Enemies, Frenemies, or Undetermined? A Purple’s Night of Passion

Right foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. The words kept repeating in her head as she walked, the pain in her knee making the strain on her muscles that much more harsh on her. She shoots a side glance toward the source of her pain, a dazed Maria, the She-Devil that almost took her down, much to Colette’s dismay. Still, it was an interesting experience… her thoughts overcome with the kiss the Latina gave her before blindsideding her. Her pale cheeks began to turn rosey, her rhythm fumbling causing her to stumble. She catches her footing, sucking in her breath from the pain as it soon died down. With the locker room in view she’d press on, wanting to get changed and a brace, the Scot always came prepared and she was very glad she did.

Slipping inside wasn’t going to be easy with the She-Devil on her shoulders, luckily for her, a passing staff member was kind enough to help her off. With a quick “Thank you”. She steps inside and breathes a sigh of relief as she gently lays Maria on the bench nearby. ”Better be thankful, [bloody cow]. I know you would’ve dropped me.” She states, maybe that wasn’t true but she didn’t exactly trust them enough to doubt her experience in the ring. Turning to her locker, she opens it to retrieve her duffel bag. It was somewhat heavy but that’s the price you pay for assurance. She sits with it between her feet, tugging out her clothes, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a muscle cream to loosen her fatigued muscles, a knee brace, and a large towel. She eyes the Latina she should be down for a bit, The Scot figured a quick shower should be fine.

Taking her essentials: clothes and toiletries, Coco heads over to the shower, kicking off her boots before she gets any closer. Heading into the shower, she tugs the curtain to hide herself, throwing her clothes up over to give the curtain weight and make it a bit harder for prying eyes. She begins to undress, dropping her latex top and bottoms drop to the floor before pushing it past the curtain to keep it from getting wait. The warm water instantly felt good against her bruised and battered body as she turned to faucet to the max. Despite the cheating and low blows, she kind of had fun? Was it fun? Colette wasn’t sure how to explain her feelings. Her heart was raving as she lathered herself in bubbles from the body wash. Her knee felt relieve from the heat which was what she needed more then anything. The pleasantness wouldn’t last long so with her hair damp, she’d combine her shampoo and conditioner together, feeling a bit irritated she wasn’t taking the proper time for her hair but she didn’t want to push herself with events later to come….

Those thoughts made her blush again, it striking her weird that she felt so confident but now that she’s actually thinking about it.. no! “Focus girl, it probably won’t even go that far. I bet after dinner she’ll leave!” She thought to herself, her heart slowly beating at a normal rhythm and not threatening to burst from her chest. As the bubbles and warm water run down her body, she shuts it off, grabbing her towel after a few more moments of the raining warm water. Wrapping the large towel around her body, she’d begin to dry her frame. As her body was wiped of any evidence of water, she drops the towel on the floor and begins to dress herself, her undergarments first, followed by her sports top and then her stripped crop top. She gathers her things and her bottoms; striding to her bag, she digs into her bag for a smaller towel and effortlessly wraps her hair to dry. With her up to dry, she would next go for the muscle cream she brought. Flicking the lid away she lathers a small bit over her knee, the cool concoction made her skin crawl a bit but as she rubbed it in she calmed down and grabbed her brace to slip it on, tightening he it to fit.

Pulling up her black bottoms over her brace she slips on a pair of comfort shoes. She squeeze the now damp towel whipping her mostly dry hair and tying into a bun. With her things now stuffed back into her bag, She reaches back into her locker for her coat and her contacts case. She was ready to have this bugger things out and reached into the case for her black round glasses. With her coat on and her things packed, she’d turn to Maria, if she hadn’t stirred in the ten minutes in took her to shower and dress, Coco would step closer thinking in what she meant for the night. She contemplates for a moment but something pushed her on. If the She-Devil remained complacent, the bluentte would swing her leg clear over the Latina and the bench and perch on their abdomen. Her face flushed with a new blush as she scoots up further along their abdomen. lM-maria? Hello? Are you awake?” She’d call, was this okay? She could only wonder. The Scot lightky begins to pat their cheek, if of course they weren’t awake.

Spoiler:

"Nnnneegh..." Slowly but surely, Maria's eyes began to flutter behind her mask as she felt someone tap at her cheek. Her entire body was a throbbing mass of pain, and there was a brilliant, burning light in front of her vision, threatening to overwhelm her with--

No, she corrected herself, that was just the overhead light of the locker room. That, she realized, explained the hard, unforgiving surface she was lying on: she had been placed along the bench, her arm slung back so that it was touching the floor. The last she had remembered, Collette had managed to score the pinfall on her, and Maria had had just enough time to be snide at her before she had lost consciousness and...

Oh.

Oh.

Gingerly, she forced her eyes open. There was a cute, if tall, girl with wide brimmed glasses, a striped tank top and blue hair done back blue hair done back neatly...and this girl was currently straddling her waist in a dominant position. It took Maria a few seconds to realize this was Colette: outside of her ring gear, and wearing glasses, the Scots girl was virtually unrecognizable (and far more cute, admittedly). She seemed more than a little concerned for Maria as she tapped her shoulder to get her awake.

Maria allowed herself a weak laugh. "Getting...started already, are we chica?" she teased, looking at the way Collette was straddling her suggestively.

