Chapter 1
I just don't understand how you couldn't have known it was her, Bianca?!" Jade scoffed, disbelief etched across her face as she stormed after Bianca Belair, who was visibly shaken.
"Right now is not the time for this, please," Bianca pleaded, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. She pushed open the door to her dressing room, her white sequined jacket glimmering under the fluorescent lights. The jacket, paired with matching high-waisted shorts and knee-high boots, seemed out of place against the raw vulnerability she displayed.
Jade followed closely behind, her own outfit, a sleek black bodysuit accented with gold trim, radiating power and determination. She refused to back down, desperate for answers. "You still haven’t explained yourself! You were supposed to have my back."
Bianca spun around to face her, clutching a tissue in one hand. Her glossy lips trembled as she spoke. "You could've said something to me, Jade. I called you and texted you so many times. You ignored me—you didn’t trust me!"
Jade faltered for a moment, guilt flashing in her eyes as she took in Bianca's tear-streaked face. Her usually vibrant expression was replaced with swollen lips from nervous biting and a pink nose from constant wiping. Bianca looked fragile, leaning against the vanity table cluttered with makeup brushes and glittery accessories.
But Jade hardened her resolve. Naomi’s betrayal had nearly cost her everything, and she couldn’t afford to let emotions cloud her judgment. "How do I know you weren’t part of it? Naomi replaced me as your partner while I was out—how do I trust you?"
Bianca shook her head vehemently, gripping the edge of the vanity for support. Her rhinestone-studded boots sparkled faintly as she shifted her weight. "I didn’t know what she did! I swear I didn’t!"
The tension hung heavy between them, their outfits—symbols of their WWE personas—contrasting sharply with the emotional turmoil in the room. Jade’s jaw tightened as she turned away briefly before facing Bianca again. "The EST can’t charm or cry her way out of this one," Jade muttered under her breath.
Bianca let out another quiet sob but stood tall despite the pain etched across her face. "You can believe whatever you want," she whispered, voice hoarse but resolute.
"If you want to beat me like you did Naomi, go ahead. You can try," she added, her tone almost daring. Her words hung in the air, heavy with defiance. Jade’s eyes snapped to hers, narrowing sharply.
Jade’s fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t want to fight Bianca—not really—but the storm inside her was brewing. Bianca had no idea how close she was to being caught in it.
Jade stepped closer, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "If I wanted to do that, I could’ve done it weeks ago. Days ago. I could do it right now," she snapped, her tone biting and firm.
"So do it," Bianca shot back, chin lifted in defiance. She didn’t flinch—at least not until Jade closed the distance between them in a flash, her hand lifting abruptly. Bianca’s body tensed, her breath catching as she instinctively flinched.
But Jade didn’t strike. Instead, her warm hand landed firmly on Bianca’s stomach, her fingertips pressing into the taut muscles beneath the sequined fabric of Bianca’s top. The touch was deliberate yet restrained, sending a jolt through Bianca’s body that made her inhale sharply. Her wide eyes flew open, locking onto Jade’s for answers.
Jade’s gaze softened as she took in Bianca’s face—her trembling lips, her tear-stained cheeks, and those defiant eyes now clouded with confusion and vulnerability. Slowly, Jade’s fingers began to move, sliding upward along the curve of Bianca’s toned abdomen. Her nails grazed lightly against the skin beneath the fabric, leaving faint trails of sensation that sent shivers rippling through Bianca’s body.
Bianca stumbled back slightly until her hips pressed against the edge of the vanity behind her. But Jade didn’t stop; she followed with measured steps, closing the space between them again. Her hand continued its slow ascent, pausing just below Bianca’s chest as if testing boundaries neither of them had acknowledged before.
The room felt smaller now, charged with an unspoken tension that neither woman dared to name. Bianca’s breaths came quicker as she tried to steady herself against the vanity’s edge. The warmth of Jade’s touch lingered on her skin like an unrelenting reminder of how close they were, physically and emotionally.
"Jade…" Bianca finally whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with something fragile—something raw.
Jade froze at the sound of it, her jaw tightening as if trying to regain control over herself. Her hand hovered over Biancas neck for a moment before she slowly pulled it away, breaking the connection but leaving behind a ripple of unresolved emotions between them.
