Post by victoriastrader on Oct 28, 2021 16:49:58 GMT -5
Flight into Miami
October 24th, 2021
“Life really does fly by.”
Victoria sat upon the private jet that belonged to the family and would be landing in Miami shortly, where she would grab a hotel with her girlfriend, Atara Themis. It was no secret she had been a little hot with her Greek Goddess.
“Dove, listen,” the honey rasped sweetly in Victoria’s ear.
“Don’t want to hear it.”
“This is what I do. I throw shit into the fan and wait to see where it lands,” she says, throwing her arms. “I am not going to feel bad for seeking a reaction. It’s part of my charm, Dove.”
“Ugh… stop making valid points.”
“I will not stop making valid points,” the Goddess says with a cackle. Victoria shakes her head.
“How do you do that? Get in my head?” She asks, getting out of the seat and approaching Atara.
“I was gifted the abilities to read the minds of bottle blondes who are far too over-sensitive,” she throws at Vee playfully. Vee closes the gap, pushing Atara to the closed door of the cockpit. She leans in, the young Strader-Knox became intoxicated every time she smelled her, and the Goddess knew it, but the feeling was mutual. Would she have put up with it otherwise but even Victoria knew she needed to get over her insecurities sooner than later.
“One of your many talents,” Vee replies with a whisper into Atty’s ear. “Are you ready to blow some minds tomorrow?”
Atara gets her evil plan smirk on her face, as she nods.
“Pánta, Dove. ρánta,” as quickly as the words leave her lips, Victoria has locked on and is holding a fistful of hair.
Home of Cara Strader, Firestation
Redwood City, California
October 27th, 2021
Our heroine, who survived a week locked up by her twisted uncle, Diogenes Knox, rolled into an action-packed for what turned out to be a taping of the last ever (to the public from what this text type has heard) Monday Massacre. She had beaten Bam Miller, the dude with the erection for the XWF, earned a shot at the Trans-Atlantic Championship held by Betsy Granger. On top of it all, she had an immature reaction to something that was genuinely harmless regardless of what was said, and she took off to California to see her sister, aunt and mom. Tamika and Cara were out shopping in the main city of San Francisco, leaving Victoria and her mother Meghan back at what used to be her own home (and could be again as Cara did tell her to come home). Still, she had to focus on her agreed Tara Fenix Charity Cruise. Now that Meghan is retired from active competition, she moves into a managerial position for her next career phase. That next phase was to manage the young Strader as the past couple of weeks had proven to be tough to handle for Vee. Meghan, on the other hand, had damn near ‘seent’ all of it and could give her oldest that steady hand she was going to need.
“Huh, mom as my manager… might just be the right thing.”
“I wouldn’t know what to pay you, mom,” she says with a slight shrug in Meghan’s direction.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry about that. When I secure you a contract, I will be sure to negotiate my salary into it,” the elder Strader replies, leaning back into the corner of the brown leather couch they both occupy in the old-style pub that was inside the former FireHouse.
Victoria looks at her from the other end of the couch. Meghan has lit a cigarette, and it always amazed her how she never left lipstick on her butts.
“Ok, well, find us a job then, mom, because you are hired!”
“Oh, look at her face… I just made her day.”
Meghan was all smiles as she got up and kissed Vee on her forehead.
“I’ll get to work. Are you ok, sweetheart?” she asks, holding onto Vee’s left (or was it the right?) hand.
“I don’t know…”
“Yeah, I am ok, mom,” she says, fingers crossed that hid under her arm as she sat with her arms crossed. Meghan stands up straight while crossing her arms.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Victoria. But I won’t push; you know where to find me when you are ready,” she says, turning on her heels and leaving the pub area.
“I should go for a walk.”
Victoria gets up after a couple of moments and heads out into the garage area where FireTrucks used to be parked. Still, now but now it was to her 1998 Silver Trans Am, Cara’s 1970 all black Cutlass, Meghan’s Harley Fat Boy and Victoria’s Heritage Softail special edition model her Uncle John bought for her (on a trade-in. he did with the Sporty he had initially been bought her).
