a/n : been nervous to post this and never written for wwe before but thereâs a first time for everything, also had no idea what to call it + havenât proof read so ignore the name and any mistakes
Alexa Bliss' thoughts surrounding Charlotte Flair have always been; rude, self-absorbed, over confident, determined, and wellâ attractive. "What, just because she's annoying doesn't mean she isn't hot" Alexa would always retort when challenged. When asked, Charlotte Flair's thoughts about Alexa Bliss are as follows; Short. Because Charlotte Flair did not think about Alexa Bliss.
She did not think about the short woman and how soft her hair was when it would brush against her skin as she held her before a sister abigail. Charlotte didn't think about the crinkle in Alexa's nose when she would smile amusedly, or the way she strutted down to the ring. How she would always carry that stupid doll with her, the one she so heartlessly ripped up a few years prior. 'Did I ever apologise for that?' Charlotte thinks to herself while feeling the all too familiar burn in her thighs as she continues to mindlessly move through the motions of her work out, definitely not thinking about a certain blonde haired tag team partner.
See, Charlotte never thought about Alexa, at least not anymore than a regular tag partner would. And would Charlotte ever divulge that she had grown fond of this weird partnership they shared? Not in a million years. It was her own little secret, one she intended to take to the grave.
Charlotte's gym session had been rather enjoyable despite her wandering mind and she felt quite content as she swiped her keycard to exit the small building. The weather was nice enough out that she could just slip on her new jacket and stay in her gym gear as she made her way back to the hotel.
The hotel they were staying in was nice, though Charlotte had to make a point that she's stayed in nicer, Alexa rolling her eyes playfully at the taller woman's disdain. Alexa had somehow convinced Charlotte that they should share a room, "good for team bonding" she insisted. And Charlotte being, well... someone who doesn't think about Alexa and how cute her pleading voice is accompanied by a pout and her sparkly eyes. How could she say no? "I mean, it is for the team" Charlotte shrugged.
Their room was by no means small but you wouldn't call it big either. There's two single beds that sit in the middle of the room and Charlotte couldn't explain the disappointment she felt settle over her. 'Must be how small the room is' she thought, scrambling for an answer that was anything but the true reason she was upset.
"I'll take this one" Alexa announced as she dropped down onto the bed by the window. Charlotte watched on and nodded as she sat her bag down next to her appointed bed. Following this Charlotte had very quickly set her sights on finding the nearest gym, already overwhelmed at sharing a space like this with Alexa. After quickly changing in their shared bathroom, without so much as a 'goodbye' she was out the door leaving a very confused Alexa. But she just shrugged it off and chalked it up to their flight which also had Charlotte a little restless.
What Alexa didn't know was that she had been the cause of Charlotte's apparent restlessness.
They were sat next to each other on the flight over. Easy. Charlotte had sat next to Alexa on heaps of flights, this was no different. Except it was.
At some point Alexa's head had fallen onto Charlotte's shoulder. Again, this was fine. They were close and had always been physically affectionate to a degree. Charlotte was totally fine until Alexa's hand snaked up and curled around Charlotte's bicep, soon moving to run her nails along the inside of Charlotte's arm. She found herself shivering under Alexa's touch and the action made her want to jump out of her seat inâ Excitement? Anguish? Fear?
Charlotte didn't know what she was feeling but whatever it was had been overwhelming to say the least. Thank God Alexa had been tired and soon fell asleep against Charlotte but that moment had been replaying in her head over and over and she has since found herself yearning for Alexa's soft touch.
As Charlotte approaches their hotel door she takes a deep breath before sliding her key shakily into the lock and pushing the door open carefully. It was later now, or at least late enough that the quaint hotel room was soaked in warm lighting from the few lamps that adorned the many surfaces of the room.
Charlotte was met with Alexa curled up on the couch nursing a half full wine glass, leaning on her arm while listening to Bayley animatedly recount her experience on the flight to her.
âWhatâs up blondieâ Alexa says in a bubbly tone, cocking her head to the side while looking to Charlotte. Alexaâs eyes rake over Charlotte, taking in her toned figure clad in tight sports attire now sans jacket as Charlotte hangs it by the door. The sight alone, mixed with her slight intoxication, makes Alexa want to bound across the room and jump into the taller womanâs arms right there.
âHey Blissterâ Charlotte responds smoothly while dropping her keys by the door and sliding her shoes off. âHey Charâ Bayley says and Charlotte nods in the womanâs direction with a soft smile. âI was just about to leaveâ Bayley muses, shooting a knowing look to Alexa over her glass. Charlotte watches Alexaâs cheeks flush a slight tone of pink with a confused expression before watching Bayley stand up, Alexa following suit.
The two women walk to the door and share a quick embrace, Bayley turning to Charlotte and offering the same before making a quick exit and leaving the two blonde women in silence.
âSo⊠how was the gym?â Alexa questions while brushing past Charlotte, making her way back to the couch, back to her wine glass. Charlottes brow furrows while watching Alexa drop down onto the borderline stiff couch. âThe gym was goodâ enjoying that wine?â Charlotte teases while meandering over to Alexa.
