Something Sweet

"No." Ellie breathed out softly. She had pictured her victory in any number of ways. Rose red faced and tapping as she applied a rear naked choke… landing her finishing move on the domme to out her down for a three count. This… what something entirely different and unexpected. She had thought tonight had become a lost cause. The moment Rose had climbed on top of her, the match had practically ended then and there. She would have said early anything, done nearly anything, just to feel the fiery redhead's hands on her body and those lips of hers wherever they wished to go.

She couldn't even remember how she had managed to turn the tables. It was all a blur of carnal pleasure to which she was fully unaccustomed to. She hadn't even known she could feel this way about another woman until recently… and now Rose had spoiled her. How could anyone else live up to her? She shivered at the whisper in her ear, blushing firefly as she cuddled herself even closer, biting her lip, already eager for more. "It felt great…"

Ellie lifted her head, eyes peering over Rose's face somehow still filled with an innocent wonder. She was hesitating, somehow still sheepish after all that the two of them had shared tonight. Quickly she leaned in to give Rose another quick peck on the lips as if to test of anything that had transpired between them here somehow no longer counted now that the match was over. "I… owe you an apology. I feel I have been... needlessly harsh with my judgements."

Rose was, in truth, not much of a cuddler, preferring to bask and stretch after a rousing round of sex, craving some space to breathe more often than not. For Ellie, however, she could make an exception, welcoming the Briton with eager arms, willing to stay like this for as long as she desired. Despite the unquestionable debauchery they had just gotten up to, there was something oddly wholesome about it all. This was probably the most heartwarming thing that had ever occurred in this house since she and Thorn bought it.

Even now, after the indescribable night they had together, Ellie still maintained this sweet, saccharine veneer, hesitating for a kiss even as their hot, wet skin rubbed against each other and the smell of orgasms hung thick in the air. How she managed to stay this adorable and not realize it, Rose simply could not fathom.

She let the peck happen, smiled, then leaned up to bring their lips together again for something hotter. Slipping her tongue into Ellie’s mouth, pulled at her teeth, a slight gesture to prod her for more of the same.

After a moment, she pulled away and gave Ellie a parting lick on the lips. ”Ellie, you owe me nothing. Certainly not after that.” She closed her eyes and let her voice drop, almost as if she were praying to some lewd, unseen god. ”Whatever happened, it was a privilege to be a part of it. So, thank you for this. Really.”

Rose let that silence hang, drew it out, then had a deep sigh as her eyes open. ”But now, between us, where do we go?” She titled her head to the side. ”Where do you want to go?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she stole her most minuscule of kisses and drew back waiting to gauge Rose's reaction. A smile… that was good. There was warmth to be found in the Briton's face as well, beside her blush, in the girl of her lips. Relief and a simple and of happiness that she hadn't really given to the redhead save for briefly over their dinner. While she was content to just bask in the moment, the woman beneath her had other ideas and brought their lips back together. It got a small mousey squeak from the rookie who didn't pull back, allowing Rose to command the embrace, moaning softly as their tongue glanced off of one another in a flitting moment. She was being coy again, but open to whatever Rose seemed to want from her lips. When they parted, Ellie let her head drop back to the redhead's shoulder, panting softly after forgetting to breath while they had let their tongues tango.

"Hm?" She hummed blissfully after the quiet between them was broken. It seemed the questions didn't quite land at first, Ellie still lost on cloud nine. It all came rushing back to her in a sudden moment of clarity, snapping her lidded eyes wide and finding her shooting upright to sit up beside Rose like someone who had just awakened next to a dead body covered in blood after a drunken night on the town. She looked down at herself, disheveled, but still clothed… quick to tug the strap of her leotard that hung stretched down by her bicep up onto her shoulder again. She looked back to Rose, swallowing hard… she remained there in a moment of self reflecting be shock, swallowing hard as her eyes darted away from staring as Rose's bare chest on full display.