“Hey, baby, sorry mama hasn’t been here to enjoy you.”
Her hand glides over the teardrop gas tank and pulls off her DOT minimal helmet, and clasps it on. She throws her blue denim leg over it and lifts the bike straight up. She pulls in the clutch with a flick of her wrist and fires up the 1700cc V-Twin between her legs.
“A ride up the coast sounds perfect. I have missed you, babe.”
Her right hand gently rubs the top of the tank and smiles.
Twenty minutes later, Victoria found herself at the San Francisco bay, laying on her back along with the leather seat of her bike with her eyes closed, listening to the water crash along the shoreline. The sun was down, but she found herself illuminated by street lights on this particular stretch of highway on the coast.
“I should probably do a promo for Tara’s cruise. I owe her an apology as well… One thing at a time, Victoria!”
Strader-Knox demon spawn reaches inside the plain dark brown pleather jacket she is wearing (Atara did have a positive influence), pulls out her new iPhone 13 and balances it in the middle of her handlebars with the touch screen facing her. She hit the record button.
“Alright, here we go… 3… 2… 1.”
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens light up after a flash of the TFCC logo and are greeted by the ponytail herself, Victoria Strader-Knox. The whole Knox surname was something she was still getting used to, but she saw how happy it made her biological father and made it worth it. She smiles for us, but her glasz coloured eyes that she shared with her dad tell us she is not emotionally well.
“Hey everyone, I am sure you have all heard by now that OCW has closed its doors to the public and is now only open to original contracted wrestlers and Hall of Famers, well except SuMa, but that’s probably ‘cause my cousin is a freakin’ lunatic threatening people every chance he could. I was able to defeat Bam Miller to earn a shot at Betsy’s Trans-Atlantic Championship, but that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
“I have always said I don’t care who I face in the ring as long they’re going to force the absolute best out of me. A few names are an exception to that rule, and the aforementioned Betsy is one of them. We didn’t get to dance, Mrs. Raven, but I think your husband is right that we’ll end up having our match. Until then…”
Victoria looks out to the Pacific Ocean, closing her eyes letting the wind of water blow a few strands of hair that came loose from the hair elastic. She turns back to us.
“Mario, dude, I was really looking forward to being one of the rookies like you to make some noise in OCW and get the attention turned to us. Unfortunately, a kidnapping prevented the possibility of being shit canned as a champion. Now comes the impossible task of finding another promotion to call home.”
“I have already signed on the dotted line with the great Terry Marshall’s new promotion, Thunder Pro Wrestling, the first official member of the roster. A few other promotions have caught my eye, but none of that matters right now. What does matter is this 3-Day Charity Cruise and us doing good in this world when wrestling isn’t done for such things,” she says, with a slight tilt of her head raising her brow. “I am fighting for the Heart and Stroke Foundation. Why? Well, that’s a good question, isn’t it?”
Victoria lowers her head for a few seconds, and when she raises her head back up, we see a deep sadness on her face.
“It’s known that my sister and myself weren’t raised by our mom but by separate adoptive families. Well, my adoptive parents were heading eastbound on the 401 making their way to Toronto, considered one of the busiest highways in North America, when my dad had a massive stroke causing a dozen vehicle pile-ups. Dad had been the image of perfect health, but he didn’t take the warning signs seriously, and it ended up killing him, my mother, and minor to major injuries among the others involved.”
Victoria frowns for a few seconds and then gives her head a shake.