"You don’t get to play innocent," Jade muttered under her breath before stepping back, retreating just enough to let Bianca breathe but not enough to sever the tension entirely.
Bianca remained leaning against the vanity, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she tried to process what had just happened—the weight of Jade’s touch still lingering on her skin like a brand neither of them could ignore.
Bianca tried to sit up, her movements tentative and unsure, but she was stopped by Jade’s hands—strong yet surprisingly gentle—as they pressed lightly around her neck. The touch wasn’t forceful, but it carried weight, a mix of anger and something far more complicated. Jade’s emotions were written in the tension of her fingers: frustration, betrayal, and an undeniable pull she couldn’t resist.
Before Bianca could say anything, Jade’s lips met hers in a heated clash. The kiss was anything but soft at first. Jade’s anger poured into it, her lips moving with urgency against Bianca’s. The wetness from Bianca’s tears mixed with the kiss, the faint sound of their lips meeting filling the quiet room. Jade’s teeth caught Bianca’s bottom lip, biting down just enough to make the shorter woman wince, a small gasp escaping her.
Bianca’s hands instinctively reached up, clutching at Jade’s arms as if to steady herself. The initial shock of the kiss melted into something deeper as Jade eased her grip on Bianca’s neck, her fingertips brushing against the delicate skin there before moving to belairs waist, slowly the intensity shifted—Jade’s lips softened against Bianca’s, lingering as if savoring the moment.
Their tongues met, hesitant at first, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened. A soft moan escaped Bianca’s throat, unbidden and raw, as Jade tilted her head to deepen the kiss further. The sound sent a shiver through Jade, her anger beginning to unravel with each passing second. What started as frustration and dominance was now something else entirely—something tender.
Jade pulled back slightly, just enough to rest her forehead against Bianca’s. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her fingers were hooked into Bianca's shorts where they lingered, unsure whether to stay or pull away.
Bianca looked up at her with wide eyes, her lips swollen and glistening from the kiss. She didn’t speak—she couldn’t—but the way she looked at Jade said everything. There was no anger in her gaze now, only confusion and a flicker of something softer… trust? Hope? Whatever it was, it made Jade hesitate.
“I…” Jade started to say something but stopped herself. Her jaw tightened as she fought against the vulnerability creeping into her voice. She hadn’t meant for this to happen—for her emotions to spill over like this—but now that they had, there was no taking it back.
The anger in Jade’s touch had been real—it had been born from weeks of betrayal and doubt—but now it felt like it had burned itself out, leaving only the raw truth behind: she didn’t want to hurt Bianca. She never had. And maybe that scared her more than anything else.
Bianca reached up hesitantly, placing a hand over one of Jade’s biceps, Her touch was light but grounding, pulling Jade back from whatever storm was raging inside her.
“It’s okay,” Bianca whispered softly, her voice barely audible but steady enough to cut through the silence between them.
Jade groaned pulling, Bianca back in, her lips crashing together with a fiery intensity. This time, the kiss was deeper, wetter, and more desperate, as if they were both trying to drown out the chaos around them with each other. Jade’s hands moved with purpose, sliding down Bianca’s sides until her fingers found the buckle of Bianca’s shorts. The metal clinked softly as she began to undo it, her knuckles brushing against the warm, smooth skin just above Bianca’s waistband. The contact sent a shiver through Bianca’s body, her breath hitching against Jade’s lips.
Bianca wasn’t passive in the moment, her hands moved instinctively, her fingertips tracing along the firm curve of Jade’s shoulders. She marveled at the strength beneath her touch, the way Jade’s muscles tensed and flexed under her fingers as if responding to every caress. Slowly, Bianca slid her arms around Jade’s shoulders, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed tightly together. The heat between them was electric, their skin brushing in fleeting moments that only heightened the tension.
Jade tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as their tongues met in a slick, heated dance. The wet slide of their tongues against each other was intoxicating—exploring, teasing, and tasting in a rhythm that left them both breathless. Bianca let out a soft moan into Jade’s mouth as Jade’s tongue pressed firmly against hers, drawing it into her own mouth with a deliberate slowness that made Bianca’s knees weaken.