"This… stays between us. I don't want Lyla to know… I don't want anyone to know." What would her parents think if they found out? What would her fans… all… however many of them. No, this had been a mistake. Why had she done this?

Then her racing mind slowed… settled in as she caught her breath. The room was quiet. The sound of Rose breathing softly next to her was pleasant. Tonight had been… fantastic. An engaging meal with an intelligent and cultured woman. A challenging wrestling match… her first explorations into her sexuality. There was shame here for her, but it didn't outweigh how happy she had been made by the whole experience. She let her gaze settle back on Rose, taking a deep breath. She had difficulty being direct when it came to this, so she instead chose to rationalize it out loud to Rose. "...it's only fair we wrestle again sometime. After all, we still have a score to settle now that we have both won once. I can't have people thinking this was a fluke."

While she wouldn’t call herself a trained expert, being a dominatrix required and fostered a certain empathy in Rose. You had to read your submissive’s feelings, know their limits, pick up on the unspoken hesitations and the body language. A safeword was no guarantee. There had been times, more than she could count, when a client said they wanted more simply to impress her, when their body was reaching its limits.

So she watched, with keen interest, as Ellie seemed to run the gamut of emotions before her very eyes. Sitting upright, that shocked look, the mild panic. It was all sinking in now, that this wasn’t some lewd dream and they would have to return to the real world sooner or later. She had seen it before with a few of her more skittish slaves. A natural reaction.

Rose kept her position on the floor for now, sliding her thighs together and breathing deep, doing little more than that. For now. ”This stays between us.” She repeated the words and nodded to seal their silent contract. ”Discretion is part of my job description. You’ve nothing to worry about. Though I imagine you’ll want this to be an official match and count towards your ratio, if you’re worried about it being called a fluke.” She tapped her chin, thoughtful for an instant. ”A simple submission victory? True enough, certainly.”

She sat up, finally, slid over to Ellie’s side, shoulder to shoulder with the younger woman, as close to an even level as they could get. ”It’s your choice. Your pace. I won’t rob that from you.” Rose was quick to hold up a finger. ”But, I will say, if you feel some shame about what happened between us...don’t. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman Ellie, and it was an honor to see this side of you. You can keep it away if you wish, just don’t feel as if you must.”

Ellie found herself staring up at the ceiling. This wasn't wrestling. Not the wrestling she had studied and practiced, worked tirelessly to try and perfect. Whatever this was, it certainly wasn't what she had wanted when she set herself up on this career path. Despite all this, she couldn't keep the smile off her face and the rosy red bud from gracing her cheeks. This night, this experience had been such a fun release, something she had repressed so deeply and for so long just flowing out freely. She was happy to have had this moment with Rose. So beautiful, so understanding, so patient. She had misjudged the woman in so many ways but after tonight she harbored a brand new respect for her both inside and outside of the ring.

She wasn't sure she was ready to dive into these sorts of matches in AFW. The thought of the crowd watching and judging was… a bit frightening. But here? With Rose? She would do it again in a heartbeat. It didn't matter if she won or lost, she just wanted to spend more time with her. A bit guiltily, like this. Was she being selfish to want that? To want her? Rose was in the business of being an object of desire and domination. Was Ellie just another one of her adoring fans? She wasn't sure, she couldn't be sure. She had never really had something like this in her life and the lines between infatuation and… something else were practically one in the same. It was too embarrassing to discuss. She felt silly even thinking it.

"Let's do this again. Next time I'll cook." Ellie turned her head to peer up at Rose, enamored by her shadowed features of wild red hair falling over her face in bright contrast. She couldn't help but reach up and delicately brush back a stray lock of hair behind one of the other woman's ears. "Maybe next time you can give me a challenge." The young rookie said softly with a smirk, far too humble to actually mean what she said. It remained an open invitation to what they had shared and an eagerness to do it again. This was the beginning of a whole new adventure for her.