She could see the Latina stir, thankful that she wasn’t still in dreamland due to the beating the both of them took. It seemed to take them a moment to realize where they were and who was above (on top of) them. She breathes a sigh of relief, having finally gotten them awake, now they could do what they needed to before they left and she wouldn’t have to worry about carrying unconscious baggage home. Colette didn’t think much outside of waking Maria up nor did she think anything of where she was sitting. Somewhat relieved, her hand withdraws from her shoulder and rests on her lap, content with this much. ”Oh good you’re aw-.. h-huh!? What’s that supposed to mean!?” Coco was taken comepletly off guard with Maria’s statement.

It took only moments to figure out what exactly the She-Devil was implying. Seated on top of them, Maria’s flashy attire leaving little to wonder, and the promise still lingering over head. The pale scots face immediately becomes flush with a cherry hue. Her hands instantly cup her burning cheeks and she closes her eyes tight. ”I-its not what you think! I was…I was- I was just trying to wake you up! That’s right, I-I didn’t want to have to carry you home…! Oh, just shush up.” she rambled trying to form her sentences before they just fell out of her lips. Coco was still not used to this sort of thing, no matter how hard she tried being in these types of situations always broke down her barrriers.

”J-just hurry up and get dressed [ya Git].” She demands through a huff, attempting to compose herself, knowing full well Maria would and could use this against her. She doesn’t even know why she said she’d do this. Her insides are stirring with embarrassment and anxiety, it doesn’t help that she practically spills her guts when it even comes to love. She had to wonder how she’ll get through this before she realized, she hadn’t gotten off of the Latina yet. Pushing herself up from her seated position thanks to Maria, she gives them space to pick themselves off the bench. ”S-sorry.. I was thinking. she states, rolling her thumbs with her gym bag in hand.

Outside of the match, Collette seemed like a completely different person, and it wasn't just because her hair had been done up or that she was wearing glasses. Her entire personality seemed to have shifted from taciturn, irritable and aggressive to cheerful, bubbly, and even anxious. This was evinced by just how bashful Collette was acting, especially when Maria pointed out just how suggestive her pose was at that moment.

The way she blushed, covered her cheeks, stammered in protest...ay carumba, this Scots girl was way too damn cute outside of her ring persona. The fact that she was unused to situations like this was painfully obvious, and was going to make her all the more fun to exploit.

Of course, some of Collette's previous coarseness returned when she urged Maria to get dressed, though the Cubana could tell a lot of it was forced. Grinning, she casually folded her hands behind her head as though casually lying down. "Awww, don't be so modest, chica," she purred. "I mean, I'm touched by your concern, but there's no need for us to be so formal. Or have you forgotten that we shared a kiss not long ago in the ring?" To underscore this, she would raise one of her legs, using her flexibility to teasingly slide a long leg up along the length of Collette's back. She knew that Collette would get flustered by her flirting, and it was too fun not to try.

Abruptly, though, Collette rolled off of her and began to hurriedly rifle through her back. Chuckling, Maria grabbed onto her own gym bag and made her way into the change room, slowly peeling off her sweat-soaked wrestling gear. "By the way," she called from within the change booth, "what were your plans for me anyway, now that I'm you're prisoner? I'm just dying to know, chica!"

Casually, as she changed, she would throw her top over the edge of the change booth so that it landed in Colette's lap, just to fluster her even more.

Maybe she was coming at this the wrong way, but it was hard to put up a strong front, Coco was very aware of her weakness. Her obvious lack of tact with her position gave her away not that the blush currently burning her cheeks did any better. Her gaze couldn’t be pried away from the Cubana, their own staring back up at her like a thorough reporter studying all the facts. Colette was certain they were thinking something malicious but what could it be? Even after being in the ring with them for so long, not even she could point to a definitive answer. Maria did seem to already been on board with taunting and teasing her now that her bravado was gone.

With her prize laying back as if she owned the place, the Scot could feel her nerves being touched, until the aforementioned kiss brought back that sneaky moment. Her gaze hardened for a second while their leg slowly slide upthe small of her back, her tendrils locked into their shoulder slightky dig as she attempts to keep her composure. ”Sure, I remember. You sucker punched me right after too, how could I forget?” She shot back. Although..she couldn’t deny that in those moments before, had she not been, she might’ve asked for more..no! What is she saying!? She quickly removed herself from their stomach as they chuckled; grabbing their own gym bag to get a shower and change before they popped the question: What was she going to do with them?

It was at that moment that Colette realized she hadn’t thought this through. She began to wrack her brain for a minute until she heard the squeak of their top rolling up before she felt a slightly heavy thump hit her lap. It was Maria’s, Colette suddenly jumped with surprise, the fabric rolling off her knees before she grabbed with with her index and thumb. ”Oi! Don’t just toss your sweaty clothes!” she exclaims with surprise, the blush ever so present as she set it down on the bench. Her heart was racing now, Maria was definitely doing this on purpose. She had to get back at them, this was a declaration of war!

Still, the Scot needed a plan, should it be like a date? Maybe, but then again they were get prisoner afterall, she could just take her back to her place. The image rubbing across her mind sent a shiver up the bluenette’s spine. Her body growing got with the thoughts flooding her mind. ”I-i suppose we could..go to my place. But-! But, don’t get any funny ideas. You’re mine tonight, got it?” She asked sternly, was she trying to be intimidating or just put up a strong front? The Scot wasn’t even sure herself.

The words left her lips before she realized exactly what she said. The bluenette’s mind was a whirlpool as her own words ring in her head. Coco was making this way too easy for Maria and the Scot was none the wiser.