Bianca’s hands moved upward again, one of them tangling gently in Jade’s hair while the other slid down to the back of her neck. Her nails grazed lightly against Jade’s skin—a delicate yet deliberate touch that sent a visible shudder through Jade’s body. The reaction was immediate; Jade let out a low groan against Bianca’s lips, her grip on Bianca tightening instinctively.
Jade’s hands didn’t stop at the buckle of Bianca’s shorts. Once undone, she slid her fingers beneath the fabric, her palms pressing firmly against the bare skin of Bianca’s hips. Her thumbs traced slow circles along the sensitive skin there, sending waves of heat coursing through Bianca. The contrast between Jade’s strong grip and the softness of her touch made Bianca gasp into their kiss, her body arching slightly into Jade’s.
Their tongues met again with even more urgency this time—wet and hungry as they explored each other without restraint. The sound of their kiss filled the room: soft smacks and muffled moans blending with the sound of their heavy breathing.
Jade took control of the kiss, her tongue dominating Bianca’s as she angled her head to deepen it further. She sucked gently on Bianca’s tongue before sliding hers back into her mouth, eliciting another soft whimper from Bianca.
Bianca pressed herself closer against Jade, feeling every inch of her toned body against hers—the firmness of Jade’s abs brushing against her own stomach sent another jolt through her. Her free hand slid down Jade’s arm now, tracing over the defined muscle there before resting lightly on Jade’s waist. She could feel the tension coiled in Jade’s body—the feeling driving her crazy
Belairs hands roamed further, caressing the smooth fabric of Jade's black bodysuit as they descended to the firm, round globes of her ass. She squeezed gently, savoring the heat radiating from Jade's body as their kiss grew more passionate. The material clung to Jade's skin, revealing the tantalizing curves that lay beneath, and Bianca couldn't help but groan into the kiss as she felt the muscles tighten under her touch. Jade's hips rolled slightly, pressing herself closer, and the friction between them grew more intense. Their bodies were a symphony of desire, moving in harmony as their breaths mingled, the room around them fading into a haze of passion.
Encouraged by Jade's responsive body language, Bianca's grip tightened, her fingers digging into the flesh as she lifted her slightly, bringing their centers into closer contact. Jade gasped, her breath hitching, as she felt the pressure building between her thighs. The fabric of the bodysuit grew wet with their combined arousal, creating a delicious friction that sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her body.
Jade kissed with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming but never crossed into anything but pure need. Her lips moved hungrily against Bianca's while their tongues continued to tangle and slide together in an unrelenting rhythm. The wetness of their kiss grew more pronounced with every passing second—messy and passionate in a way that neither could control or wanted to.
When they finally broke apart for air, both women were left panting heavily, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady themselves. Jade’s hands remained firmly on Bianca’s hips as if grounding herself there, while Bianca kept one hand tangled in Jade's hair and the other resting lightly on the back of her neck.
Bianca looked up at Jade through half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen and glistening from their kiss. She didn’t speak—she didn’t need to—the way she touched Jade said everything she couldn’t put into words.
Jade stared at her for a moment longer, her intense gaze softening as she leaned in again. This time, her lips pressed gentle, wet kisses along Bianca's neck, each one lingering slightly longer than the last. Her hands moved with purpose, finding the laces of Bianca's boots. Slowly, she began to undo them, her fingers working methodically. Once the first boot was loosened, she carefully peeled it off Bianca’s foot, setting it aside before moving to the next, her touch deliberate and unhurried.
"Thank you,” the smaller girl hummed softly, relief evident in her voice as she felt the weight lifted from her feet. She hadn’t even noticed that Jade had propped her up on the counter in front of the mirror, positioning her effortlessly.
Jade took a step back, her eyes roaming over Bianca with an intensity that made the air between them feel charged. Bianca looked dazed—her lips were soft, slightly parted and tinged pink from their earlier kiss. Her coffee-brown eyes held a dreamy quality now, shimmering with arousal and allure. Jade couldn’t help but admire every detail: the way Bianca’s toned body seemed to glow against the dim lighting, how the sheer fabric of her top had peeled back just enough to reveal her toned lower stomach underneath.
