Title: Gorgeous
Author: Kora
E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Author's Note: Another femslash fic - what the hell is the matter with me?! Ah well, if I see potential for a fic, I go for it. And potential abounded two weeks ago on RAW, the 5/10/04 installment between molly Holly and Gail Kim. Funny that I have a fic entitled ' Beautiful' and 'Gorgeous' in my slash section…maybe I should start a series…
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Molly emerged from the hotel bathroom with a modest, fluffy white terry cloth robe wrapped around her, a toothbrush in her mouth. She looked at Gail Kim, who lay on her stomach on their hard bed filing her nails. The glow from the TV cast off her raven locks and she looked particularly bored as she blew some filed powder away from her fingers.
Molly opened her mouth to speak but only came out with, "Goo nob, ah canna bewife Staca thouga-"
"What?" Gail looked at her, brown eyes narrowed, voice sharp with annoyance, "Molly, I can't understand you. Spit that shit out of your mouth and then talk."
Molly rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom, spitting out saliva and toothpaste, washing her mouth out with water and drying her face before facing Gail again and speaking clearly, "I said, you know, I can't believe Stacy thought she could go in the ring and brag like that about the Diva DVD and magazine, go on about how hot she thinks she is…I mean she's so freakishly skinny…like a damned stick bug and she's up there-"
Gail scoffed, "Oh don't get me started! She doesn't even have any tits! And she's up there getting attention! Airtime! For what? I mean, I made the Women's Champ tap!"
"Yeah, twice now!" Molly said with awe as she sat next to Gail. The other woman still wore her wrestling gear and had a light sheen of sweat on her. Molly looked at the leather material of Gail's costume and bit her bottom lip. The material clung perfectly to the other woman's form, hugging all the right places…
Molly let out a breath to calm herself and shook her head, "Gail, you should probably get undressed."
"Excuse me?!" Gail gasped, her head jerking in Molly's direction.
Realizing how that might have sounded, Molly blushed, "I - I mean you can use the shower now if you'd like. I know you must…must want to get cleaned up…"
Gail shrugged, "Yeah, in a minute. I want to finish this hand. Besides, I wear deodorant, it's not like I smell," Gail raised an eyebrow and looked at Molly inquisitively, "Do I?"
Molly knew this question was a fine line but luckily she had the right, and truthful, answer, "No, you don't. In…in fact you smell great."
The last part didn't need to be added but Molly chose to toss it in there because that's how she felt. Gail really did smell good. Sure, she had a light sheen of sweat on her, but the perspiration only seemed to enhance her own musky vanilla scent. It rolled through Molly's system and settled right over her stomach like a heavy weight.
But it was vital that Gail never knew what Molly was thinking. She had never thought of herself as the type to desire a woman before. For the most part she was completely asexual. Sure, she got a lot of back handed comments at work about being a lesbian. She had ever since she'd decided to stand up to the oppressive male regime at RAW.
She didn't want to be one of those girly girl divas like Trish or Stacy. She wanted to be her own woman. She wanted to not have to wear skimpy clothes. She wanted to show how brutal she could be, how strong, and still earn respect. But unfortunately in this type of business, in this type of world, you couldn't gain respect without being a girly girl diva who wore skimpy clothes.
But she refused to conform.
And thus she was labeled as being a bitch, a fat ass, and, for pushing off the male superstars' advances (when they felt like giving them to her) as a lesbian. Never mind her past with Spike or Hurricane…
But truly she didn't care what they thought. If they felt more comfortable labeling her than facing up to their own insufficiencies, so be it, let them use her as their scape goat. She didn't mind being labeled gay as long as she was left alone and allowed to kick ass, allowed to continue to try and win the belt.
Then Gail had come along.