“So yes, my charity of choice is the Heart and Stroke Foundation for a very personal reason. Now I hate to admit this, but I had considered not showing up to this event. Why? Oh, because I didn’t want to share any space with Jason Cashe and Tara Fenix. I took a really immature stance on a subject matter I am sure everyone is sick of hearing. I was letting past situations influence the way I felt and went off the deep end. All I ever wanted was just a conversation. I would never dream of telling people who they can and can’t hang out with. That wasn’t what I was asking or trying to do—just a simple conversation to ease my mind. I may not like Cashe or Fenix that much, but that’s inconsequential because neither deserved that treatment. I hope me taking this step can mend fences. My Goddess can hang out with whoever she wants; as I said, I would never dream of doing something like telling her what to do. I trust her, always have, but I just want to move past this situation that escalated the way it did and focus on the future.”
“So Mario, I want you to know who you are going up against. I’m not the same Victoria that accepted your challenge. Besides a hyphenated surname addition, I have been under the wing of others, and my mindset has changed.”
“When you first heard of me, I lacked confidence, was in a very dark place and was chugging along. Then I met you know who, and my life went on a major upswing. I had the women of my dreams, got myself into a company that hates outsiders, met my crazy Uncle Diogenes, held me against my will and tried to break me,” says trailing off. She quickly blinks a few times, usually meaning she fell into thought, but she was refocused after a few more seconds.
“I have turned my career around, Mario, because the path I was on, it wasn’t leading anywhere helpful or healthy. Hell, even the path I am on could be even more unhealthy if I don’t take the right Exit of the highway.”
Stands up, stretching her back, and sits back down after grabbing her helmet and placing it atop of her head and doing up the clasps.
“On November 1st, 2021, I am going to not only win my charity some cold hard cash, but I am going to continue my winnings that began with OCW. You see these hands?” she asks us, holding out her hands for all to see. “These are my mother and fathers hands, and I will use them to bury you, MVP.”
Vee sneers for us before her right hand covers the camera. The rumble of the Harley Davidson with Screamin’ Eagle tailpipes is heard before the camera is turned off.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Fancy Hotel
Miami, Florida
October 28th, 2021
“Pulling teeth would’ve been easier than that! Ok, she’s on the 5th floor, room 502.”
Victoria couldn’t get ahold of Atara Themis in any way, and she had to fix things cause she knew it would take her next to no time to move on. Victoria was a bit of a fool when it comes to the Goddess, but she has seen the sweet, loving and loyal heart Atara had, but it was only in flashes. She stares up at the floor display. She steps off the elevator, and there is a commotion to her right. She sees an angry looking and attractive man standing in a doorway but she can’t see the other person. She stops and waits because she knows the room is in that direction.
“Hey, I took you out for an expensive dinner, champagne, and drank an entire shelf worth of liquor at the club, and you cocktease me all night and now you are kicking me out?”
“Some men… fucking gross.”
“I don’t owe you anything, Dove.”
“Atty?!”
“You told me you were gonna ride and swivel those hips on top-notch cock like mine after I sent you that pic,” he yells back.
“I thought I could, but there is someone else, and I need to see her first before I do something I regret and can’t take back,” her raspy honey-coated vocal cords were like music to Vee’s ears as she was telling her gentlemen caller.
“Oh, you are a carpet muncher? Naw, fuck that. You are sucking my dick right now,” he put his foot in the door as Atara went to close it, stopping her.
“Oh, I don’t think so, asshat!”
Atara had the same thought as Victoria sees her long leg kick out the door into the guys' ball sack. He turns around to see Victoria running at him as he falls to his knees, hands clutching the twig and berries. She launches up and knocks the guy out cold with Atara’s own finishing move that makes a loud smacking sound upon contact. She wipes her hands together as if dusting them off and is greeted by Atara’s blue steel eyes.
“Well, since you are here, drink Dove?” she asks with a flick of her wrist, as she pivots, walking into the room. Victoria nods and follows along.
After a few moments, the women are sitting there looking at one another in silence. Victoria breaks the ice.
“I apologize for how I have acted. I am still learning how to keep you happy and be accepting of everything that comes with being with you,” she says quietly.