Her gaze traveled lower, noting how Bianca’s tight skin folded slightly at the waistband of her black lace panties—a subtle detail that only added to her natural beauty and allure. Every inch of her seemed to radiate something irresistible.
Jade smirked faintly as she leaned forward again, Her voice dropped to a low, husky tone, sending a shiver down Bianca's spine as she murmured, "You're lucky... that you're just so... " She paused, her lips brushing against Bianca's ear, the warmth of her breath sending a ripple of desire through Bianca's body. "Delicious," she whispered, the word hanging in the air like a challenge, a promise of the pleasures to come.
Bianca's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling unevenly as Jade's lips left a trail of gentle kisses on her skin. The sensation was almost overwhelming, each touch unraveling her defenses, leaving her feeling fragile yet safe under Jade's touch. Her head tilted slightly to the side, inviting more of Jade's attention, her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to steady her breathing.
Jade's hands moved with purpose, sliding up to Bianca's shoulders, her fingers brushing against the sheer fabric of her top. She paused, giving Bianca time to protest, but when none came, she began to peel the top away with deliberate care, her fingers tracing the curves of Bianca's body. The fabric slipped over Bianca's toned arms, revealing the smooth skin beneath, and Jade's fingertips trickled ightly along her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
As the top fell away, Jade's eyes locked onto Bianca's, her gaze filled with a deep appreciation for the woman in front of her. Bianca's body was a masterpiece - toned and strong, yet delicate and sensitive at the same time. Jade's hands moved to Bianca's waist, her fingers splayed across her stomach, tracing the curves of her abdominal muscles. Bianca shivered under Jade's touch, her body reacting instinctively to every brush of skin against skin.
Jade's touch was like a whispered promise, gentle and soothing, yet filled with an undercurrent of desire. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Bianca's ear once more. "You're beautiful," Jade said softly, her teasing tone replaced with something gentler, something vulnerable in its own right. The words hung between them, unspoken emotions filling the space as they both remained caught in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
As Jade's hands continued to explore Bianca's body, her fingers danced across her stomach, tracing the curves of her hips and the lines of her muscles. Bianca's breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each touch, Jade could feel herself growing wet. It was as if Bianca had surrendered to her, trusting Jade completely, and it was a heady feeling. Jade slowly pulled Bianca's shorts down her legs, the faint scent of her arousal erupted a growl from jade.
Bianca's eyes snapped open, meeting the hunger in Jades. She quickly looked away as she stepped out of her shorts, leaving her in just a pair of damp panties, her legs trembling slightly as she felt the cool air brush against her skin.
Jade took a step back, taking in the sight of her, a smoldering smile playing on her lips. With a graceful movement, she unzipped the side of her own body suit, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her firm, athletic body. The two women stepped closer, their breasts brushing against each other, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through their bodies.
They kissed again, this time with a passion that was raw and unbridled, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire. Jade's hands cupped Bianca's buttocks, her fingertips digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer.
Their bodies melded together, each curve and muscle fitting like puzzle pieces. As their kiss deepened, Jade slid her hand between Biancas cheeks, her fingers grazing over the wet fabric of Bianca's panties, from the back. Moaning at feeling her heat and wetness. With a gentle tug, she pulled them aside, exposing her to the cool locker room air.
The intimate contact was electric, making Bianca moan into the kiss, her body begging for more. Jade's thumb found its way to her clit, stroking it lightly as they kissed, sending shivers through her body.
Jade’s thumb continued to tease and circle around Bianca’s clit with a feather-light touch that had the woman gasping and arching her back. The room grew hotter as the tension between them built, the fluorescent
lights reflecting off their sweat-slicked skin as they moved together.
Jade’s eyes never left Bianca’s, watching the play of emotions on her face—desire, need, and the faintest hint of fear. But it was the trust that shone through the haze of passion that made Jade’s heart stutter in her chest. She leaned into her touch, increasing the pressure ever so slightly as she slid two fingers inside of Bianca, her own arousal growing with every whimper and tremble she elicited from her partner.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was as old as time, hips rocking and grinding together in a silent symphony of want. Jade’s other hand trailed up to cup one of Bianca’s breasts, her thumb flicking over the hardened nipple as she continued to explore her wetness. The sound of their kisses grew louder, mingling with the slick sounds of Jade’s fingers moving in and out of her.