At first, Molly's only friend had been Victoria. But the psycho diva had not only betrayed her, she had, in essence, joined the girly girl diva squad. What's more, she had shaved Molly bald! Molly! Her best friend, her mentor, the one who had looked out for her…
Molly touched the blonde wig she wore even now. After leaving the shower she had made sure to put back on the wig, not wanting someone as lovely as Gail to see her without it. Sure, Gail knew, everyone knew. But it felt better to have something of a blanket to protect her, even now, after a match, off camera, alone with Gail, it was nice to have the wig…
What Victoria had done had stung and Molly had felt alone, abandoned. She had had a short camaraderie with Gail but it was practically long since forgotten. After all, the acquaintanceship had been short. Gail had seduced Bischoff, given Molly some laughs…Molly had been able to tolerate her…
But then Gail was injured and gone, Molly was alone, Victoria betrayed her and the shaving match commenced…
So Molly was bald and alone when Gail returned. Gail laughed at her baldness at first. This was not unexpected, everyone did, and Molly had gone to sock her when Gail had caught the fist and said succinctly, "So why don't you just get a wig?"
Her voice had been sharp, hard, but Molly had seen, deep in the other woman's dark eyes, the faintest glimmer of sympathy. Molly had clung to it but also, much like Gail, remained stone faced, merely pulling her fist from Gail's grip and relaxing, giving a short nod.
After that, Gail and Molly had fallen in again. They weren't necessarily best friends but they were no longer merely acquaintances who tolerated each other either. They had…an understanding.
And neither of them was alone.
And then, out of nowhere, Molly had felt the longing, the attraction…
She began to notice how utterly gorgeous Gail was. Her raven tresses, her creamy smooth skin, perfect tight body…
And she began to daydream, her mind floating into hot regions it had never been before. She had felt dirty and guilty…and excited.
She couldn't stop the desire flowing through her but, not wanting to disgust and lose Gail, had kept it to herself. She decided to just except it and be happy to know, secretly, that she could feel lust like anyone else.
Yes, it made her less pure, a loss, but it also gave her something to gloat about privately when others labeled her asexual. She could still be tough and just like everyone else…
Gail rolled to one side and snapped her fingers in Molly's face, "Hey! You hear me?"
"Huh? What?"
"Daydreaming again, huh. See, this is why you lost the belt." Gail chided but there was some humor to the comment. Very little, but some.
Molly sighed and shook her head, "Lost more than the belt, remember?"
Gail rolled her eyes, "Don't start feeling sorry for yourself, that's just pathetic. 'Sides, some of it has to be growing back by now, right? And I mean, it can't be that bad."
Molly fingered the blonde curls of the wig, "It is."
The other woman sat up on the bed, "I think you should just take the stupid wig off. No one's here but me."
Molly shrugged and chose to change the subject, "I think we should focus more on getting you the women's title."
Gail looked skeptical, folding her arms over her chest, "You're going to help me get the title?"
Molly tried to ignore how Gail had just inadvertently drawn attention to her breast, "Sure. You deserve to hold it again. And I'd love to get back at Victoria. You've been humiliating her far better than I could. Getting her to tap to submission holds. You deserve the belt for a while."
"Hmm," Gail murmured, face still unsure, "How do I know you won't betray me for it?"
Molly's eyes widened, shocked and slightly hurt, "Gail…"
"Be honest, Molly."
She sighed, "I do want the belt…but I'd let you have it for a while. It's always shuffling around anyway right? And besides, I'd be honored to face you in the ring for it. A truly worthy opponent."
Gail gave a high-pitched laugh and rolled her eyes yet again, "Yeah, sure…"
Molly wanted to assure her but instead kept her mouth shut, once more remarking, "I still can't believe Stacy…"
"Yeah, I know."
"I mean…claming to be more gorgeous than you…"
"Yeah, meant to ask you about that," Gail murmured.
Molly froze, the blood in her veins turning to ice. Oh no. Was she caught?
"You know, when we were in the ring and I questioned Stacy about if she thought she was more gorgeous than me, you merely backed me up. You said, 'yeah Stacy, do you really think you're more gorgeous than Gail."
"Oh, well, I mean I was - I was just backing you up like you said-"
"No, no I know that. What I'm more interested in, is why you didn't ask Stacy why she was saying she was more gorgeous than you. 'Cause, I mean that's essentially what she was saying. That she was more gorgeous than you, than me, than everybody…"
"Oh well…I mean…I don't know…"
"You don't think you're gorgeous?" Gail asked, one eyebrow raised.
