Personal Jesus

Carmen liked Italian, but she didn’t speak the language at all. Even so, she knew the tone of what Diana was saying and knew her lover well enough to realize that it probably involved violence. Really, everything with them eventually did.

Carmen would have it no other way.

She went more furiously than ever, egged on by Diana’s feral moans, her animalistic heat. Every stroke of her tongue was harder, every breath was hotter, she savored every taste as she sipped and nuzzled and nibbled and licked and mixed their bodies’ jusices together.

Just to keep her hands busy, she slapped Diana’s ass and dug her fingers into the muscular flesh, scratching away at the hardness, trying to push the Italian over the edge.

Diana's voice had now deteriorated to nothing but a series of high pitched moans; completely devoid of words, said words now replaced with screams that only seemed to becoming higher and higher as the Italian came closer to climax.

The addition of a grope, a fierce one at that, on Diana's behind didn't help the Italian one bit. If anything, it arched her lower half further up into Carmen, allowing her even greater access to her sex. Not that it mattered for long, as the Italian finally climaxed from the work of Carmen.

Body arching up as she did, her eyes would tense completely shut, mouth as wide as it could be as she filled the room, nay, the apartment complex with her moan!

The noise that Diana made could hardly be called human, even coming for her honeyed lips. Just like with everything the Amazon did, it was a powerful boisterous noise - if the neighbors hadn’t been woken by the raucous fucking, then her earthshaking moan was sure to do the trick.

She came in gushing burst, which Carmen eagerly lapped up as Diana came from her, enjoying the slow crawl down from passion. Their heavy breaths were almost in tandem, tapering off together until the room was covered in total silence.

Peaceful. Serene. Steamy.

Carmen slid off Diana and crawled her way up, sliding along the carpet until the two of them were both at eye level. She reached over and buried her face in her lover’s long, black hair, nuzzling her ear and letting out a long sigh.

”Thank you.”

Diana merely laid there, eyes still closed as her body erupted in an overtaking sense. Eventually she'd finally settle, back settling straight back to the floor, heavy breaths starting to slow. She'd felt Carmen somewhat adjust her position on the Italian as Diana was somewhat 'busy,' but it was to be expected. Every time one of the women had made the other climax, taunting or teasing usually followed; of course made all the more effective and lustful when the taunting woman was but a inch away from the others face. She didn't at all expect Carmen to speak her praises though.

Eyes opening, in a mild, but curious shock, Diana would turn her head to find the 24/7 champion nuzzled in her hair, rather than pressing faces to demonstrate her cocky grin. About as out as character as Diana turning up tomorrow with boxes of fairy cakes and muffins, you didn't have to be a genius to figure out something, minor or huge, was up with Carmen Rodriguez.

Pride kept Diana from specifically asking what. Both her own pride, in revealing she actually cared about the well-being of Carmen, and the 24/7 champions herself. Instead, she simply brought her own arm up and around Carmen, around her back with hand landing on her side. She didn't hold the woman close, or rub, or grind, or anything for that matter. Simply holding the woman, she lay still as a mouse, not uttering a word.

Tenderness. Caring. Affection. Concern.

These were words Carmen, or any sane person, would never use to describe Diana Accera, especially when she was around to hear the comment. She was stone even in the gentlest of scenarios, and she’d never shown much subtletly when they’d ever been together. The closest they’d come to a tender embrace was a bearhug.

But when Carmen was beside her and, she reached over with an embrace that betrayed actual emotion, actual feeling, actual comfort...it worked. Carmen couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be than in this woman’s arms.

”Thank you.”

The words came out in the lowest whisper, as Carmen closed her eyes and brought their faces togethers. With a steady breath and the smallest smile, she started to drift off into a deep, comforting sleep.

What little heart Diana had began to tear, as she began to question what would of actually occurred to make a woman as iron as Carmen Rodriguez to suddenly turn so...soft. The two had never spent time together that wasn't spent brawling, or passionately fucking. Thoughts ran through Diana's mind as to what could actually bring Carmen to such a level, before the 24/7 champion somewhat nuzzled against her, apparently drifting off.

Slowly but gently, Diana would begin to pull herself from underneath the champion, part of her tearing further as again she pondered what exactly must of occurred. Looking down on the gentle, snoozing figure, she'd begin to slowly slide her arms underneath Carmen, hooking the champion in a cradle carry of sorts, before hoisting her up. Slowly carrying her into the bedroom, Diana would again gently lower herself, before placing Carmen onto her bed.

She wouldn't tuck Carmen in mind; she'd consider that humiliating to a woman of Carmen's stature even if she came in blubbering her eyes out. Leaving the room, her foot somewhat catching on the 24/7 championship belt that Carmen so quickly threw into her apartment, Diana would bend to pick it up. Briefly eyeing it, a small smile on her face as she remembered that to her somewhat ridiculous luck, her first match in AFW was for said belt, she'd place it carefully on the side of her kitchen counter, making sure to wipe off the dust and mess that had stuck to it from her lazily cleaned carpet.

Finally, she'd settle herself down back into the spot she was before, eyes back on the T.V screen she'd been eyeing prior to Carmen's arrival. Completely ignoring the knocked over furniture and great mess before her, she'd simply go back to scanning through the channels, as if nothing ever occurred.