Bianca’s legs began to shake, and she wrapped them around Jade’s waist to hold on, her arms tightening around her neck. Jade’s kiss grew more possessive as she felt the beginnings of Bianca’s climax—a warm, wet pressure building around her fingers. The sight of Bianca, lost in pleasure, was almost too much for her to bear.
With a growl of need, Jade picked her up, her strong arms supporting her weight with ease, and turned them both so that Bianca’s back was to the mirrored wall. The reflection of their entwined bodies was a dizzying display of passion—their eyes locked, their breaths melding together as they moved in a dance of desire. Jade’s hips ground into her, the friction of their bodies against the cool glass sending sparks through both of them.
Bianca’s eyes widened in the mirror as she watched Jade’s fingers work their magic, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Jade’s eyes never left hers, the intensity of her gaze promising that she would be the only one to take her there—to make her come apart in this moment of shared vulnerability and passion.
Their movements grew erratic as the tension grew, their kisses turning bruising and desperate. Jade’s thumb pressed down harder on Bianca’s clit as she curled her fingers inside her, and with a scream that was muffled by their joined lips, Bianca shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Jade’s own desire spiked as she felt the waves of pleasure pulsing around her hand, her own climax not far behind.
Jade’s eyes glinted with a mischievous fire as she moved her attention to the bountiful mounds of flesh that were Bianca’s breasts. She pinched and twisted her nipples, eliciting a mix of gasps and whimpers from the woman in her arms. Bianca’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body desperately seeking release that Jade kept just out of reach. Her chest heaved with every breath, her eyes never leaving the reflection of the two of them in the mirror.
Jade’s smirk grew as she watched the frustration build in Bianca’s gaze. She knew exactly how much she could push her—how much she could take—before she’d beg for more. And beg she did, her voice hoarse and needy as she pleaded for Jade to let her come. But Jade was in no rush. The thrill of having such power over the woman she’d once called a friend was too intoxicating to give up so easily.
Her other hand moved up to cup the fullness of Bianca’s breast, her thumb and forefinger toying with the nipple, rolling it into a tight peak. She watched as goosebumps spread across the dark skin, as the areola puckered under her touch. Each time Bianca’s body tightened around her fingers, each time she thought she was about to find relief, Jade would ease up, prolonging the agony of anticipation.
Bianca’s breaths grew ragged, her eyes pleading in the mirror as she struggled to find the words to express her desperation. Her hands clutched at Jade’s shoulders, nails digging in as she tried to silently communicate the urgency of her need. But Jade remained unfazed, her own desire simmering just beneath the surface as she drew out the torment.
Their eyes met in the reflection, Jade’s dark and unyielding, Bianca’s a swirl of passion and frustration. And with a low chuckle, Jade leaned in, her breath hot against Bianca’s ear. “You want to come, don’t you, baby?” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. “You want me to make you scream my name?”
Bianca’s eyes fluttered shut, her voice a whimpered whisper. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Jade, please...”
The words seemed to snap something inside Jade, and she picked up her pace again, her thumb flicking rapidly across the sensitive bud as her fingers curled inside of her. She watched as the muscles in Bianca’s stomach tightened, her hips bucking in silent demand. The sight was too much for Jade to handle, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out as she felt her own orgasm building.
But she wouldn’t let go—not yet. She wanted to hear it, to feel the vibrations of Bianca’s release against her hand. And so she pushed her, harder and faster, until finally, with a scream that shattered the tension in the room, Bianca’s body gave in to the pleasure, her muscles clenching around Jade’s fingers in sweet release.
Their eyes remained locked in the mirror, the intensity of the moment etched in their expressions. And as the aftershocks of their passion began to fade, Jade leaned in and kissed her tenderly, her thumb still lazily circling the sensitive flesh of her nipple. “Good girl,” she whispered.
Bianca’s breaths were still uneven, her body trembling with the aftermath of her climax, but she managed a small smile, her eyes still filled with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief.
They stood there for a moment longer, their bodies entwined, the locker room floor littered with their discarded clothing. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, the sound
of their heavy breaths bringing music to the room