“My Dove… I am not the easiest person to get along with. I am petty because I am really good at it. It’s easier for me to be awful because if I don’t allow someone to get close like that, then they can’t be taken away for doing something for me. I knew hanging out with Jason would upset you and did it to push you away,” she says, shaking her head, as she takes a sip of the champagne from the guy earlier who had been anything but a gentleman. Victoria does the same.
“And you thought if I caught you in bed with someone, I would go away?” She asks, and doesn’t give her a chance to reply. “So what happened? Why didn’t you sleep with him?”
She sits silently, sipping on her drink.
“I am toxic and bad for you, Dove,” she replies, not answering the question.
“Don’t give me that good/bad for you bullshit that so many people do. We are learning who we are, all the good and all of the bad. Besides, I know why you didn’t,” Victoria replies.
“At least I hope I do.”
“You love me, I know you do. I know it also scares the ever-loving shit out of you,” she says, sliding down the edge of the king-sized bed. “I do love you, Atara Eirene Themis. With all my heart. I promise never to make you feel bad for hanging out with friends, as that wasn’t at all what I was trying to do. I just didn’t understand how you went from wanting, and I quote: “getting that misogynistic jerk away from Tara” to being some kinda ride or die friend. Especially asking Tara if she dressed up like you when they have sex, it sounded like you wanted him back. Still, I know you are a natural flirt and a very physical social butterfly, and I won’t let anything stop me from believing that you’re coming home with me.”
Atara turns and looks her in the eye.
“I won’t put up with jealousy and insecurities, Dove. So know this the last try. If you can’t accept me for who I am, then I will tell you to fly away,” she’s as nicely as she possibly can. “Deal?”
“You bet your sexy ass it’s a deal.”
“Yes, it’s a deal. Now give me some sugar, my love.”
Victoria knew this was her last chance, and she was going to do everything and anything she could do to not make the same silly childish mistakes. The two embrace in a kiss that both had been yearning for since Sunday, the last time they had made love and been together. Atara and Victoria felt their knees go weak as the Goddess leans her head back with a moan of pleasure from Vee’s lips on her neck.
“That’s it, Lovely. Let your Dove make you quiver.”
October 24th, 2021
“Life really does fly by.”
Victoria sat upon the private jet that belonged to the family and would be landing in Miami shortly, where she would grab a hotel with her girlfriend, Atara Themis. It was no secret she had been a little hot with her Greek Goddess.
“Dove, listen,” the honey rasped sweetly in Victoria’s ear.
“Don’t want to hear it.”
“This is what I do. I throw shit into the fan and wait to see where it lands,” she says, throwing her arms. “I am not going to feel bad for seeking a reaction. It’s part of my charm, Dove.”
“Ugh… stop making valid points.”
“I will not stop making valid points,” the Goddess says with a cackle. Victoria shakes her head.
“How do you do that? Get in my head?” She asks, getting out of the seat and approaching Atara.
“I was gifted the abilities to read the minds of bottle blondes who are far too over-sensitive,” she throws at Vee playfully. Vee closes the gap, pushing Atara to the closed door of the cockpit. She leans in, the young Strader-Knox became intoxicated every time she smelled her, and the Goddess knew it, but the feeling was mutual. Would she have put up with it otherwise but even Victoria knew she needed to get over her insecurities sooner than later.
“One of your many talents,” Vee replies with a whisper into Atty’s ear. “Are you ready to blow some minds tomorrow?”
Atara gets her evil plan smirk on her face, as she nods.
“Pánta, Dove. ρánta,” as quickly as the words leave her lips, Victoria has locked on and is holding a fistful of hair.
