bog ourselves down with the elephant in the room. It was funny, in an ironic way, the way we avoided talking about work much like the same way we avoided it all those months ago in Nova Scotia. So much had changed since that fateful night - and as I caught myself staring across the table at him - I couldn’t help but fight back a smile. So much had changed since August, and yet? Here we were again, dinner between us and the same feeling lingered at the table. Much like it had been after Thunder, there was no pressure. There was no looming match ahead. All we had was a quiet date, and each other.
And much like that night in Nova Scotia, there was a feeling of absolute peace over me.
The open air was chilly, and the lights sparkled off of the glass exterior of the Louvre. I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug, taking in a long breath.
“How was Joe?”
I try to make small talk, but the usual questions all seem to fall flat. Everything feels heavy, but before I can say anything more I see you stand and slide into the chair beside me. Silently, your arms fold around me and I lean back into your embrace with a sigh. I take a sip from my coffee, and stare out at the iconic pyramid as I muse to myself. I know everything is bothering you, but you’re putting on the brave face to have this night with me anyway.
You have no idea what that simple gesture means to me.
And much like that night in Nova Scotia, there was a feeling of absolute peace over me.
The open air was chilly, and the lights sparkled off of the glass exterior of the Louvre. I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug, taking in a long breath.
“How was Joe?”
I try to make small talk, but the usual questions all seem to fall flat. Everything feels heavy, but before I can say anything more I see you stand and slide into the chair beside me. Silently, your arms fold around me and I lean back into your embrace with a sigh. I take a sip from my coffee, and stare out at the iconic pyramid as I muse to myself. I know everything is bothering you, but you’re putting on the brave face to have this night with me anyway.
You have no idea what that simple gesture means to me.
He runs his fingertips along the inside of my thigh and I squirm, a satisfied smile on my face as he crawls up beside me. He’s propped up on an arm and I roll onto my side and lean forward leaving a lingering kiss on his lips before bringing my hand up to the side of his face.
“You did miss me, didn’t you?”
I say softly and he smiles knowingly. I smirk, giving him a once over before I trace a finger down his bare chest.
“Let me show you how much I missed you too..”
It doesn’t take much as I push against his chest and he falls back and watches my every move. I slide from the bed and rake my hair back, pulling an elastic from around my wrist and tying my hair back. He raises an eyebrow and I give a knowing glance before pulling my ponytail over my shoulder.
“You might want something to hold onto..”
I lean in close and trail my fingers along his sides, and I can feel his fingers wrapping through my hair. I slip down further, but his hand tightens in my hair and his voice makes me pause.
“Wait.”
“I don’t think you really want me to..”
I purr, trying to move yet again and I can feel him pulling me back. I can feel the tension pulling against my hair and I hold back the urge to dig my nails into his thighs.
“You’ll do as you’re told.”
“..Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.”
His voice almost growls as his hold on my hair loosens and I can’t suppress a smirk.
Tonight, the game has only just begun...