Molly swallowed and tried to clear her throat. Why was the room suddenly so small? So stuffy?
Gail chuckled and suddenly she eased forward, closer to Molly. The once-brunette, stilled, the weight in her stomach melting to leek into her legs and the apex between them as she found her eyes locked with Gail's, the other woman only inches away.
Gail purred, voice velvet soft, "Do you think I'm gorgeous Molly?"
"W-w-well I-I-"
Molly found speech impossible.
Gall laughed and this time the sound was like twinkling bells as her hands reached out and took hold of Molly's robe, "Let me repeat that, do you think I'm gorgeous?"
"I," Molly licked her lips and she saw Gail's eyes trace over her mouth, over the movement. Molly almost moaned, but instead whispered quietly, "Yes."
Gail grinned and ran her open palms over the front of Molly's robe, over where her breasts lay beneath. Molly did moan now as Gail eased closer, her bottom lip brushing Molly's earlobe, "Good."
Gail's mouth opened and clamped down over Molly's ear, tongue teasing it as her open hands closed, her palms caressing Molly's breasts beneath her robe. Molly gasped and moaned again, pushing her body forward. She couldn’t believe this was happening! That Gail was doing this, that she was doing this…
Gail's mouth left Molly's ear and traced wetly over her face and along her cheek. She slanted her lips over Molly's, tongue tracing her lips. Molly opened her mouth compliantly and Gail's tongue surged inside, taking full possession, tasting her fully.
Molly's own shaky hands rose up to knot in Gail's dark hair, tugging slightly. Gail released a tiny yowl and drew away from the punishing kiss. Molly tried to capture her breath, her mouth feeling slightly swollen. Gail looked at her and grinned like a cat. Her hands worked away the robe, bearing Molly's body to her view.
Her dark, almond shaped eyes scanned up and down her friend, taking in her lush, naked form. Her voice was a dark whisper, "Hmm…you are gorgeous Molly."
Molly shuddered as Gail drew her close, hands digging into the wig's blonde curls. She covered Molly's mouth with her own again and gently eased the other woman under her on the bed. Gail's hands swarmed everywhere, along her arms and legs, the sides of her breasts.
All Molly could do was moan as Gail drew away from the kiss and planted several other pecks along Molly's face and neck. She drew back to admire Molly's breasts, and took one in her hand, squeezing it harshly. Then pulling away until just her fingers latched onto Molly's nipple. She rolled the small pink flesh between her fingers and Molly let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
Gail straddled Molly and continued to tease the one nipple, remarking, "Unlike Stacy, you have tits. Some great tits…"
She lowered her head and began to nuzzle Molly's breasts. She rose up to one nipple and sucked it into the hot center of her mouth. Gail's name left Molly in a whimper as her body rocked beneath her friend.
Gail feasted on both breasts while her free hand wandered down to the throbbing nub between Molly's thighs. She stroked long, lithe fingers expertly between her moist flesh, enjoying hearing Molly's cries of her name grow louder, sharper.
Gail drew away from Molly's breasts and sped her hand up along Molly's clit, mumbling dirty words as her mouth settled along the juncture where Molly's neck met her shoulders.
Molly could bearly catch the words but her excitement grew at each little phrase…
That's it honey, just like that…come for me, gorgeous…
Molly gasped, her hips rising again and again to meet Gail's fingers as Gail's breath washed over her skin. And still the words she picked up…
So wet…come on…so hot, you little…
And then the words stopped and Gail's teeth latched onto Molly's flesh, biting down hard as her fingers plunged deep inside Molly.
The other woman let out a keening wail as she came apart, climax rolling through her swiftly, limbs trembling beneath the pleasure and pain of Gail's actions. Gail let her ride it out completely, hands and mouth never stopping their work until at last Molly fell into soft pants and weak, feeble shaking.