Home of Cara Strader, Firestation
Redwood City, California
October 27th, 2021
Our heroine, who survived a week locked up by her twisted uncle, Diogenes Knox, rolled into an action-packed for what turned out to be a taping of the last ever (to the public from what this text type has heard) Monday Massacre. She had beaten Bam Miller, the dude with the erection for the XWF, earned a shot at the Trans-Atlantic Championship held by Betsy Granger. On top of it all, she had an immature reaction to something that was genuinely harmless regardless of what was said, and she took off to California to see her sister, aunt and mom. Tamika and Cara were out shopping in the main city of San Francisco, leaving Victoria and her mother Meghan back at what used to be her own home (and could be again as Cara did tell her to come home). Still, she had to focus on her agreed Tara Fenix Charity Cruise. Now that Meghan is retired from active competition, she moves into a managerial position for her next career phase. That next phase was to manage the young Strader as the past couple of weeks had proven to be tough to handle for Vee. Meghan, on the other hand, had damn near ‘seent’ all of it and could give her oldest that steady hand she was going to need.
“Huh, mom as my manager… might just be the right thing.”
“I wouldn’t know what to pay you, mom,” she says with a slight shrug in Meghan’s direction.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry about that. When I secure you a contract, I will be sure to negotiate my salary into it,” the elder Strader replies, leaning back into the corner of the brown leather couch they both occupy in the old-style pub that was inside the former FireHouse.
Victoria looks at her from the other end of the couch. Meghan has lit a cigarette, and it always amazed her how she never left lipstick on her butts.
“Ok, well, find us a job then, mom, because you are hired!”
“Oh, look at her face… I just made her day.”
Meghan was all smiles as she got up and kissed Vee on her forehead.
“I’ll get to work. Are you ok, sweetheart?” she asks, holding onto Vee’s left (or was it the right?) hand.
“I don’t know…”
“Yeah, I am ok, mom,” she says, fingers crossed that hid under her arm as she sat with her arms crossed. Meghan stands up straight while crossing her arms.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, Victoria. But I won’t push; you know where to find me when you are ready,” she says, turning on her heels and leaving the pub area.
“I should go for a walk.”
Victoria gets up after a couple of moments and heads out into the garage area where FireTrucks used to be parked. Still, now but now it was to her 1998 Silver Trans Am, Cara’s 1970 all black Cutlass, Meghan’s Harley Fat Boy and Victoria’s Heritage Softail special edition model her Uncle John bought for her (on a trade-in. he did with the Sporty he had initially been bought her).
“Hey, baby, sorry mama hasn’t been here to enjoy you.”
Her hand glides over the teardrop gas tank and pulls off her DOT minimal helmet, and clasps it on. She throws her blue denim leg over it and lifts the bike straight up. She pulls in the clutch with a flick of her wrist and fires up the 1700cc V-Twin between her legs.
“A ride up the coast sounds perfect. I have missed you, babe.”
Her right hand gently rubs the top of the tank and smiles.
Twenty minutes later, Victoria found herself at the San Francisco bay, laying on her back along with the leather seat of her bike with her eyes closed, listening to the water crash along the shoreline. The sun was down, but she found herself illuminated by street lights on this particular stretch of highway on the coast.
“I should probably do a promo for Tara’s cruise. I owe her an apology as well… One thing at a time, Victoria!”
Strader-Knox demon spawn reaches inside the plain dark brown pleather jacket she is wearing (Atara did have a positive influence), pulls out her new iPhone 13 and balances it in the middle of her handlebars with the touch screen facing her. She hit the record button.
“Alright, here we go… 3… 2… 1.”
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens light up after a flash of the TFCC logo and are greeted by the ponytail herself, Victoria Strader-Knox. The whole Knox surname was something she was still getting used to, but she saw how happy it made her biological father and made it worth it. She smiles for us, but her glasz coloured eyes that she shared with her dad tell us she is not emotionally well.
“Hey everyone, I am sure you have all heard by now that OCW has closed its doors to the public and is now only open to original contracted wrestlers and Hall of Famers, well except SuMa, but that’s probably ‘cause my cousin is a freakin’ lunatic threatening people every chance he could. I was able to defeat Bam Miller to earn a shot at Betsy’s Trans-Atlantic Championship, but that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
“I have always said I don’t care who I face in the ring as long they’re going to force the absolute best out of me. A few names are an exception to that rule, and the aforementioned Betsy is one of them. We didn’t get to dance, Mrs. Raven, but I think your husband is right that we’ll end up having our match. Until then…”
Victoria looks out to the Pacific Ocean, closing her eyes letting the wind of water blow a few strands of hair that came loose from the hair elastic. She turns back to us.