âHa Haâ Alexa replies dryly earning a smirk from Charlotte as she takes her place next to Alexa. Charlotte leans forward and grabs the tv remote, clicking the tv on and flicking through channels.
âWhat were you and Bayley talking about?â Charlotte asks sitting forward, fully focused on the tv screen. Alexaâs feet are tucked underneath her on the couch, wine glass clutched to her chest. She finds herself gazing at Charlottes muscles again. The way they flex slightly as Charlotte presses the button on the remote. Alexa canât seem to drag her eyes from the woman next to her.
Charlotte turns to Alexa upon her silence. Sheâs met with glossy eyes staring holes into her back. âDude are you good?â Alexa manages to snap her eyes to Charlotteâs face briefly before nodding. âYour back muscles are niceâ Alexa mumbles, a hand moving up to trace along the ridges of muscle. Charlotte tenses under the sudden touch before gradually loosening up as Alexa runs her fingers up and down Charlotteâs spine.
âAnyway you didnât answer my question; What were you and Bayley talking about?â Charlotte tries again. âNothing much, just the flight and this guy she was sitting behind.â Alexa chuckles whilst recollecting the conversation. Charlotte smiles softly at the noise and pictures the cute nose scrunch that accompanies the laugh.
Alexa places her glass down and shifts closer to Charlotte, arms wrapping around her waist in a swift movement. She rests her head on Charlottes shoulder and takes a deep breath. âSmell goodâ Alexa murmurs, breath fanning against Charlottes skin. Charlotte pauses at Alexaâs action. âI smell like sweatâ she utters out, confused at Alexaâs newfound affection. Charlotte is usually the one to instigate physical contact, mainly by playing with Alexaâs pigtails or throwing up half a heart in the hopes of Alexa completing it. Charlotte was the one that went in for hugs post match, the one constantly trying to find an excuse to intrude on the goddessâ space.
âYou smell like youâ Alexa responds back and Charlotte feels her heartbeat speed up a little. Alexa grumbles a little, similar to that of a toddler before sitting back up. Charlotte feels her heart sink a little at the loss of contact before Alexaâs grabbing her bicep. âCan we lie downâ Alexa more demands than questions. Charlotte immediately moves to lay down, legs sprawling out next to Alexa who happily watches the woman in front of her. Alexa then takes a moment before slotting herself between Charlotte and the couch, hand coming to rest on Charlotteâs toned abdomen.
âIâll never understand how you keep your absâ Alexa sighs, finger tracing the outline of Charlotteâs abs. âHard work and sweet determinationââ âAnd a high maintenance dietâ Alexa butts in. Charlotte gasps in faux offence and Alexa chuckles, hand resting flat on Charlotteâs stomach.
âWhat? I see you eyeing up the cakes while holding your plate stacked with every vegetable under the sunâ Alexa teases and Charlotte sighs and rolls her eyes. âYeah but⊠my abs do look damn goodâ she adds and Alexa hums in agreement.
Charlotteâs eyes begin to grow heavy as the woman who is now practically laying on top of her begins to trace shapes on her hip. âWhatâs gotten into you? Youâre being extraâŠâ Charlotte trails off, trying to think of the right word without scaring Alexa off.
Alexa sits up a little at Charlotteâs sentence to look at her. âAffectionateâ Charlotte finishes with a harsh swallow as the woman above her looks directly into her eyes, the pools of blue luring Charlotte in like a sailor at sea to sirens. âCanât a girl just show her tag partner some loveâ Alexa purrs down to a helpless Charlotte.
Charlotte had surrendered herself to Alexa long ago, before she herself even realised it. Immediately after a match Charlotte would find herself knelt down next to Alexa, helping her up. She would offer to carry her bags, carry her title, hell she even offered to carry Lily.
Charlotte was and had been whipped for Alexa for a long time now and in this very moment she was at her will, and Alexa knew this.
âLexi I think you may have had too much to drinkâ Charlotte rasps disappointedly while sitting up. Alexa stops her with a hand on her shoulder. âChar I literally just want to lie down with you. Is that too much to ask?â she defends flatly.
Charlotte sits in shock for a second at Alexaâs honesty before she shakes her head and lays back down. âThank youâ Alexa says happily while taking her place back on top of Charlotte whoâs arm now moves to rest on Alexaâs lower back. Charlottes fingers find their way under the hem of Alexaâs shirt and sprawl out across her soft skin. Alexa tucks her nose under Charlottes chin, making her shiver as Alexaâs breath tickles her jaw. Alexaâs hand takes up residence on Charlottes hip again, finger nails moving up and down rhythmically across her ribs.
âThis is niceâ Charlotte mumbles and Alexa hums in response, snuggling up closer to Charlotte. âYeah, it is.â
After no more than five minutes the two woman fall asleep wrapped in each others arms, the labours of the day long forgotten as they bask in the comfort of each others embrace.