Her hips still continued to thrust up against Gail but more slowly now, more rhythmically and Gail herself now moaned, her own pleasure not yet fulfilled. She drew back and flashed Molly and white toothed grin. "You were right. I should get undressed."
Gail swiftly removed all her clothing and once she was naked, Molly looked at her with glazed, hungry eyes, reaching for her. Gail let herself be taken but drew her hands up to the strap under Molly's chin. Molly drew back slightly and Gail let out an exasperated noise. "Molly, honey, I'm sick of this insecurity bullshit. I don't care if you're bald. I want the wig off."
Molly still didn't move and Gail let out an annoyed grunt, "Fine. Please?"
Molly's bottom lip trembled but she pulled back enough to withdraw the wig. Gail could see that Molly was no longer truly bald, a tiny field of dark peach fuzz having grown. Gail ran her fingers over it and let out a breath, "Gorgeous."
Molly gasped and captured Gail's mouth in a gentle, grateful kiss. But Gail was in no mood to be gentle. She pulled away from the kiss and caught Molly's hands in her own, closing them over her breasts.
Molly immediately began squeezing and shaping them to her hands, much to Gail's delight. Gail rocked under her and thrust her own hips in Molly's direction, licking her lips and looking quiet naughty as she cooed, "You know what I'd like?"
Molly looked at her innocently, "What?"
"If you took a taste."
The other woman looked confused and Gail couldn't help another eye roll as she rocked her hips once more, "Down there."
Molly's eyes widened and Gail couldn't help but give a sexy chuckle. "That's right. Eat my pussy."
Molly turned beet red at the foul language and was immediately ready to decline but then, this was what she had wanted. And Gail had accepted her without the wig...and it couldn't be all that bad…and after what Gail had done…
Molly sighed and gently eased downwards, her hands still clasped over Gail's breasts. The scent of musky vanilla was nearly drowning her as she reached the spot Gail had wanted her to go. Molly felt revulsion roll through her. In all her daydreams she had never seen herself doing this. She wasn't quite sure how…if she'd like it…
But she looked up and saw how hot Gail looked, how sexy…how gorgeous…
Molly closed her eyes and lowered her head, lips gently parting the warm flesh, tongue diving inside. Molly half expected to vomit from the merest taste or drop dead or something…but it wasn't too bad after all…wasn't too good either…but it was livable…
Molly flicked her tongue slightly and Gail practically yipped in excitement, hips rolling forward, pushing Molly's mouth and face in deeper. Molly's eyes remained sealed tight as she tried again, mouth working just so, tongue moving, tasting…
And it really wasn't too bad…
And Gail was starting to make all these loud, sexy noises, her fingers clutching Molly's shoulders and Molly started to feel better about it, more excited again and she found the weight had returned…
Her hands left Gail's breasts and journeyed down her own body, between her own legs…
She hardly ever did this and she knew Gail was watching but...god, she needed…
And then she heard Gail's voice encouraging her. Encouraging her not jus to find Gail release but to find herself release as well with her own hands and…
Molly cried out as she pleased herself and Gail until both women climaxed. Molly drew back and slowly crawled up to Gail, resting beside her exhausted. The air smelled of sex and both women laid unmoving for some time.
Gail caught her breath and looked over at Molly, "Better?"
"Mmm," Was Molly's only answer until she worked up the courage to ask, "Why did you…"
"Psh," Gail laughed, shaking her head, "You're not as discrete as you think you are. I knew you wanted me. And me, well shit, I take what I want, when I want. Man or woman. And honey…you're a fine woman…haven't gotten off that good in a long while."
Molly blushed again and whispered, "So we're still…cool."
"Better'n that. We can do this again sometime, girlfriend," Gail chuckled and rose to her feet, wandering lazily to the bathroom, "I guess I'll take that shower you suggested now. Feel free to join me."
Molly lay there boneless, thinking over the amazing, unbelievable thing that had just happened. Her body still humming from completion. And then she thought of Gail in the shower.
Wet.
Alone.
Molly grinned and rose to her feet, heading straight for the bathroom.