“Mario, dude, I was really looking forward to being one of the rookies like you to make some noise in OCW and get the attention turned to us. Unfortunately, a kidnapping prevented the possibility of being shit canned as a champion. Now comes the impossible task of finding another promotion to call home.”
“I have already signed on the dotted line with the great Terry Marshall’s new promotion, Thunder Pro Wrestling, the first official member of the roster. A few other promotions have caught my eye, but none of that matters right now. What does matter is this 3-Day Charity Cruise and us doing good in this world when wrestling isn’t done for such things,” she says, with a slight tilt of her head raising her brow. “I am fighting for the Heart and Stroke Foundation. Why? Well, that’s a good question, isn’t it?”
Victoria lowers her head for a few seconds, and when she raises her head back up, we see a deep sadness on her face.
“It’s known that my sister and myself weren’t raised by our mom but by separate adoptive families. Well, my adoptive parents were heading eastbound on the 401 making their way to Toronto, considered one of the busiest highways in North America, when my dad had a massive stroke causing a dozen vehicle pile-ups. Dad had been the image of perfect health, but he didn’t take the warning signs seriously, and it ended up killing him, my mother, and minor to major injuries among the others involved.”
Victoria frowns for a few seconds and then gives her head a shake.
“So yes, my charity of choice is the Heart and Stroke Foundation for a very personal reason. Now I hate to admit this, but I had considered not showing up to this event. Why? Oh, because I didn’t want to share any space with Jason Cashe and Tara Fenix. I took a really immature stance on a subject matter I am sure everyone is sick of hearing. I was letting past situations influence the way I felt and went off the deep end. All I ever wanted was just a conversation. I would never dream of telling people who they can and can’t hang out with. That wasn’t what I was asking or trying to do—just a simple conversation to ease my mind. I may not like Cashe or Fenix that much, but that’s inconsequential because neither deserved that treatment. I hope me taking this step can mend fences. My Goddess can hang out with whoever she wants; as I said, I would never dream of doing something like telling her what to do. I trust her, always have, but I just want to move past this situation that escalated the way it did and focus on the future.”
“So Mario, I want you to know who you are going up against. I’m not the same Victoria that accepted your challenge. Besides a hyphenated surname addition, I have been under the wing of others, and my mindset has changed.”
“When you first heard of me, I lacked confidence, was in a very dark place and was chugging along. Then I met you know who, and my life went on a major upswing. I had the women of my dreams, got myself into a company that hates outsiders, met my crazy Uncle Diogenes, held me against my will and tried to break me,” says trailing off. She quickly blinks a few times, usually meaning she fell into thought, but she was refocused after a few more seconds.
“I have turned my career around, Mario, because the path I was on, it wasn’t leading anywhere helpful or healthy. Hell, even the path I am on could be even more unhealthy if I don’t take the right Exit of the highway.”
Stands up, stretching her back, and sits back down after grabbing her helmet and placing it atop of her head and doing up the clasps.
“On November 1st, 2021, I am going to not only win my charity some cold hard cash, but I am going to continue my winnings that began with OCW. You see these hands?” she asks us, holding out her hands for all to see. “These are my mother and fathers hands, and I will use them to bury you, MVP.”
Vee sneers for us before her right hand covers the camera. The rumble of the Harley Davidson with Screamin’ Eagle tailpipes is heard before the camera is turned off.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Fancy Hotel
Miami, Florida
October 28th, 2021
“Pulling teeth would’ve been easier than that! Ok, she’s on the 5th floor, room 502.”
Victoria couldn’t get ahold of Atara Themis in any way, and she had to fix things cause she knew it would take her next to no time to move on. Victoria was a bit of a fool when it comes to the Goddess, but she has seen the sweet, loving and loyal heart Atara had, but it was only in flashes. She stares up at the floor display. She steps off the elevator, and there is a commotion to her right. She sees an angry looking and attractive man standing in a doorway but she can’t see the other person. She stops and waits because she knows the room is in that direction.
“Hey, I took you out for an expensive dinner, champagne, and drank an entire shelf worth of liquor at the club, and you cocktease me all night and now you are kicking me out?”
“Some men… fucking gross.”
“I don’t owe you anything, Dove.”
“Atty?!”
“You told me you were gonna ride and swivel those hips on top-notch cock like mine after I sent you that pic,” he yells back.
“I thought I could, but there is someone else, and I need to see her first before I do something I regret and can’t take back,” her raspy honey-coated vocal cords were like music to Vee’s ears as she was telling her gentlemen caller.
“Oh, you are a carpet muncher? Naw, fuck that. You are sucking my dick right now,” he put his foot in the door as Atara went to close it, stopping her.
“Oh, I don’t think so, asshat!”
Atara had the same thought as Victoria sees her long leg kick out the door into the guys' ball sack. He turns around to see Victoria running at him as he falls to his knees, hands clutching the twig and berries. She launches up and knocks the guy out cold with Atara’s own finishing move that makes a loud smacking sound upon contact. She wipes her hands together as if dusting them off and is greeted by Atara’s blue steel eyes.
“Well, since you are here, drink Dove?” she asks with a flick of her wrist, as she pivots, walking into the room. Victoria nods and follows along.
After a few moments, the women are sitting there looking at one another in silence. Victoria breaks the ice.
“I apologize for how I have acted. I am still learning how to keep you happy and be accepting of everything that comes with being with you,” she says quietly.
“My Dove… I am not the easiest person to get along with. I am petty because I am really good at it. It’s easier for me to be awful because if I don’t allow someone to get close like that, then they can’t be taken away for doing something for me. I knew hanging out with Jason would upset you and did it to push you away,” she says, shaking her head, as she takes a sip of the champagne from the guy earlier who had been anything but a gentleman. Victoria does the same.
“And you thought if I caught you in bed with someone, I would go away?” She asks, and doesn’t give her a chance to reply. “So what happened? Why didn’t you sleep with him?”
She sits silently, sipping on her drink.
“I am toxic and bad for you, Dove,” she replies, not answering the question.
“Don’t give me that good/bad for you bullshit that so many people do. We are learning who we are, all the good and all of the bad. Besides, I know why you didn’t,” Victoria replies.
“At least I hope I do.”
“You love me, I know you do. I know it also scares the ever-loving shit out of you,” she says, sliding down the edge of the king-sized bed. “I do love you, Atara Eirene Themis. With all my heart. I promise never to make you feel bad for hanging out with friends, as that wasn’t at all what I was trying to do. I just didn’t understand how you went from wanting, and I quote: “getting that misogynistic jerk away from Tara” to being some kinda ride or die friend. Especially asking Tara if she dressed up like you when they have sex, it sounded like you wanted him back. Still, I know you are a natural flirt and a very physical social butterfly, and I won’t let anything stop me from believing that you’re coming home with me.”
Atara turns and looks her in the eye.
“I won’t put up with jealousy and insecurities, Dove. So know this the last try. If you can’t accept me for who I am, then I will tell you to fly away,” she’s as nicely as she possibly can. “Deal?”
“You bet your sexy ass it’s a deal.”
“Yes, it’s a deal. Now give me some sugar, my love.”
Victoria knew this was her last chance, and she was going to do everything and anything she could do to not make the same silly childish mistakes. The two embrace in a kiss that both had been yearning for since Sunday, the last time they had made love and been together. Atara and Victoria felt their knees go weak as the Goddess leans her head back with a moan of pleasure from Vee’s lips on her neck.
“That’s it, Lovely. Let your Dove make you quiver.”
